Saluti!

“Did you want me to get dressed?” Gillian asked as she carried the bucket over to a table at the end of the bed placing it down.

“No. I love your nightie. It looks gorgeous on you,” Vinny replied. He didn’t want her putting more clothes on.

“Aww, thanks! That’s so sweet,” Gillian beamed.

At the compliment, Gillian brought her arms back behind her back to show off the outfit. The movement pulling the material tight across her small chest. Vinny’s eyes roaming Gillian’s petite body and the puffy nipples that now pressed out off her tiny A-cup tits.

“Sorry I’ve only got the one chair,” Gillian told him indicating a solo armchair with which to sit in the room.

“The beds fine. How about we both sit here?” Vinny suggested, patting the blanket next to him as took the champagne bottle from the ice, “did you want me to open that?”

“Please! I’m always so scared they're going to go off,” Gillian said holding the bottle away from her and the cork aimed at Vinny.

Getting up from the bed rather than risk a black eye the night before a wedding, Vinny took the bottle from Gillian making sure to close his hands over the top just in case. Gillian swapped spots on the bed but returned to the crumpled covers at the top where she had been when Vinny first knocked.

Vinny carefully eased the cork from the glass lip and held it tight within his hands rather than let it go flying into the ceiling. The champagne foamed up slightly and Vinny quickly brought it to his lips to take a mouthful, the fizzy liquid frothing up in his mouth also. Gillian clapped and let out a little cheer at the successful opening. He poured two glasses, stopping twice to let the bubbles die down and brought them to the head of the bed offering one to Gillian.

“Here, come join me,” she said as she took her glass, pulling the cover down and indicating Vinny should join her in the bed.

“Sure, just let me get out of a few things,” Vinny said, handing his glass to Gillian while he kicked off his shoes and socks and unzipped his jacket.

Climbing into the bed beside Gillian, the two clinked glasses in a toast and took a sip. Gillian laughing at the bubbles in her mouth and pinching her nose. Vinny laughing at how cute she looked.

They chatted happily about the wedding tomorrow, what dress Gillian was going to wear, what suit Vinny was wearing. The bed had just started to warm up from the heat of two bodies when their glasses were empty. Gillian quickly volunteered to go get the bottle from the table and set off across the bed, crawling on her hands and knees. Vinny stared at the way her little shorts rode up her ass and showed off her tight round cheeks. Gillian’s bum easily being one the tightest and fittest he had ever seen. His cock growing at the gorgeous vision of her bent over like that. Returning with the bottle, Gillian poured them two more glasses, their legs touching under the sheets.

Again, Gillian giggled at the bubbles on the roof of her mouth.

“Its even worse from someone else,” Vinny informed her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Here let me show you,” he said, taking a small mouthful of the bubbly liquid and leaning into Gillian.

Gillian waited as Vinny’s mouth made contact with her, their lips parting and a small trickle of Champagne flowing from his mouth into hers. The 'champas' immediately fizzing. Gillian had to quickly catch a drop with her finger as Vinny pulled away.

“Oh my God! Its all up my nose!” Gillian shrieked at the wine, “here let me do it to you.”

Vinny was ready for the bubbles when Gillian’s mouth pressed to his, swallowing quickly as her tongue continued into his mouth, not just the champagne.

After a moment of kissing they broke apart again, Gillian again commenting, “oh I can feel it all on my tongue.”

“Perhaps without the champagne then?” Vinny suggested.