The fabric shimmered in the light of the moon as we stood in the alley. The floor length red silk bridesmaids dress was my fantasy.
She hadn't expected it as he had taken her. Today was to be the happiest day of his life but as his bride lay in their wedding bed passed out for the night Simin had gone outside for some fresh air to try and calm down from my frustrations.
There he saw Sami. She was Sophie's maid of honour and had looked flawless all night. They had always flirted innocently with each other and this flirtation had continued on his wedding day. The gentle touching on his shoulder and the stroke of his thigh as she whispered inappropriate things in his ear.
She was sipping a glass of champagne looking up at the moon. She saw him and smiled and then slowly bent forward and placed her empty glass on the floor. She didn't bend her knees and instead bent from the waste and pushed out her bum towards me. As she bent the long slit in the side of her dress was caught by the wind and her legs were exposed for a brief second. The 6 inch spaghetti strap heels wound around her ankles. Her legs looked like elegance in a jar as the soft fabric fluttered about more in the wind.
Simon didn't know why he did it. What on Earth was going through his mind?!?! In a few long bounds he had closed the gap between the two of them and had grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder and raced around the side of the hotel down the dark alley next to it.
She giggled and called out "what are you doing" between her laughs. Thinking this was just a continuation of their games but once they were at the end of the alley he put her down and pushed her against the wall.
Her breathing slowed and as the moon reappeared from behind a cloud it lit my face and as she saw my eyes her eyes filled with panic. "Simon...." She said timidly.
In a flash he stepped forward and as he did so she put her hands on his shoulders. "I think we've had too much to drink" she muttered more softly.
However, Simon didn't reply or make a sound. He pressed forward, trapping her body between his and the wall. His short shallow breathes could be felt in her cheek.
"Simon. What are you doing? This isn't funny." Panic crept under her soft tones but yet she didn't push him or shove him off her.
He reached up and took both her hands and pinned them above her head but still didn't say a word. All she could hear was his short shallow breaths as he trapped her. Arms pinned above her head and his body pressed firmly against hers. Simon moved her wrists together and trapped them both under his left hand whilst his right ran down her arm and cupped her cheek and slowly gripped her across the chin and her neck and forced her head back and to the side.
He pressed his lips against her neck. "Nooo..." Sami murmured. But yet she didn't struggle. "What about Sophie. What about Mark!" And yet Simon did not say a word. He pushed his crotch into hers and slowly bit her neck. He had fantasised about this ever since Sami's wedding day. Seeing her in the dress that day had stirred something in him and seeing her in the beautiful floor length silk gown tonight had brought that stirring feeling back.
Sami moaned as he bit her neck his hand running down the side of her neck and reaching under the breast covering of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. There was nowhere for one to hide.
"No....please....no....we can't. We mustn't." Sami moaned at him but rather than fighting him she just stood there. Not struggling, pushing her crotch against his.
Simon ran his hand down the side of her dress. The soft fabric sending shivers of pleasure through his fingertips. As his hand passed over her bum he pressed a knee between her legs and pushed to spread them. Sami gave out a huge gulp.
