I first met Hilary when attending a drinks evening with my wife and her work colleagues. Most of them I had met before, but not Hilary. As soon as she sat down in a seat opposite me she caught my eye; dressed in a well-fitting ribbed sweater and jeans. She was what you might call well-built, but it suited her, she was one of those women who just wouldn't be suited to being slim.
Her large round breasts strained beneath her sweater and it wasn't long before I found myself having to be very careful not to be caught staring. But my attention remained firmly focused in her direction, I was hanging on every word of her conversation, I watched the way her beautiful, cheeky smile softened her already lovely face. Inevitably, I started to undress her with my eyes, imagining those breasts hanging free, her soft skin exposed. I had tried to catch her eye a couple of times, but with no success, she didn't appear to be interested, this wasn't surprising; I had already worked out that she had a steady boyfriend.
I turned to my wife beside me, "Who's the person opposite?" I asked, "I've not met her before."
Apologetically, my wife introduced us, Hilary giving me that wonderful smile, which I returned with a grin of my own and a wink.
As the evening progressed, I managed to join in a couple of her conversations, but that was about the extent of our interaction. Still, even after we had left for home, I couldn't get this remarkable woman out of my mind.
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It was about 6 weeks later when I was best man at the wedding of a good friend. I knew the woman he was to marry, but had never met any of her family. I stood beside the groom at the altar of the church, almost as nervous as he was as the music started for the entrance of the bride. I turned to look at her gracefully walking down the aisle before turning to give my friend a reassuring nod. Something belatedly jolted in the back of my mind and I turned again to see that the chief bridesmaid was none other than Hilary.
She looked stunning in a strapless lilac dress, her silky dark hair hanging perfectly. Just like the first time I had seen her, I couldn't stop looking at her; partly because she looked so stunningly beautiful, partly because I couldn't quite believe that she was here. It really was a small world.
Later, sat together at the top table, we both laughed and joked at the circumstances - for the first time in 2 weeks I was glad that my wife was away on a business trip. Over dessert I approached the subject of the evening, "I assume I shall be getting a dance," I said smilingly.
"Of course," Hilary replied, "It would be wrong to break with tradition."
I was flirting with her and I didn't care. What was more, unless I was reading things completely wrong, she was flirting back.
"It's a shame that's the only best-man/bridesmaid tradition that's on offer," I joked.
"I don't know what you mean!" Hilary answered in mock surprise, but with a slight, genuine blush.
The rest of the meal passed in a blur, I have little recollection of the speeches. In my mind, I was elsewhere, watching Hilary slip out of her beautiful dress. I was imagining what she was wearing underneath. I could feel myself growing hard and tried to bring my thoughts back down to save myself any embarrassment, but that was proving to be almost impossible.
Finally, the formalities were over and events started to gear up for the evening disco. The first dance began and the happy couple moved around the floor alone before others got up to join them. I took Hilary's hand and led her to the dancefloor where my left hand took her right and my right hand slid around her waist. This was intense, being so close to this amazing woman, whilst trying hard to keep control of myself was incredibly hard -- it wasn't the only thing.
Cautiously, I slid my right hand lower to the top of her left buttock, seeing her raise her eyebrows at me, I quickly raised it again, but as the look changed into a grin, I began to slide lower until it rested squarely on her rump. It was wonderfully firm and felt warm to my hand as I gave it a firm squeeze. Nobody seemed to be paying us the slightest attention and I got no objections from Hilary, so I left it where it was.
