I stared at the image on my phone. It was Beth in her dress. Well mostly in her dress. Her large breasts spilled out of the top just like I imagined they would. One she seemed to offer to the photographer who I had to assume was her husband. The other hung down full and heavy. Her areolas were pale in color with nipples that were thick and hard. I was fully captivated by the image, and I wanted to taste them. I have to say I was tempted to lick them through the screen. She was flaunting them for the camera with a wickedly mischievously smile.
I couldn't believe I had this picture sent to me. Her husband had said he would send me pictures of me dancing with his wife. There were 3 of those, but also this one. Obviously taken in their room before the wedding. He must have made a mistake in sending it to me. I glanced up and they were chatting quietly across the table. I wondered if they knew yet what he had sent.
I tentatively texted back, "thank you." I figured he would see what the mistake was and quickly apologize or looked embarrassed. His phone beeped and he glanced down at it and showed my text to Beth. She turned red seeing the pictures he had sent. He smiled and replied across the table, "Your Welcome." I wondered where this was going.
Earlier in the Evening.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes as I adjusted my bow tie and jacket. I can't say that I never dress up, but it isn't that often. The boss's daughter's wedding required that we all make an appearance and dress appropriately. It wasn't Black Tie Formal, but a suit was expected. I wasn't high enough up in the company to be on a first name basis, but I was high enough up that my absence would be noticed.
I smiled at my image. I might not be the handsomest or the youngest or the fittest guy at the wedding, but for my mid 50s I wasn't too bad. Perhaps better than average. Oh well, hooking up wasn't on my list of activities tonight. Show up, chit chat, be seen by the boss, bring an appropriate gift and enjoy the food, drink and perhaps a bit of dancing if I felt like it. Let the evening begin.
Dropping my car with the hotel Valet I made my way into the large Ball Room for the service. I scanned the area as I made my way down the aisle. I spoke to a few people and discreetly found a seat about 2/3 of the way back on the bride's side. I enjoyed watching the people file in decked out in their fancy wedding attire. I must admit that many of the women, young and older were competing to see who could be the sexiest without looking slutty. It is amazing how alluring and suggestive a dress can be while still being relatively modest. Or at least acceptable at a wedding. Soon they were all seated and the wedding began. The service wasn't long, and we were invited to an area with an open bar while the pictures were taken.
The Bar was in the room where the dinner would be served. Our tables were set with place cards, and I headed over to get a drink and find my seat. I surveyed the gathered people to see who I might chat with. Soon I joined a group from my office and we chatted about the wedding and the people there. Everyone was in a good mood and the time passed quickly.
I enjoyed the ensembles that the ladies were wearing. I lost track of how many "little black" dresses there were. There were also a rainbow of shimmering silks, sequins and jewel covered gowns. It also seemed that bras were not in fashion with these dresses. I enjoyed the subtle and not so subtle movement of the ladies' tits and asses. It seemed they knew that they were attracting attention.
I dropped off my glass and got another drink. I headed over to the table I had been assigned. The table was off to the side. Like all the others it was covered with a large white tablecloth and the 8 place settings were elaborately done, just like the center piece. Two couples were sitting at the table chatting.
At first, I didn't recognize them but then I did. Well, I recognized one of the ladies and one of the men. They both worked in the company although not in my area. I just wasn't used to seeing them dressed up. They were both accompanied by their spouses.
Robert, who is my age and works down the hall stood up and introduced me to his wife Donna. She faintly smiled as she offered me her hand without rising. She seemed to be enduring the evening. I shook her hand and told her I was glad to meet her.
I walked around to the other couple. Beth who was one of the administrative assistants to a fellow who had a similar position as I did stand up and introduced me to her husband Larry. He didn't stand to shake my hand, but it was because he had a heavy boot on his foot. "Sorry not to get up," he said. "I fell and broke my foot." "No problem," I said as I shook his hand.
Beth and her husband were a several years older than me. I regularly saw Beth at work as I and her executive worked on several projects together. She asked me if I was alone, and I admitted I was. No plus one for me tonight. Before I could sit down the third couple showed up. They were both in their 20's and not from the company. Logan and Sarah introduced themselves to us and told us that they were friends of the groom. They had already had several drinks and seemed to wish they weren't seated with the "older" people. They never said so but kept looking over and waving at other couples their age.
I was seated next to Sarah and across from Beth. There was an empty seat, I assume for my imaginary plus one between me and Robert. I tried to engage in conversation with Sarah and Logan since they were closest, but they were more eager to talk with their friends. Before the food even came, they moved off. That was fine with me. Soon the rest of us were talking about life and families and work. Larry was fun to talk to, as was Beth and Robert. Donna spent most of her time looking at her phone and seemed anxious for the food to come so they could leave.
Beth surprised me. Not in that she was talkative and friendly, but in how she looked. She didn't dress like an old maid at work, but she didn't dress to flash and be seen either. Her regular attire consisted of conservative cloths that while fashionable, were not at all suggestive. She also normally wore her hair down on her shoulders and tonight it was up in a very flattering style. I had noticed at work that while she wasn't that tall, maybe 5'4" or so, she was well proportioned. Her personality at work stood out more than her body. But here her body was competing with her personality for center stage. She was wearing an emerald dress that shimmered in the light. The dress clung to her breasts displaying a very tantalizing amount of cleavage and creamy orbs that swayed with each movement. The straps that held it up were not small, yet they showed lots of shoulders and a very kissable neck. My mind wandered for a few minutes as I lost myself looking at her. I thought I discerned her nipples pressing against the fabric.
I was startled by the waiter saying, "Excuse me sir." Jerking back to the present moment I saw that Beth was watching me look at her. I apologized to the waiter as he placed my salad down in front of me. I hoped no one had seen me staring at Beth's breasts. When I looked up at Beth, she was looking at me with curiosity and a bit of a smile. "Looks good doesn't it," she said. When I blushed, she continued, "the food." She had caught me. The rest of the table continued as if nothing had happened.
The rest of the meal went on with the appropriate conversations and small talk. I got up to get another drink from the bar. "Anyone want anything while I am going? I asked. Larry and Robert put in an order as did Beth. Before I could turn to go to the bar when I heard Larry tell Beth, "He doesn't have enough hands to hold everything, why don't you go to help him." She got up and joined me.
As we walked across the room to the bar we chatted a bit. I glanced down a few times and was rewarded with the view of her ample breasts moving under her dress. When we had ordered our drinks and were waiting beside the bar, she casually leaned her back against it. Her movement lifted her breasts up. I couldn't help but look. She casually said, "do you like the view?" I was caught again. I blushed and apologized. The last thing I needed or wanted was to be the creepy office pervert. "Don't worry" she said, "I like that you noticed. Besides I like the view of you in that suit."
Before I could reply the bartender called us and we took the 4 drinks and headed back to the table. Beth stopped to talk to her boss for a few minutes and I went on back to the table. As I got there, I realized that I had Roberts and Larry's and she had hers and mine. I handed Robert his and then gave Larry his. "I owe you one for saving me the trip he said." "No problem" I replied. I wasn't ready to say, "That's okay, I enjoyed looking at your wife." I sat down and soon Beth returned. She leaned down a bit more than was perhaps necessary to give me my drink. I didn't complain because it gave me a wonderful view down her dress to the insides of her cleavage. "Drink up" she said. I couldn't help but understand the double entendre. I drank up the view.
Soon the speeches and toasts were done, and the cake was cut. People were queuing up for the cake and I asked if anyone wanted some cake. Again, Robert and Larry wanted a piece, but this time Donna said she did too. Beth volunteered to help me again and we set off for the cake table. She started the conversation as we walked, "Do you like sweet things?" I decided she was flirting, and I would join in. "yes I do, especially when they are soft and tasty." She laughed and casually placed her hand on my arm. "I agree, but I also like hard candy too." With a wink she dropped her hand from the touch. like nothing had happened.
The path to the cake wound through the dinner tables. I let her move ahead of me and was rewarded with a great view of her ass. She instinctively knew what I was looking at. The gentle sway of her hips became subtlety accented. I enjoyed the way her rounded orbs moved as she sauntered through the tables. Her dress hung just right on her amble but not oversized butt cheeks. From the smooth drape of the cloth, she either had a thong or no underwear.
As we waited in the cake line the lights dimmed and the DJ announced the first dance. The room paused and we all turned to watch. Beth was between me and the dance floor. She stepped back and I felt her body press against mine. Her presence awakened my cock and I felt it stir. As she leaned back my arms instinctively came up along her sides, gently holding her. I could feel her swaying against me. The subtle rub of her dress fabric on my suit was as gentle as a whisper, yet erotic and clearly not unintentional.
I glanced around but didn't recognize anyone nearby. I let go of my inhibitions and relaxed into the moment. I felt her hands gently grasp my arms and pull them around her body. She leaned fully back against me. This movement let the scent of her perfume rise to my awareness. The scent seeped into my brain and fueled my desire. We rocked together to the music as my rod rose up between us. She obviously could feel it pressing against her. The drinks I had consumed, the alluring scent and warmth of her body made me forget about everything but her. We swayed softly against each other as the dancers moved across the floor.
