The music started and the church congregation all turned to catch there first glimpse of the beautiful bride. This was it, the moment of truth; even at this stage I was still full of doubt. I had only known Grace for just over 11 months.
We had met thanks to a friend who was currently my best man, Carl. His now ex-girlfriend was at university with this Asian girl called Grace and since she was coming down to visit Carl, she had asked if Grace wanted to accompany her. I met up with them in the City and we visited a few bars. At first things were a bit awkward as I tried to get used to her Thai accent in the noisy background of the bar.
She had looked incredible wearing a little black dress with what I imagined were dark stockings underneath. I had always had a thing for Asian women and within seconds of meeting her I could feel myself getting aroused. It also didn't help that the dress she was wearing get slipping more and more allowing me a great view of her cleavage every time she bent forward. At first she seemed very shy but as I coaxed her on she began to open up more and more.
After that first night we were all pretty drunk and I was due to sleep on Carl's floor, supposedly with Carl in the spare room with the girls having the double bed. He and his girlfriend decided they wanted to spend the night together and so Grace and I stayed up chatting and things soon got heated. Needless to say that was the start of our relationship. After that we met whenever we could. I would visit her at university and any time off she would jump on the train down to see me. Sex was good, never outrageous and pretty standard really, always in bed, she would get uncomfortable whenever I tried to discuss fantasies or previous experiences but I just put it down to her nature.
I proposed after we had been dating for eight months. At the time we had gone nearly three weeks without seeing each other and I found myself missing her, or it could have been I had just spent all night ogling so many hot women I was desperately horny, and made the mistake of calling her after a drunken night out with the lads. I'm not sure how it happened but after apologising for waking her, I needed a good excuse to be ringing her, other than to have phone sex. Before I knew it I was proposing.
Now three months later here I was. I had some money put to one side as I had a good, well paid job and I only had a small family since my parents had divorced as a youngster my father had emigrated with his new wife leaving just my mom and my only brother Paul. One of the biggest costs was flying so many of Grace's family over. She had got upset when I said we could not afford to fly as many as twenty over but eventually we agreed on ten. Her parents, a brother, two of her uncles and there wives one of whom had a daughter who was to be bridesmaid. Grace already had two sisters also studying in the country and they were to be the other bridesmaids.
She also had an aunt who already lived over here and had a house not too far from where we were living so they were stopping there for the length of the wedding. We all met one night and I was passed around the family, each of them trying to talk to me in broken English before laughing amongst themselves in there own tongue. Even Grace seemed relaxed in there company which I was glad about but, it was about this time I started to wonder what I was letting myself in for.
There I was waiting at the isle, 24 years of age, about to get married to a seriously sexy woman who was 20. I should have been the luckiest man in the world. The first person I saw enter the back of the church was the photographer who began setting up his tripod to get some shots of the bride and bridesmaids entering the church.
He was a lucky find. Wedding photographers are extremely expensive, but not only did I get this guy at a good price he was also doubling as the chauffer. At the time I had looked him up in the telephone directory and then visited him at his private studio. He had asked me about the wedding and what I wanted. I found myself at ease with this likeable man, I guess by profession that's what he did to you. We talked for a lot longer than I realised and I revealed a lot of personal information which I had told no one else. He never judged me and actually made me feel better about the whole thing. I then explained to him how tight my budget was and but he just smiled and said we could work things out. He asked to see a picture of the bride which I provided, I saw him smile as he told me how beautiful she was. He then went on to explain that he had a vintage car and whilst no Rolls Royce it would be ideal for such an occasion. "
"After all," he explained "as the photographer he had some ideas for pictures at a local beauty spot which he would have to drive to anyway and even some studio pictures if the weather was too bad and then he could drive us on to the reception.
Then I saw the bridesmaids walking down the isle first. Her sisters were both younger than grace at 18 and 19 but they were both hot. The one who was 18, Hazel, had her hair styled with tight, black curls that bounced as she walked, along with her considerable cleavage which was plentiful on view with the low cut dress. The other sister, Lucy, who was 19, had kept her hair straight and again was dark in colour and whilst her chest was not so big she was the slimmer of the two and the most beautiful of the three sisters. Then I saw the cousin, Kim, who was the tallest of them all, although she was probably only 5ft 5 she was also the oldest at 27 and for some bizarre reason never able to meet a guy. She had shorter hair in a bob and her breasts were almost spilling out of her top. The dresses were all dark burgundy and shimmering under the candle light. The material clung to every curve and I could feel arousal starting.
Then above the murmurings I saw her. Her face was veiled but the dress was pure white. Her figure extenuated in the dress which doubled as a corset. Her 5 ft 2 frame looking much taller in the stiletto heels suited perfectly her figure and the 36 B breast push up to the top of the dress. Now I was aroused and was glad I wore tight pants and not boxers.
After the wedding the photographer organised some family pictures outside of the church. Whilst the bride was getting some pictures with her parents I could see the forced smile she was putting on for show. I guess she didn't like all this lime light being naturally reserved.
"Alright matey, we will see you back at the reception then." We had hired a function room in the local pub for a buffet after the wedding. I turned to Carl and shook his hand,
"Thanks for everything mate," I said "But where are we going first?"
"The photographer said you, Grace and the bridesmaids are getting some other pictures done at the park first then he would drive you over after."
"Ah, ok then. Guess I will see you there."
"I hope the best man does get off with the bridesmaids," he said almost to himself as he looked over in their direction. Carl used to work with me and at 42 he had divorced twice but always thought himself a bit of a lad.
