Let me give you some background information first of all. Fiona and David were getting married in a weeks time.
David was thirty-nine and the thought of settling down was long overdue. Considering he had been ready to start a family for some time. David was an attractive man at six feet tall, with a great body; he also had a good career in front of him. He had dated on and off but rarely got serious with anyone.
For his age, he had not dated that many women either, as he was shy. He spends a lot of time working or engaged in his activities. He was not bothered about rushing into a marriage and that was not before meeting Fiona.
Fiona at thirty-one, was eight years younger than David. Fiona was a real beauty at five foot four, with long, blonde hair, a slim figure, long legs, and perky breasts. Whilst she knew she was a desirable woman. She did not give too much attention to being attractive. So she tended to dress down most of the time and wear minimal makeup. Which she only used for special occasions.
She thought she had several years left before. She would feel her biological clock was ticking away. She also wanted children like David. That was when all things changed. When both Fiona's best friends fell pregnant with their first child. Within only weeks of each other.
It was only nine months ago when Fiona and David met. And six months ago when they moved in together, two months later they were engaged. Things had moved on fast for them; they were simply in love with each other. Strangers looking at Fiona often thought they recognized her, but she never knew why. The first time David met her. Somehow he knew they would be together forever.
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It was Saturday night one week before David and Fiona's wedding, An evening to remember. It was the night of the stag and her hen party.
Fiona went out for her hen party with two old close friends, Helen and Jane. And two young girls from work, Nancy and Katie. It was only for drinks and possibly a dance or two.
It was drinks with her two old friends, Helen and Jane, and two young girls from work, Nancy and Katie. They were at Neon Nights Bar. A popular local bar. They had been sitting at a table. Drinking and chatting for a couple of hours. Nancy and Katie joined the conversation as much as they could. But they did not have very much in common with the two older women Helen and Jane. Especially as Helen and Jane only seemed to talk about their babies.
Twenty minutes passed and, by then. Nancy and Katie had completely dropped out of the conversation. They had been talking between themselves. Staring around and whispering about various sexy hunks in the club. Finally, they told Fiona that they needed to go dancing. Fiona explained that she was going to stay talking with her friends Helen and Jane, but that they could go. So, with much excitement, Nancy and Katie were off onto the dance floor.
Fiona watched with a little bit of envy as Nancy and Katie walked off. She had wanted to go dancing too. But remained at the table talking with Helen and Jane. It was not too long ago that her best friends would have wanted to dance as well. But since having their children, Helen and Jane had lost all interest in dancing. She hoped it was because they were still new to motherhood. And that they would go back to their old selves. Who was more fun and exciting once the novelty of having children had worn off?
Another twenty minutes passed. By then, Fiona was getting tired of the baby talk as well. As she needed to go to the toilet anyway, she excused herself and headed off to the toilets to escape for a little while.
While walking to the toilet, Fiona felt eyes ogling her body. That was one of the rare occasions when she had dressed like a sexy woman. Fiona had put on a dress and makeup. Because she had gone a bit further that night, with it being most likely her last time out before marriage on her own.
Fiona had worn a little black revealing mini dress, held up by two very thin spaghetti straps. The top of the dress sat nearly high enough to cover her bra. With the hem being a little bit more modest, hanging a few inches below her crotch. Underneath she had worn a yellow lace thong and matching strapless bra.
"Very sexy" were the words her fiancé David used earlier that night when he saw her slipping on the dress. He then proceeded to kiss her neck and slide his hands all over her body. This went on for a minute or two before she had to pry his hands away from her sexy body.
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Fiona had made it as far as the small corridor that led to the toilets but was blocked from going any further. Because the club was crowded, but the main issue was that in front of her. Were the two men? Fiona stood waiting for a while. Wondering if she should squeeze past them. Then all of a sudden, she felt a hand cup her bum and gave it a quick squeeze. It was not a squeeze of one of her cheeks, but actually between her cheeks, at her crotch. She spun around, but she could not see who had touched her down there.
Not wanting to wait for another assault. Fiona decided to squeeze past the two men and the corridor wall. She managed to squeeze her way through. Unfortunately, she had dropped her purse and phone on the floor. As she bent over to retrieve them. Not paying much thought to how short her dress was! As she wore clothing where it was not an issue.
Someone said "Very tasty" which Fiona heard. As she rose to her feet she never looked back. But was sure she had flashed her thong to those behind her which likely included the groper. Once in the toilets and relieving herself. Fiona thought about the groping she had received. She was mad about it, no doubt, but she was ashamed to admit that part of her did not mind it either.
This was because, two weeks prior. She had convinced David that they should not have sex again until after the wedding. You know, to make it special for when they finally did make love on the wedding night. What a mistake that was! Because they usually had sex daily. Or at least five times a week. And so she found herself getting frustrated. David feeling her up before she left the house had not helped either.
By the time Fiona had exited the toilets. The men had gone away so Fiona hurried back towards the table. As she approached, she noticed that Helen and Jane had put their coats on. Fiona had noticed them checking their phones during the previous hour. But surprised they had put their coats on whilst she was in the bathroom. So when Fiona got back to the table. Helen and Jane announced they should be getting home.
"It's only ten," Fiona said to them.
She was not exactly bothered by them leaving but wanted to feign that she was. The woman gave Fiona the same excuse. All the time in those days they were mothers now and had to get home to their little ones.
Helen and Jane left and Fiona was alone at the table. She started gathering her things when a man, about fifty years old, sat down next to her. He wore an expensive suit but looked a little sleazy still, somehow, as he sat there smiling at Fiona. Fiona smiled back and continued to gather her things. The man then started to pat his leg and he was beckoning Fiona to sit in his lap! The sordid assessment was spot on! Fiona had finished gathering her things together and left the table. Without making further eye contact with the man.
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At Fiona and David's house. David was sitting and drinking with four friends. His old friend Jim, who was also his best man. And two work colleagues Harry and Glenn. Also there was Gregg, Harry's brother. Who had been invited only to make the numbers up so as not to seem a little less pitiful? David had not met Gregg before that night.
The five men started by talking about themselves. their hobbies, etc. because, as a group, they knew little about each other. Jim only knew David, and Gregg only knew his brother Harry. Glenn was the youngest one there.
Until Jim shouted out," So who's got a sex story to tell?"
That made the five of them talk about the new subject for a few hours. Many of the conversations were about their past sexual encounters and possible conquests. And most of them ended with the storyteller claiming that it did happen. Regardless of the dubious looks from the others.
Glenn told the four of them about a time when he ended up walking into the wrong changing room at a local sports club. He said he had gotten several feet inside the room before he looked up. Then he noticed all the women were in various stages of undress. Several of the women started shouting at him, saying that he was a pervert, and yelling at him to get out.
As he turned to leave he almost ran into a big woman, who was now standing right in front of him, blocking the door. She grabbed hold of his crotch. And told him he was a naughty little boy, looked him up, and then kissed him straight on the lips. His torment only lasted for a few seconds until she then released her grip. He left the changing room. With that, he left the sports club. Feeling a bit embarrassed.
Everyone laughed at Glenn's story and asked him whether it was true. He sounded genuine when he said it did happen to him, exactly like he told it. And the room went quiet for a little while. Gregg and Harry broke the silence by talking to each other. David noticed Gregg looking excited as they spoke to each other. David barely overheard a snippet of their conversation.
"How long till she gets here?" Gregg asked his brother Harry.
"About an hour!" Harry said quietly.
"Wait, who will be here in an hour?" David asked Harry.
"Well it was to be a surprise for you," said Harry.
As he turned to look at Gregg,
As Harry said," Someone couldn't keep his mouth shut!"
Harry then turned back to David.
"A stripper. I booked a stripper to come here at ten," said Harry.
"Please tell me you're joking!" a panicked-stricken David asked Harry.
"Well, no. I know you said it would be low-key and there would be no stripper, but I never realised you did not want one. I thought it would be all right for once."
"Well it is a nice idea, Harry, and do not get me wrong. And I would have liked to have a stripper, but Fiona was adamant about me not having one."
There was a few seconds of silence before Harry spoke.
"Well, she will be here at about ten. And I can't even call to cancel as I made the arrangements at work, and don't have the phone number with me."
The room fell silent again.
