There she was. Next to the copy-machine, her long, curly blond hair shimmering in the light of the sun falling into our office on the fourth floor. The tight, white blouse she was wearing accentuated her large breasts and the very short skirt she wore barely covered her butt. In an effort to get paper, jammed into the copy-machine out, she was bent over and I was able to see that she was wearing a very cute and very tiny thong.
Cacy had been a secretary at out company for about one year. Being the hot-blooded male that I am, I was always trying to get her to go out with me, but I didn't stand a chance. She was happily engaged to some manager-guy from across town, and well, my job was good, but not so good that she would risk her husband-to-be by having a go at me. So the only thing I was left to do was to admire her perfect body whenever she came by. Although having fought off my advances more than once, she was always very teasing, wearing the shortest skirts and leaving quite a few buttons of her blouse undone. I didn't mind, but it was funny in a way.
As I was staring at her bending over, she suddenly stood up straight and turned around. My face was starting to turn beet-red, but she was winking at me and to my surprise came right up to my desk.
"Hey Rob, staring at my underwear again?" she laughed.
"Well, to be frank, I was trying to get a glimpse of your pussy," I had quickly regained confidence. Cacy snickered and handed me a piece of paper, obviously the one she had been trying to copy.
"Well, no more peeking for you, because I'm getting married in a week. And guess what? You're invited!" she said, winked again and walked away with swaying hips.
My mouth had fallen open, and I glanced at the piece of paper. It was one of those typical invitations to weddings, lots of really cheesy graphics and all that. Well, she was obviously regarding me as a friend now, so why not just go to that wedding.
A week later I stood in a chapel, together with about three hundred other guests. Unsurprisingly, Cacy was wearing the hottest wedding-dress I had ever seen. White lace, a lot of cleavage, very short and tight with her stockings visible to anyone. I wished for a copy machine right then, just to find out what kind of underwear she had on, but well, those of you who have seen a chapel from the inside know how rare copy-machines are in there.
The ceremony was boring, and the only thing that kept me awake was the knowledge of a nice party right after it. Her husband seemed to be a nice chap, gathering from his looks. But in my opinion, he didn't seem like someone who'd be able to convince a girl like Cacy to marry him just by being the way he was. It must have been money.
When they had both exchanged rings and all that, they kissed, and I knew that now it was over. Still, I had already laid my eyes on one of her brides-maids, hoping I'd later be lucky to at least fuck her.
The hotel where they had arranged the party at was quite large. They had booked a nice ballroom with lots of decoration and a band. Typical and not very original. But the booze was for free and I was enjoying myself. Soon, the band started to play and Cacy and her husband got up for the first dance. Although I had already made plans on how to get her bridesmaid into bed, the bride herself once again made me really, really anxious to have one last go at her. She looked perfect when she started to move her body in the rhythm of the music, her husband looking a bit lost with the few steps he had learned in dancing-school.
Her blond curls were perfectly arranged around her pretty face, her tits swayed with every move she made and the length of the dress made me expect to see her underwear any second.
After they were done dancing, many other couples joined them on the dance-floor. I noticed that a few men were standing in line to dance with Cacy, so I got myself another drink and decided to wait. It took about three more drinks and two hours until I though Cacy would be ready for me. She had danced with at least two dozens of men and her alcohol-level was already through the roof. So I came up to her and asked:
"Cacy, fancy a dance with your old admirer?"
She turned and beamed:
"Oh Rob, there you are. You're such a naughty boy for coming just now. I've been wanting to dance with you for the last two hours."
"Well, no harm done, since I'm here, right?" I replied and grabbed her by the hip. The music they played was something slow, and it seemed she really like the idea of a slow-dance with me.
"Come on, Rob, pull me tighter, that's a slow dance, it's supposed to be turn you on!" She whispered in my ear. So I did what she demanded. As her body was pressed to mine, I was sure I could feel her nipples through her dress, and it didn't leave me unimpressed. I felt my dick grow and it seemed as if Cacy did too. She rubbed her pelvis slowly on my pants, and smiled up at me when she felt my penis.
