Veronica had enjoyed her rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Maybe a little too much. A glass of wine had turned into a couple of glasses of wine, and now Veronica was feeling it. She didn't drink that often, but it felt like the eve of her wedding was a night she could let loose and celebrate a little but. Mike had offered to take her home, but Veronica declined, it was bad luck to see a bride the night before her wedding! Thankfully, Mike's best man Travis was still at the restaurant, and offered to give Veronica a ride.
"I can get her home, Mike. I'll make sure she is safe and sound and tucked into bed for tomorrow," Travis said.
"That works for me," Mike replied. "Have a safe drive home!"
Travis opened the door for Veronica, and she slowly got into the car. "See, I'm not that drunk," Veronica said as she slid into her seat. Travis tried to ignore how far up her thigh Veronica's dress had slid, but it was hard. Her pale bare thighs were a stark contrast to the black leather of his car seat.
Travis slid into the driver's seat and put the car in gear, pulling away from the restaurant. He was trying to concentrate on the road and not stare at Veronica's legs, and not to wonder if she had any panties on. She was marrying his best friend! He couldn't think that kind of thing about her. Then Veronica spoke.
"You know, I am just so worried about tomorrow, I want to make sure everything will fit and be perfect tomorrow. Will you stay while I just double check my dress one more time, just to make sure it fits," Veronica asked. She looked at Travis with eyes only a woman can make, and Travis nodded.
"Of course I can," he said as they pulled into the driveway. "Let's go in and check now. Then I can make sure you have everything you need to sleep and head home myself," Travis said. He got out of the car and went around to open the door. He helped Veronica out of the car and she stumbled against him, her heavy breasts brushing against his arm. He felt a jolt run through him as she touched him.
But as quick as it happened she was standing apart from him and leading him to the door. She opened it and turned around, crooking a finger and beckoning him to come in. "Come in, I need your help," Veronica said again. "I want to make sure everything is perfect and that Mike will think I look beautiful tomorrow." Travis followed Veronica in the house and shut the door behind.
"Sit on the couch, I'll be right back," Veronica said to him. "Make yourself at home" Travis sat down and leaned back as he got comfortable on her big couch. It didn't take long for Veronica to come back out into the living room in her wedding dress. The white gown looked beautiful on her as she twirled for Travis. He whistled at her as she twirled, the low cut dress displaying some tastefully sexy cleavage.
"I think Mike will be very happy," Travis said to Veronica with a smile. Veronica smiled back and leaned down to give Travis a peck on the cheek.
"Wait here, one more thing," Veronica said as she ran into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Travis leaned back and sighed. What more could Veronica want? He had gotten her home and seen her in her dress. He looked up as he heard the door open and his jaw dropped. Veronica stood in the doorway, in white stockings and garter, a lacy white thong, and a matching lacy white bra. She twirled around again.
"What do you think," Veronica asked shyly, blushing as she looked at Travis. He stared at her, her full breasts were straining behind a bra that held them, and her ass looked amazing with the white lace thong disappearing between her cheeks.
"I uhh, I think uhh," Travis stammered, unsure of what to say. "I think Mike will absolutely love it" he finally managed to get out.
Veronica strode over to stand in front of him. "What about the material, will he like how it feels?" She reached down and took his hands in hers, slowly running them up her stockinged legs to her her hips, letting his hands feel the lace of her thong. Then farther up, until Travis was holding Veronica's full breasts, a thin layer of lace was the only thing separating his hands from her skin.
"He's going to love this lingerie," Travis murmured and his hands squeezed Veronica's breasts. Veronica slowly spun around until her back was to Travis. A hand went up and pulled her hair up onto her shoulder.
"What about the clasp? Is it too hard to undo," Veronica asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Travis slid his hands up her back to her bra. He slowly unclasped it and slid the straps off of her shoulders, dropping the bra to the floor. He pulled her into his lap, and reached around her to grab play with her nipples as she say on his lap.
"A perfect clasp, easy access," he whispered into her ear. She turned her head to the side and kissed him, her tongue dancing in his mouth, while she slowly grinded her ass against his crotch. Travis was hard, straining against his pants, and Veronica could feel his hardness through the thin layer of her panties. One of Travis' hands slowly slid down Veronica's stomach and disappeared under her thong, tracing the outline of her lips.
A moan escaped Veronica's lips as Travis slowly parted her. She spread her legs, giving him easier access to her wetness. Travis slipped one, and then two fingers inside Veronica, and her moans grew louder. She was grinding on his cock, more and more incessantly.
