It's a beautiful day. A cool breeze blows, lessening the warming effects of the shining sun which has already begun its descent into the horizon. The smell of freshly cut grass and fragrant flowers adds to the ambience, creating a soothing environment as the sounds of music begin to fill the air. I lounge back in my seat, relishing the warming sensation that begins to fill my body as I enjoy my fourth gin and tonic of the afternoon.
It's a perfect day for a June wedding.
I scan the crowd of mingling guests, before my gaze falls upon you once again. I always thought you would look ravishing in white...but my wildest fantasies could never prepare me for the sight that had continued to capture my attention from the moment I walked onto the grounds of the country club. My leering eyes become locked on your lithely toned body, elegantly displayed within the perfectly fitted dress that seems to hug every curve of your slender torso form. The silken fabric wrapped around your torso leaves just enough enticing cleavage to draw my stare from your smiling face. I study every crease in the dress as my eyes descend, looking on with increasing desire before scanning upwards to the flawlessly tanned skin of your upper chest and shoulders. Your honey blonde hair seems to catch the rays of the setting sun, shimmering with every movement of your head as the sexy golden strands bounce about the sides of your face. Even from a distance I can see the glimmer in your emerald eyes, sparkling with exuberance as you make the rounds, thanking the numerous guests for their attendance.
I sip from my glass as I continue to watch you, my amorous yearning increasing with every passing moment. The purity of your appearance only serves to add fuel to the fires of my lust as equally un-pure thoughts begin to filter into my wandering mind. I begin to think back to our many nights together as my pulse quickens. I wonder what your new husband would think... if he knew the things I've done to you.
I've noticed that you've been avoiding me, but I understand. After all...it's your day, and the last thing you probably want to think about is an "old flame." I, on the other hand have not been able to keep my thoughts from you, urged on by the faint but filthy memories combined with your exquisite appearance. I keep my eyes trained on you from a distance, until your face turns to catch my gaze, out eyes locking for a brief and fleeting moment. Quickly, you turn away, eliciting a smile from my curling lips as I begin to notice your discomfort. I take another drink and continue to watch.
"I need to get a picture," someone calls out, producing yet another camera as you struggle to hide your frown.
"In a minute," you reply with cordial complacency, brushing a strand of blonde hair from your face. "I think I need to fix my makeup first."
After exchanging a few friendly words, you hike your flowing, white gown up off the grassy surface and begin your striding across the expansive lawn towards the clubhouse. I smile, take another sip, and then rise from my seat. After taking a cautious glance around, I begin to follow.
All eyes are on you as you ascend the steps and make your way across the broad patio before disappearing into the building. I wait a moment before subtly slipping through the crowded throng and in through a side door. Gently, I close the heavy door behind me as I once again catch a glimpse of your flowing, ivory coloured form strolling gracefully across the chamber floor towards the bathrooms. You check the first one, and then the second, finding both occupied at the current moment. My heart is about to drop, when one of the staff points you in the direction of another option further down the hallway. I smile and finish the rest of my drink before setting the glass down on a nearby ledge.
My pace increases with every step as I follow you, gaining ground as you make your way to the end of the hall before turning the corner. You find the unoccupied bathroom and reach down to turn the handle as I silently approach from behind. You step through the door, letting it slowly shut behind you. Before you can hear the satisfying 'click' of the locking mechanism, I reach a leg out and stop the door from shutting completely. With one final glance down the empty corridor, I push my way inside.
You let out a startled gasp as you turn to see me stepping though the doorway. Your green eyes go wide and your jaw drops open with surprise as I flash a devilish smile and push the door closed.
"What are you doing?" you ask with genuine concern as a worrisome expression crosses your flawless face. "You can't be in here!"
"Damn, you look exquisite," I mention, ignoring your concerns as my eyes scan your body with a lustful hunger. "Although I am amazed to see you wearing white...after all the filthy things I've seen you do."
Your amazed visage turns into a spiteful scowl as I take a step towards you.
"That was before," you counter, placing your hands on your hips as you attempt to strike an authoritarian pose. "I'm a married woman now."
As if to further drive home your point, you hold your hand up to display your newly placed wedding ring, wiggling your fingers as if to taunt me with your recent matrimony.
"Now...," you state bluntly as you turn to view yourself in the mirror. "Get out of here before someone sees you."
I just smile at your resistance and take another step, bringing my body up behind yours, inhaling your intoxicating scent as your body stiffens with trepidation. You try and spin around to face me, but my hands grab hold and grip you tightly as I press my body up against you. Before you can speak in protest, you feel my hot breath on your neck as I whisper into your ear.
"Tell me," I hiss, grabbing your wrist and twisting your slender arm behind your back. "Does your new husband know where you were that night after your bachelorette party?"
You begin to struggle but my forceful grip holds you tight.
"Because I seem to remember...," I begin, my tongue lashing out to flick your delicate ear, your dangling diamond swinging as a restrained pant escapes your lips. "...you on your hands and knees...with my dick...in your ass."
I can sense your heart rate quicken as you swallow deeply, closing your eyes to avoid the scene looking back at you from the mirror. My hand gradually migrates from your hip, up the front of your smooth, white dress as you continue to wiggle with token resistance.
"Do you remember that night?" I asked calmly, pressing my lips to your neck, tasting your soft skin.
"Y...yes," you whimper as I feel your body begin to melt into mine.
"And do you remember what you said to me that night?"
"Y...yes."
My hand moves around behind you, feeling the taut curves of your toned little ass through the delicate fabric.
"Tell me."
