The Wedding.
Absolutely everyone was invited, it was in the summer too, we were having great weather and all of us were all going. Although none of us were expecting anything erotic to happen as the girls' partners, children and family were coming too, so really it was just myself and Carrie who were the only single ones. Technically the bride too, for the start and possibly some of her bridesmaids.
It would have been easy to fantasise about them all being involved and everyone getting naked, but that's not what happened. As usual I've done my best to piece this together but we think Alice is keeping secrets from us, although she says not.
For clarity the players in this story are and were all over 21, the youngest is Carrie, who at the time of the events would have been 24, she was born February 1994. I often use the term 'girls' as they are all younger than I am and their playful behaviour.
So who is the us? Catherine the elder sister, Alice the younger, myself who was married to the middle one. Carrie is Catherine's or Cat as she is known, eldest daughter. Catherine has other children and Alice has two of her own in their younger teens, but they have never been part of the story.
Partners and all invited, family and relations we'd not seen for some time, so a big event and it was a glorious weekend weather wise, if anything too hot, but the hotel was beautiful, large grounds to walk in and plenty of trees giving shade for when the wedding party moved outside, as it was planned for the ceremony to be under the shade of a large Cedar tree. There had been no real rain for a few weeks so the weather was not in question.
I had received a lovely note, with my invitation, written from the bride, a cousin of the girls, who was insistent that I attend so as not to lose close contact with the family. She obviously had no idea the sort of close contact that had been going on so far.
The wedding was on the Saturday, Sara, the bride had booked the hotel for the whole event. I assume it was all her organisational skills, as her husband to be, although a great guy, really wasn't into the whole fairy tale wedding and as we found out later they had a deal. Have any wedding she likes if he can spend a couple of hours watching the football that would be on that afternoon. She had it timed to perfection, I dread to think of the effort she'd put in. I did get to see the dress prior to the ceremony and that's where we will begin.
I'd checked into the hotel on Friday, after booking myself a suite, I just fancied treating myself and so I had an extra day there. I did check it was free and I wasn't depriving any close family of the room, but I was assured it was mine for the taking.
So I arrived on Friday around midday and I think I was the first of anyone connected to the wedding to arrive. It was a beautiful place, huge with rolling gardens all around. I knew how much my room cost so I didn't want to think about the event's total cost.
My room, it turns out, was next door to the bridal suite, almost irrelevant as the rooms were a massive size. Walking into it, there was a living area with a sofa and a large TV, French doors out onto a balcony that you could easily seat a few people. Off of this room was the bedroom, which was about the size of my whole house, with on-suite connecting to both rooms.
Hanging up my suit and shirts, I opened the balcony doors and stepped out. Looking around to the right must have been the Bridal suites balcony, the doors were open, but no-one was there, that was just for cooling the room. To the left I could just see part of the car park and a couple of cars arriving, so I went back in to be nosy and hopefully check out the bar.
"Ahh perfect," came the cheery welcome from Sara who had arrived with her maid of honour. Long blonde hair that would be a nightmare to 'wash and go' and a killer body, I think she's in her early thirties, but I'm not sure.
"We're not staying the night but we're just dropping off a few things for tomorrow," she started off, "Oh and hi P," she slipped in, almost forgetting, I didn't mind, it must have been a massively busy time for them. She did introduce me to .....nope, I'm honestly terrible with names, but it was a brief handshake with..... I want to say Helen, but it may not be. Who went back out to her car for more things to bring in.
"You're here early, you know it's tomorrow right?" she smiled while asking me, a smile that would ignite a whole room.
"I was treating myself, if I can do anything while I'm here just ......." I offered but she cut me off.
"Yes please, no need for you to go anywhere but could I ask you to look after the dresses? We're all coming in the morning and I mean everyone, hairdressers and all," she listed off a few more people too.
"Hairdressers?" I queried, "More than one?"
"Oh yes," she replied, "Planned to perfection, I hope."
"It's going to be fantastic, just like......." I looked at her, just jeans and a light top, but her arms were uncovered, as it was such a warm day. "Have you been working out?"
"Am I not supposed to be asking you questions like that?'' She replied and she placed her hand on my arm. I know what you're thinking as I was too but we didn't jump each other.
She has never been a large girl but she has been lifting weights. She looked stunning, that was muscle on her arms and I'm guessing legs too as she has a very curved ass, I'd like to compare it to Ali's close up sometime.
"I do Crossfit," she informed me.
"Yeah I know of it," I said, "I've covered a couple of events before."
"Oh that's right, you're a qualified medic, didn't you pass recently? Congratulations anyway," she added.
"Am I not supposed to be saying Congratulations to you?" I smiled, repeating back to her this time.
She grinned and asked, "Do you get much exercise?"
I paused for a few seconds and replied, "I get a good workout every now and again."
"Good for you," and she let go of my arm. Yes, that was a long contact, maybe I should write a fantasy from that point. I watched her ass as she walked out, just my imagination but she was swaying it for me, but never looked back over her shoulder, the way people do when they're really into someone. It was just as well, as Helen came back in with a few more boxes.
"Leave them there," I said, "I'll ask for a trolley."
The hotel staff were amazing, they even had a tall clothes rack with wheels on so the dresses that were brought in could all hang straight without creasing and I swore on, "The life of a bottle of Gin," that I would guard them under lock and key with my life.
Jeremy, who was working behind reception, even offered me one of their waistcoats so I could look the part as the porter. He was openly gay and made the whole weekend so much fun with him being ludicrously happy and cheerful and sort of became my 'partner in crime'.
So while Sara and Helen were on their seventeenth trip to and from the cars (I may not have that number correct) I slipped on the waistcoat, just black with gold buttons, looked a bit odd over a polo shirt and jeans but it was still fun calling Sara and Helen, "Ma'm," and holding my hand out for a tip.
I didn't get one but Helen did give me a smile as she headed off for her next military timed task, but Sara gave a very nice kiss on my cheek, that I'm sure lasted longer than just a peck and made me need to adjust myself when she turned away. I glanced at Jeremy and he was smiling, he was always smiling but this one was at me I couldn't but return a grin.
Sara looked back over her shoulder and flicked her hair away like an advert on TV and waved with her fingers. I held my hand up in a wave of acknowledgement and mouthed, "Later," to her. Bringing my hand down slightly I held out my arm to Jeremy and we fist bumped.
"Is it wrong to flirt with the bride?" I asked.
"She started it," he added, "You're being a nice guy and a gentleman and she let rip, but there are scales of wrongness," he laughed. "She's not actually in the dress yet," he continued arguing both sides.
Being a gentleman was not what I was thinking right then but ...
"I could do with a hand getting this lot up to the room," I hinted.
"I'm at reception, but I know who will assist, hang on I'll call her," and he went back behind the desk and put his head into the office. Out came ...... I want to say Emma, now I'll try and be clear, she wasn't wearing anything special, but it was the way she was wearing it.
"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed and then paused, "Did I say that out loud?" I asked Jeremy.
"Yes my friend," he replied, "but only I heard."
Emma was wearing the standard uniform, black skirt, white blouse and the waistcoat that looked a million times better on her, than it did on me.
It was the skirt that I saw first, plain black above the knee and very tight, like it was vacuum sealed on and I swear the blouse and waistcoat were tailored to her shape and looked amazing, better than amazing, I was staring but trying not to.
