Ruining Her Wedding Gown

First of all I'm sorry for ruining the wedding dress. Possibly the whole marriage.

Being horny is no excuse but it makes everything look different. I've looked at bricks hornily. I've looked at the elevator and could see it sexily. Like how a guy starving to death sees his friend walking around like a cooked turkey. It's not really his fault right?

Obviously this story begins on Saturday, May 1st. The morning of the wedding.

I arrived at the Great Hall early. Unlocking the back door I entered the kitchen where plates, glasses and serving dishes stood in towers. Turning on the coffee maker I ran through a mental checklist - cake would arrive at 9 and the bridal party at noon. Musicians, caterers, bar staff at 4:30. Guests and the officiant should arrive at 6pm and the whole party should close by midnight.

I took my coffee into the event hall. This massive wooden chapel had been converted into a party space. In a few short hours this place would be full of drunken party guests but for now it was so peaceful here. Sunlight streamed in through the stained glass casting beautiful colors across the hardwood. Two seasons as the events manager here and I still was in awe of the room.

Mopping the floors in time to music in my headphones my mind wandered to an ex, a girlfriend I'd had in college who was completely out of my league. She'd lay in bed scrolling her phone wearing these colorful little panties. Her bum drove me crazy as it slowly wagged back and forth, I'm sure she knew the effect it had on me as I tried to write a paper. Without fail I'd stop studying and eat her out. The sex was amazing and without realizing it the day would be over and I'd be completely behind on work. Our breakup lead to a remarkable improvement in my grades but..

I was completely lost in thought when a hand lightly tapped my shoulder. I jumped and threw the mop comically into the air.

Turning I found a woman in a pink hoodie speaking to me, I took my headphones off.

"...to have startled you!"

"Ms. Vaso!" I hurried to pick up the mop. "Apologies I didn't hear you come in." I looked at my watch.

"Sorry, I'm very early. I couldn't sleep at all last night."

Her black hair was a mess and the pink hoodie and grey sweat pants showed that she really hadn't slept. She was quite pretty though. Her eyes that looked a little stressed.

"I just wanted to see that everything is okay here. What are you listening to?"

"Everything is perfect here, don't worry your wedding will be perfect."

"Thank you, I needed to hear that. What were you listening to when I came in?"

I looked at Spotify which had been on shuffle.

She said she loved the band and I admitted I'd never heard of them. I offered her a coffee and we headed to the kitchen. She asked if she could try on her wedding dress and I showed her to the bridal room.

I went back to the Great Hall to put away the cleaning supplies. When I returned to the kitchen I found her pulling the wedding dress over her head revealing her body in just bra and panties. Quietly I backed out of the room but she heard me.

"Hey, it's alright you can come in."

I entered the kitchen again. Ms. Vaso sat slumped over on the bench in her white underwear. The wedding gown was a pile on the floor.

"Are you alright?" I asked, averting my eyes. "Is there a problem with the dress?"

"No. No it's not the dress."

"I can go.."

"Please don't." She looked up at me and I saw her mascara had run down her cheek.

I walked into the room. "You look very pretty." I said, lamely.

"Do I?" She looked down and laughed at her state of half nakedness. "This isn't how I pictured my wedding day."

"Try the dress on again."

She stood and smiled when I handed her the garment. We lifted the dress and I pulled the lacy fabric down over her body. Feeling her figure in my hands awoke something in me - a flash of those thick thighs I'd been fantasizing about all morning.

I blinked those thoughts away and saw Ms. Vaso standing there. Her dark hair and tanned skin filling out a perfect white gown.

She watched me take her in. "You look incredible."

"Thank you, really. It's not the dress that's making me cry, I just. I don't want to be married."

"Oh."

She went to the fridge and took a bottle of champagne. She wrestled with the lid.

"Here," I popped the cork and foam bubbled out. She took the bottle and swigged it back, taking a long pull. Foam dribbled on her lips and raced down her neck into the gown. I wanted to wipe the champagne from her chest, to keep the dress from getting stained and sticky. Instead I watched as she finished chugging and offered me the bottle.

"Mazel Tov" she laughed. For the first time I saw how truly beautiful she was. In this dark kitchen her dark eyes had a sparkle.

I took a swig. Then a longer one.

What happened next was a mistake, a series of mistakes. I shouldn't have looked at her like I did. She shouldn't have wiped the champagne from my lips with those soft hands. I shouldn't have opened my mouth.

She put her fingers in my mouth and pulled me in for a kiss. I tasted champagne. Her mouth cold from the drink. As we kissed her mouth became very hot and she put her hand on my cock as it grew hard. Her face and chest were wet and I pushed her up against the wall. I licked the champagne from her cheek, her neck, down her collarbones and into her chest.

She lifted the skirt of her white gown to her waist and I went on my knees to pull down her white underwear. Her pussy was in my mouth and I licked up the wetness. The taste of champagne and her hot juices intermingles and I nearly came prematurely. I took a breath and stopped. This was wrong.

I slowly pulled the skirt over my head and looked up at the woman.

"Why.." she gasped. "Keep going."

"It's your wedding day Ms. Vaso."

She collapsed down onto me pushing me to the floor. "I don't fucking care."

She climbed down to unbuckle my belt and pulled out my dick. She didn't care about her fiancé or the wedding or me. This was something else.

My dick was throbbing when she sat on me. The white dress bunched over our bodies and she had a hand gripping my chest as she felt me inside. Her mouth was wide open and she slowly relaxed, leaning back and beginning to rhythmically ride. I was completely in awe watching her, feeling her grip me deep inside. I followed her lead and relaxed leaning back into the floor.

Feeling her slowly rock back and forth as she lifted herself up and down, I joined in the rhythm. My hands found their way up her smooth thighs. She moaned each time I left and gasped as I entered her again. My hands found her ass and squeezed, pulling her in deep. She leaned forward over me and put a hand on the floor next to my head. She lowered her head and kept rocking, bouncing on my cock. I saw a dribble of saliva on her lower lip and bent up to lick it. She found my tongue and kissed me deeply. My hand came to her chest, groping at her breast through the silk and lace of the gown. Her nipple was poking through and I knew I needed it in my mouth. I suddenly needed to really fuck her.

My hips bucked and threw her up and down, feeling her tight wet lips squeeze my shaft, milking me for my cum.

"Take it off. I want to see you."

"No." She shook her head, "I want you to fuck me by the mirror."

I apologize for what happened next, sincerely.

She stood and walked out of the room, grabbing the bottle of champagne. I followed her to the bridal room. When I entered she was looking at me through the mirror. Seeing this beautiful woman in her wedding gown, I swear to God I was going to stop. But she hiked up her skirt and bent over at the waist revealing her beautiful ass. The way the sun was like something from a poem, I couldn't help but penetrate her. I grabbed her hips and thrusted hard, slamming deep into her. She pushed back into me and her moans turned into open mouthed yelps. Louder and louder as I fucked her harder and harder. My head was empty except for her voice and the rising need to come. I groaned and slapped her ass.

Her body tensed and she choked on a final scream as she came. Shuddering I released my cum deep into her pussy. We stayed like that for a moment, slowly twitching. I held her hips and we separated with a gasp. Cum dripped down her pussy and into the delicate dress.

Suddenly she stood and wiped her face. She smiled back at me, "Thank you so much, I needed that."

"You're welcome." I said.

"If you'll excuse me."

I nodded and she left for the restroom. I sat down to catch my breath but the doorbell rang. The clock read 9:09 am. Right, the cake people were here.

The rest of the day proceeded like clockwork, I was in a daze as food and flowers arrived, staff set up chairs, the bar opened and musicians began playing wedding songs.

I only caught glimpses of the bride as she was surrounded by family and friends but she looked perfect. The groom arrived and the wedding began. I watched her walk down the aisle, that beautiful as wagging back and forth as she approached the priest and her husband to be. I couldn't see a spot where we had dirtied the white dress. Words and rings were exchanged and they kissed. A deep kiss that surprised him.

As the night went on I found myself busy and I missed the speeches and the couple's first dance. I helped arrange taxis for drunken guests and before I knew it, the venue had emptied and I was alone with the mop.

I found my way down to the kitchen and opened a beer. In the bridal room I saw no sign of our tryst except for a hand print on the mirror. I took Windex and a cloth and wiped it away.