"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell. "Oh. Hi Shannon... No, nothing really... Uh, yeah I can help."
It was a cool fall morning, but the sun was shining in the azure sky.
"How many boxes are we talking about moving" I asked. "At least a dozen? Well that won't fit in my car... Yeah I guess I can rent a van or something. Let me figure it out."
With my Lexus LC500 barely able to hold my golf clubs, I called the rental company. The price for a short term rental was stupid. I phoned my friend and asked if we could exchange cars for the day. He had a Mercedes GLC and with the seats down should be better than trying to pack it in my car. I texted Shannon that I should be there around 10:30 or 11.
It was warmer by the time I got to her place. I rang the front door bell and waited for her to answer. Shannon was a pretty natural beauty. Black hair with big eyes and full, plump lips. A nice body for a mom who had two kids. But I was completely taken aback when Shannon answered the door. Her make-up was completely done with long eye lashes and heavy mascara; cheeks had a nice pink hue from the blush and her lips were painted a beautiful, deep red. In her dark hair was a contrasting white lace veil cascading down over her naked shoulders where a long flowing white wedding gown started. The strapless dress had a little less than modest front to show off her ample and deep cleavage.
"Like it?" She asked as she turned around.
"Uh... er..." I was at a loss for a response. There was no way I wanted to get married.
"Oh, don't worry!" Shannon laughed. "But you should see your face. I was packing boxes and found my old wedding dress and wanted to see if it still fit. That's all. Ha...ha... wish I had a camera."
It was a beautiful dress. All white satin and lace; stitched white beads in the shape of roses decorated the body and down the full length to the floor. It seemed to have kind of a corset with stays stitched into it. The back was laced downwards with a white satin ribbon. The tied bow sat just above her shapely bum.
"Wow! You do look great in it." I let out a wolf whistle. "How did you do the back lace?"
"There's a side zip." Shannon lifted her left arm and showed me the hidden zipper. "The top is a bit tighter. I think my tits got bigger after the kids."
"Are these the ones?" I asked. There was about a dozen egg carton sized boxes.
"Yeah, just a few more upstairs." Shannon kissed me on the lips. "Thanks for doing this. I'll finish with the stuff upstairs...Okay?"
"Okay." I picked up the first box to bring out to the car. They weren't too heavy since most of them were clothes. It took a bit of arranging, but I got them in. I closed and locked the door since I really didn't trust anyone around (wasn't the best of neighbourhoods) plus it wasn't my SUV.
"Shannon?" I called out.
"Upstairs." I heard her shout down. "In the bedroom."
I made my way up and found her still dressed in her gown. I kissed her full on the lips; she reciprocated. Her fulsome breasts pressed hard into my chest through the thin tee shirt I wore. I grabbed a handful of her butt and pulled her tight. Then suddenly...
"Oh please no! Don't hurt me! It's my wedding day." She begged. She dropped to her knees in front of me and started to undo my jeans. "No, please I need to be faithful to my future husband."
I was stunned. I had no idea what the heck was going on as she pulled my pants and underwear down. She took a firm grip around my shaft and started to stroke me. "Yes, I have given my finance hand jobs before. I told him that I'm a virgin and wanted to wait until we were married. It was the only way to stop him from any further interactions before our wedding vows."
