I stared at the image on my phone. It was Beth in her dress. Well mostly in her dress. Her large breasts spilled out of the top just like I imagined they would. One she seemed to offer to the photographer who I had to assume was her husband. The other hung down full and heavy. Her areolas were pale in color with nipples that were thick and hard. I was fully captivated by the image, and I wanted to taste them. I have to say I was tempted to lick them through the screen. She was flaunting them for the camera with a wickedly mischievously smile.
I couldn't believe I had this picture sent to me. Her husband had said he would send me pictures of me dancing with his wife. There were 3 of those, but also this one. Obviously taken in their room before the wedding. He must have made a mistake in sending it to me. I glanced up and they were chatting quietly across the table. I wondered if they knew yet what he had sent.
I tentatively texted back, "thank you." I figured he would see what the mistake was and quickly apologize or looked embarrassed. His phone beeped and he glanced down at it and showed my text to Beth. She turned red seeing the pictures he had sent. He smiled and replied across the table, "Your Welcome." I wondered where this was going.
Earlier in the Evening.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes as I adjusted my bow tie and jacket. I can't say that I never dress up, but it isn't that often. The boss's daughter's wedding required that we all make an appearance and dress appropriately. It wasn't Black Tie Formal, but a suit was expected. I wasn't high enough up in the company to be on a first name basis, but I was high enough up that my absence would be noticed.
I smiled at my image. I might not be the handsomest or the youngest or the fittest guy at the wedding, but for my mid 50s I wasn't too bad. Perhaps better than average. Oh well, hooking up wasn't on my list of activities tonight. Show up, chit chat, be seen by the boss, bring an appropriate gift and enjoy the food, drink and perhaps a bit of dancing if I felt like it. Let the evening begin.
Dropping my car with the hotel Valet I made my way into the large Ball Room for the service. I scanned the area as I made my way down the aisle. I spoke to a few people and discreetly found a seat about 2/3 of the way back on the bride's side. I enjoyed watching the people file in decked out in their fancy wedding attire. I must admit that many of the women, young and older were competing to see who could be the sexiest without looking slutty. It is amazing how alluring and suggestive a dress can be while still being relatively modest. Or at least acceptable at a wedding. Soon they were all seated and the wedding began. The service wasn't long, and we were invited to an area with an open bar while the pictures were taken.
The Bar was in the room where the dinner would be served. Our tables were set with place cards, and I headed over to get a drink and find my seat. I surveyed the gathered people to see who I might chat with. Soon I joined a group from my office and we chatted about the wedding and the people there. Everyone was in a good mood and the time passed quickly.
I enjoyed the ensembles that the ladies were wearing. I lost track of how many "little black" dresses there were. There were also a rainbow of shimmering silks, sequins and jewel covered gowns. It also seemed that bras were not in fashion with these dresses. I enjoyed the subtle and not so subtle movement of the ladies' tits and asses. It seemed they knew that they were attracting attention.
I dropped off my glass and got another drink. I headed over to the table I had been assigned. The table was off to the side. Like all the others it was covered with a large white tablecloth and the 8 place settings were elaborately done, just like the center piece. Two couples were sitting at the table chatting.
At first, I didn't recognize them but then I did. Well, I recognized one of the ladies and one of the men. They both worked in the company although not in my area. I just wasn't used to seeing them dressed up. They were both accompanied by their spouses.
Robert, who is my age and works down the hall stood up and introduced me to his wife Donna. She faintly smiled as she offered me her hand without rising. She seemed to be enduring the evening. I shook her hand and told her I was glad to meet her.
I walked around to the other couple. Beth who was one of the administrative assistants to a fellow who had a similar position as I did stand up and introduced me to her husband Larry. He didn't stand to shake my hand, but it was because he had a heavy boot on his foot. "Sorry not to get up," he said. "I fell and broke my foot." "No problem," I said as I shook his hand.
Beth and her husband were a several years older than me. I regularly saw Beth at work as I and her executive worked on several projects together. She asked me if I was alone, and I admitted I was. No plus one for me tonight. Before I could sit down the third couple showed up. They were both in their 20's and not from the company. Logan and Sarah introduced themselves to us and told us that they were friends of the groom. They had already had several drinks and seemed to wish they weren't seated with the "older" people. They never said so but kept looking over and waving at other couples their age.
I was seated next to Sarah and across from Beth. There was an empty seat, I assume for my imaginary plus one between me and Robert. I tried to engage in conversation with Sarah and Logan since they were closest, but they were more eager to talk with their friends. Before the food even came, they moved off. That was fine with me. Soon the rest of us were talking about life and families and work. Larry was fun to talk to, as was Beth and Robert. Donna spent most of her time looking at her phone and seemed anxious for the food to come so they could leave.
Beth surprised me. Not in that she was talkative and friendly, but in how she looked. She didn't dress like an old maid at work, but she didn't dress to flash and be seen either. Her regular attire consisted of conservative cloths that while fashionable, were not at all suggestive. She also normally wore her hair down on her shoulders and tonight it was up in a very flattering style. I had noticed at work that while she wasn't that tall, maybe 5'4" or so, she was well proportioned. Her personality at work stood out more than her body. But here her body was competing with her personality for center stage. She was wearing an emerald dress that shimmered in the light. The dress clung to her breasts displaying a very tantalizing amount of cleavage and creamy orbs that swayed with each movement. The straps that held it up were not small, yet they showed lots of shoulders and a very kissable neck. My mind wandered for a few minutes as I lost myself looking at her. I thought I discerned her nipples pressing against the fabric.
