Of Brides and Champagne

She was sitting at the dressing table in her room. Her wedding was just a few hours away, and soon her last name would be changed forever. Her bridesmaids were already on their way to set up.

So she sat alone in a white-laced bra that were barely holding her DDD tits. Nearly pouring out of the low cut, a lace garter that hugged her hips and clasped to white sheer thigh highs that showcased her legs. Her white thong was strung up her ass, which had her ass cheeks perky and very smackable. Over her, laid a silk robe that was tied loosely around her waist.

Leaning over, she slowly began to apply the deep rouge lipstick onto her thick, round lips. As she finished, she heard the knock. Thinking it was one of her bridesmaids.

"Come in, and please tell me you brought champagne."

"Last time you said those words, you did something you regret." In the doorway was a man that was very much not her bridesmaid. His suit fit meticulously, tailored to his athletic muscular body. He was wearing a white suit with a black shirt and an ivory silk, diamond patterned tie. His chiseled jaw cut sharp as his smile immediately overpowered the room with his presence. He looked confident, knowing, dangerous. His stare was like a hunter coming face-to-face with its prey. As he moved past her, his hand grazed her goosebump-covered skin. He dropped the bucket of ice containing the champagne near her mirror. "1841 Veuve Clicquot. Very good year."

Her eyes widened and lashes fluttered open as she watched him strut into her dressing room. The door closed behind him and his undoubted, dominant power shifted the atmosphere of the room. Lyn became uneasy being in a room with him alone.

"Tonde!.. Why are you in here and not with Munya?" She asked with a witty and focused voice, trying her best not to say or do anything out of character. Her straightened hair was set in curls and pinned up with silver flowered pins "And, more importantly, why do you have my champagne?" Turning her head to look up to him, she did not notice the loosening of the tie around her waist and the silk robe falling open. Exposing her glistening cleavage, and round full breast in view to him

"I came to see how you were holding up. Hopefully better than your robe." His voice was husky and possessive. If words had power, then his were already feeling her up. He looked intensely, his stare slowly drifting from her large heaving tits to her thick quivering lips. He smiled, harsh but alluring as he moved his hands towards her chest. He could hear her breath catch in fear and anticipation before he changed course, stroking down towards her stomach. His rough hands moved past the soft perfumed skin near her chest to the tie on her robe. He moved close, keeping his eyes tearing into hers as he tied the knot tight, pulling her tits back into the robe. "You still want that drink?"

She swallowed hard as Tonde tied the robe for her. Once she did, she was overwhelmed by anxiety, followed by a strange arousal. That smile of his, adorable. But there was something underneath it.

Daring her?

Maybe.

Pushing her?

Possibly.

Wanting her?

She shook the thought away from her head before turning away from him. Her heart's pace slowly began to beat faster inside her chest because whatever was happening now...

... Whatever this was.

It was dangerous.

"Thank you for checking, and I will have that drink."

She picked up the bottle of champagne and a glass, with her back facing him. She opened the top before pouring it halfway.

"You can let yourself out now."

Tonderai was about to walk towards the door but right before he turned to leave, her elbow knocked the champagne off the table.

She dove for it but before she could grab it, he was there. He reacted quick, grabbing the bottle before it hit the floor. He moved up slowly, his crotch passing directly past her face as he put the bottle back on the table. The large bulge stood out clear against his pressed pants. Unfortunately, while he saved the bottle, her glass had spilled all over her robe, the champagne drenching her tits.

"Hona manje zvawaita, you made quite a mess. You're soaked."

"Oh shut up..." Getting off the floor, she shoved him with a small flirtatious laugh. The alcohol she already had was slowly working into her system. As she faced Tonde once again, she began to relax.

"I'll be taking that." Retrieving the bottle from him, she poured her glass again and sat it down onto the table. "Give me a minute, I have a message to send over to Munya before you leave." Walking behind the dressing screen, she took off the white robe and put on the red one hanging over it... stepping from behind it, the robe sat completely open. Her robe fell down the curves of her body sensually.

Her eyes roamed Tonde from across the room. His features in the natural sunlight, the tailored suit clinging to his body.

Ndimba ndimba.

Perfection.

She bit her bottom lip as her eyes met his again.

"Tell him... I'll see him at the altar." From there, she made her way back to the dressing table where her new, full glass sat. She could feel his presence surrounding her room. As she sat once again, she lifted the glass to her lips with a wicked smile and sipped as she looked at Tonde through the mirror

"How about one little toast, for old times sake?" He didn't wait for her to respond. He moved close, gripping the bottle firmly before refilling her glass and filling his own.

"This is Munya's but I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow it..."

"It's been a busy day. Enough to make any man... thirsty." He brought the glass to his lips and drunk deep, draining it in an instant...

Placing her glass down, she watched as he drank from the glass. Her lips spread slightly as she watched him. Her seat wasn't wet but her thong was. Her heart continued to beat so loud that it racked against her ribs. She swallowed the lump in her throat again as her eyes glazed over in lust, becoming lost in staring.

Tonde noticed where she was looking and smirked... he made cock throb deliberately, pulsating it powerfully through the fabric. He stared deep, devouring her thick, pornographic body. He managed to grab the bottle, holding his gaze, as he handed it to her.

"Keep it firm. A nice grip. Like this." He grabbed the back of the bottle, positioning it against his crotch as she held the shaft, pouring the creamy liquid into the glass.

Snapping out of it. She placed the bottle down and began to breathe slowly, trying her best to calm her heart.

"Y-y-you should leave Tonde. You know you shouldn't even be in here." Creating distance she moved towards the full-length mirror near where her dress hung. Her breath caught in her throat as the overwhelming tension enveloped the room...

Her pussy began to tingle.

She pressed her thighs together as she wiggled her hips.

Her ass swaying subtly side to side as tried vainly to control her body.

"Tell me one thing. Then I promise I'll leave." He moved closer to her, placing his hand against the table, pinning her there. "Is Munya giving this body what it needs?"

"Be honest with me."

"You don't need to know what our sexlife is like..." She said in a sharp tone and a sly smile. Trying to keep her wits, she crossed her arms under her tits, attempting to hold them up properly on her build. "Besides aren't you his best friend. Doesn't he brag to you about it or whatever?"

In truth, her and Munya had never actually had sex. It was an "everything but" relationship because of her fear to do so.

"Munya says a lot. But I can tell when a woman isn't satisfied." He moved closer, both hands now pinning her to the table. His huge bulging erection now throbbed directly against her. "The way you lick your lips, the way you stare at my cock, the way you grind your thighs together. The smell of your pussy getting wetter."

"Don't deny it, Lyn. Just tell me the honest truth."

"Iiiwe mhani...stop it.." She refused to make eye contact. She felt pressured, and unsure how to answer. "We have ummm..."

In a low tone, she tilted her head down and rushed "...never had sex..."

"Never?" His eyebrows raised incredulously. "When Munya said he was always balls deep in you. I know that was bullshit but... you're getting married. And you've never...?"

She felt his bulge pressed against her and breathed in. His scent surrounded her.

"I'm supposed to walk down that aisle in two hours. You can't be here."

"Do you really want me to leave?" He placed his hands over hers, gripping tight.

"Y-y-yes." She begged. Ashamed. They've been here before, a drunk blowjob in her bedroom at a Christmas party 2 years ago. A thing they both promised never to speak about again. She had wanted to fuck him that night, and that was a sober thought. Carrying that guilt for her was brutal but what hurt more was never knowing what it was like to fuck him. She wanted him more than her soon-to-be husband. But if Munya knew ... if Tonde knew... everything would fall apart....