After dating her for four years, I was getting more that a little pressure from my girlfriend Lacy’s parents to “make an honest woman” out of her. The fact she moved into my downtown Chicago loft a year ago did not please her parents any and I was getting more hassles about the arrangements that expected. I was in no hurry to get married and resisted until finally popping the question one night a few months ago. She said “YES” immediately and her Mom and Dad instantly cut back on their not-to-subtle snide remarks.
We set a wedding date for six months down the road. Lacy has one sibling, a younger sister named Vickie. She was a big help in making plans for the wedding and handling many of the details Lacy could not get to with her time consuming occupation as a flight attendant for a major airline. I had the impression Vickie was more excited about the upcoming wedding than I was.
Lacy looks so much like Vickie it’s scary. They both are the same height at 5’2″. They both have back rounds in sports (track, tennis) so they have nice firm legs, full shapely hips and small waists. Long blond hair was also a feature they share.
Features they did not have in common? Well, Vickie has wavy hair in contrast to Lacy’s straight hair. One other difference was in the breast size. While Lacy has a modest set of 32B set of tits, Vickie carries a healthy set of 34DDs which stand out prominently since she is short. This was often a topic of interest at the family pool parties, especially among any males. Lacy only wore conservative one piece bathing suits while Vickie was more apt to flaunt her bigger tits in tasteful, but attractive bikini’s. The tops were not skimpy. That said, she was not self conscious about her healthy chest and was okay with the attention. Oh, one last difference was age. Lacy was 29 years old while Vickie had just recently celebrated her 21st Birthday and was a recent college graduate.
The wedding date was approaching rapidly. I was getting apprehensive but gave no outward impression of calling it off and expressed no desire to postpone the date. Lacy? She expressed her excitement more as the big day was coming. Vickie was in step with her, making arrangements. I stayed out of the process – much to my delight, no one complained. In the months leading up to the wedding I had little time together with Lacy – since we announced the engagement she elected to move back with her Mom and Dad until the wedding was over. At the same time, she explicitly told me no more sex until the wedding was official. While Mommy and Daddy were glad their daughter was no longer “living in sin” and I was not so happy to be deprived of having my sexual needs attended to.
Two weeks before the wedding, my “Best Man” Adam called say he had set up the bachelor party for the following weekend on Saturday evening. As the custom goes, he got in touch will all our mutual buddies and I gave him a list of other friends and co-workers I thought should be at the party. The day before the event, he showed me the list of guys who committed to attending the bash. It would be a fairly large party of twenty two guys. And, of course, he hired the obligatory stripper. I was very cool with that. I was hoping for at least to babes but who was I to complain?
The next night the party was well under way. Since Adam was living with his parents, I had agreed to have the party in the club house located in my apartment building. It was spacious with a full kitchen, and well furnished with a couple of couches, a recliner and a nice sound system. Needless to say, there was plenty of beer and hard liquor brought in – before long the libations were going down fast. By the time the entertainment arrived a few hours into the night we were all heavily boozed up and rowdy.
The stripper called herself “Briana” and had a killer body. I wondered if she chose the fake name due to her uncanny resemblance to porn star Brianna Banks. She was about 5’6″ with a great build – within minutes of commencing her tawdry routine she had she everything but a skimpy G-string. She made sure I was given a chair in the center of the room where she could do her thing – and give every guy a good look at her performance. She was no rookie as she was in control.
Brianna had massive store bought breasts which she bounced in front of me. Her bottle blond hair went to the middle of her tanned, toned back and had an ass that must have been maintained with lots of time on the “Stairmaster.” She was not shy about demonstrating her firm behind as she danced and delivered a hip grinding lap dance to me. My cock responded instantly. Her tits were in my face frequently and I was slobbering all over them, making kind of a scene. She was into it big time, her nipples swollen and shiny with my saliva. Shame on me – I was drooling all over her fun bags.
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