The Girl in the Lavender Dress

Amanda Campbell was a statuesque young woman of twenty something, she was tall and straight backed, which in itself was quite an achievement to stand upright when you considered the size of her breasts which were enormous, huge in fact.
They were so large that short people could have sheltered under them when it rained.
And as if her round globular mammary’s didn’t attract enough attention in their own right they were surmounted by very large nipples in an almost perpetual state of arousal, which was why she was known around the office as “Miss pencil rubbers”.
But despite her particular attributes that would normally stir the blood of any self-respecting red bloodied man she was not given a second look in that regard.
She wore horn rimmed glasses and her red hair was scraped back severely from her face, which itself bore no makeup.
Her clothing was of good quality, though lacking in style, and her footwear was functional rather than aesthetic and she exuded a mannish air.
So Ian Palmer thought on the whole that Amanda Campbell, the office manager, was quite sexless.
Nor was she a very popular figure in the workplace, although she was very efficient, she had no one she could call friend among her colleagues, and to say the least Amanda was aloof.
So it was with some surprise that Ian Palmer found himself one day casting his eye over her in a lascivious manner.

Ian Palmer was an accountant, fast approaching his thirtieth birthday and was a confirmed Batchelor.
He was not by any definition, a ladies man, but had not been completely unsuccessful in the pursuit of women, despite his Batchelor status.
He had no particular “type” when it came to women, he was not so successful with the opposite sex that he could afford to discard possible companions based on something as superficial as hair colour, body shape or breast size.
But not by any criteria imaginable did he ever think that the sight of Amanda Campbell would cause a stirring in his loins.
She was no longer wearing glasses and her red hair was no longer swept back off her face but hung in soft curls with a delicate fascinator balanced on her head and above her ear was a small floral arrangement.
When he first saw her standing there he did a double take, and stared quite hard until he was convinced it was her.
Instead of her drab office clothes she was wearing a lavender dress which showed a shape he had never noticed before, he knew obviously she had a massive breasts, it was impossible for her to conceal such wonders, which were now more exquisitely defined in the bodice of her bridesmaids dress.
Which was open at the back and plunging at the front, the result of which was that he spent more time than was strictly necessary just staring at her bust confused as to what exactly was holding them up.

He hadn’t noticed it was her in the church, well he’d noticed her, and he always gave the female guests, bridesmaids and even the bride a full appraisal.
Although he didn’t appraise the bride on this occasion as it was his sister Jane.
It was outside in the June sunshine as he waited for the photographer to complete his play book that he spotted her while he was indulging in another spot of appraisal.
She now wore makeup on her face and something he had never seen before, a smile, and the addition of that smile made her pretty.
Amanda suddenly became aware Ian was watching her and as their eyes briefly met she blushed.
Then she steeled herself, took a deep breath and walked gracefully towards him, not on her usual functional items of footwear but on stylish stiletto heeled shoes.
“Hello Ian” she said avoiding eye contact
“Wow Amanda” he said “you look stunning”
“Thank you” she said and blushed again
Just then the photographer started barking orders again and she said
“Here we go again”

It was another ten minutes before they resumed their conversation
“So you’re related to the groom?” Ian asked
“Yes” she replied “He’s my cousin Sean”
“Well your cousin has just married my sister” Ian said
“I know” she confessed
“So you knew Jane was my sister, before today?” He asked
Amanda nodded
“And that we’d both be at the wedding?” he asked
“Yes” Amanda said
“Why didn’t you say something at the office?” Ian asked
“Because at work I’m “Miss Pencil Rubbers” and not the girl in the lavender dress” she said

As they walked into the hotel for the wedding breakfast he felt rather shamefaced.
Amanda was perfectly correct he wouldn’t have paid her any attention in the office or welcomed any approach from her.
As luck would have it, or so he thought, he was not only on the same table as Amanda but was seated next to her.
One course followed another as did the glasses of wine and as the deserts were arriving Ian asked
“So how come there are two totally different Amanda’s?”
“Well I’m quite shy” she confessed “and I don’t make friends easily”
“But today you’re bubbly and confident” he said
“That’s because I know everyone and they know me, the real me, I don’t have to pretend and I don’t have to hide” Amanda said
“So why do you hide?” Ian asked
“It started when I got promoted” She said “and I did it in the beginning so people would take me seriously”
“But it didn’t work” Ian said
“No, they ended up hating me” she admitted “then it was difficult to undo what I’d done without looking silly”
“Oh I see” he said
“It has its compensations” she said “at least I’m not a target for unwanted sexual advances in the workplace”

The speeches followed and more wine, then champagne and then the free bar.
So it was with a light head and a lascivious eye that Ian was led onto the dance floor by the statuesque vision in lavender that was Amanda Campbell.
And then she held him to her and they danced.
They danced three slow dances together and when the tempo of the fourth indicated it was not another one.
Amanda steered Ian towards the terrace, fresh air and moonlight.
“You know I think you should show everyone at work the real you” he said
“Because I’m sure they’ll like you as much as I do”
“I’m not interested in what they think” Amanda said standing very close to him
“I only care what one of them thinks”
Ian was staring at Amanda’s bosom illuminated by the moon as he said
“It was very fortunate we ended up on the same table”
“Sean and Jane intended that we should be sat together so they engineered the whole thing” Amanda confessed
“Why would they do that?” Ian asked
“Because I asked them too” she confessed after all she couldn’t rely on his drooling over her in the gardens to do the job.
“Why?...” he began and then as they stood together on the terrace in the moonlight she kissed him
Ian came up for air and asked
“So if your cousin is married to my sister, does that make us related?”
“No” she replied
“Good” he said and kissed her again