Amanda Campbell was a statuesque
young woman of twenty something, she was tall and straight backed, which in
itself was quite an achievement for her 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, because 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, and she wasn’t
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 Bachelor.
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, as 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 after which came 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.
When Ian came up for air he
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.
