Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner

It did appear that they were very much in love and Timothy seemed like a really nice guy so Ngozi was happy for her, despite her doubts. The biggest surprise of all though was that the wedding was due to take place in only 2 weeks. Timothy was in the Air Force and was due…

Ngozi’s best friend from school Oge, had recently announced much to Ngozi’s surprise, that she was getting married. She had only been dating Timothy for five months and at the age of 22, Ngozi thought she was too young to get tied down. Oge wasn’t like her though, she had always wanted marriage and children, even from a young age.

It did appear that they were very much in love and Timothy seemed like a really nice guy so Ngozi was happy for her, despite her doubts.

The biggest surprise of all though was that the wedding was due to take place in only 2 weeks. Timothy was in the Air Force and was due to return to work for 7 months. Ngozi couldn’t believe a wedding could be put together in such a short amount of time, but supposedly Oge had been planning it in her mind for 10 years already.

Much to Ngozi’s delight Oge had asked her to be her chief bridesmaid, she even found the perfect dress for her already, all Ngozi had to do was go into the shop this week to see if it fitted.

The news of Oge’s impending wedding soon found their way to Ngozi’s mum’s ears.

“Why don’t you give your boyfriend a call? You could invite him to Oge’s wedding?”

“Mum, leave it, please!” Ngozi snapped.

“I’m just trying to help darling.”

“Well you aren’t! I’m happy being single thanks, I don’t need to take a date.” Ngozi was beginning to tire of her mum constantly bringing boyfriend into every conversation.

She took a taxi to work with her mum’s words still reverberating through her brain. She was young, free and single, she didn’t need a guy, she had plenty of time for that, right now she was happy to indulge herself whenever she felt like it, with whomever she wanted.

Being spectacularly beautiful, with gorgeous hair, piercing eyes and a killer figure with huge natural breasts, meant that finding eager men to help satisfy her frequent needs was almost boringly easy.

Most men couldn’t keep up with her gluttonous appetite for sex anyway. Ngozi was a very sexual person and didn’t see a problem with that. A lot of her old school ‘friends’ had labelled Ngozi a slut. It had hurt her feelings at first but Oge had always stuck by her and that meant the world to Ngozi.

In recent years some of her sexual experiences had caused Ngozi to re-access what it was that really turned her on though. Regular sex was great, it helped her unwind and release her frustrations. But great sex? That only seemed to happen when Ngozi was sleeping with someone she knew she shouldn’t be. Maybe it was a coincidence, but she doubted it.

Whenever Ngozi wanted to bring herself off, it was always whilst thinking about these forbidden fruits. Usually she thought about fucking in public places. The thrill of being caught, it turned out, was one of her biggest turn ons.

That day at work seemed to drag on and on. There was a mountain of paperwork to catch up, but her mind kept wandering to naughtier subjects. It had been two weeks since she had last been laid and it was beginning to make her irritable. She scanned the office, fantasizing about each and every man in turn. Ngozi wasn’t arrogant but she knew deep down she could have any man in building, married or not, in the blink of an eye.

She made a pact with herself, never to get involved with a work colleague, but it didn’t hurt to imagine what she would do to them if she could.

Fortunately Ngozi had requested to leave an hour early that day, the clock couldn’t reach 3:30 fast enough. She was feeling so horny that if she stayed any longer and she was likely to cause some mischief.

“Ngozi! Weren’t you supposed to leave work early today?” Ngozi jumped in alarm, she had been having a vivid daydream about Chidi the new intern, pinning her up against the photocopy machine and fucking her brains out. She looked up to see her boss awaiting her response.

“I completely forgot!” She lied. “What time is it?”

“It’s half past three.”

“Oh no. I hope I don’t miss my appointment!” Ngozi gathered her stuff and headed for the gate. It was a 45 minute drive, so she hoped she wouldn’t get caught in traffic or she wouldn’t make it to the bridal shop before closing time and doubted she would be allowed to leave work early again this week.

The traffic turned out to be fine, but it was still 4:20 by the time she disembark from the taxi just outside the shop, so she ran from the cab up to the door, cursing under her breath.

Femi was just locking the front door when he noticed a gorgeous woman jogging across the road. Femi was far from a ladies man, he was now in his late forties and had never been married. In fact he hadn’t even had sex for two years. The sight of this busty young lady jogging towards him, made his eyes bulge and his jaw drop.

She was wearing a short skirt and a blue blouse which clung tightly across her gravity defying chest. He stared almost hypnotized, her breasts seeming to bounce in slow motion as she ran.

It took him a while before he realised she was making a path straight towards his shop. It wasn’t until she was a few metres from the door, that he managed to snatch his eyes away from her breasts, then he let out an audible gasp. Femi had heard the expression that somebody could be so beautiful they could ‘take your breath away’ but it wasn’t until now that he believed it could be true.

As he gazed at her face for the first time, he was amazed, she was by far the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her slightly wavy hair was loosely pinned up, leaving a few curls which hung down, framing her gorgeous face. She had strikingly eyes, a small button nose and full lips. Just looking at her made Femi’s heart hammer wildly in his chest and his dick gave a longing twitch in his trousers.

He had frozen stiff, halfway through turning the sign round to read ‘CLOSED’ when she spoke.

“Please, please. I’m sorry I’m late but I need to know if my dress fit me.” Ngozi puffed the words out, still breathless after her humiliating sprint across the road.

“Ummm” was the only sound Femi could muster.

“Please, it will only take a few minutes, and then I’ll be gone. My friend Oge told me I had an appointment at 4:00, but the traffic has been a terrible.” Ngozi lied, placing her hands together in a pleading gesture.

“Oge? Oh you must be part of the Isaiah’s wedding party?” Femi managed to clear his head long enough to grasp why he was talking to this incredibly sexy lady.

“Yes! Yes that’s right! Look I know you’re closing but honestly it will only take a minute.” She pleaded once more.

“Of course, come in, please.” How could any man turn down spending time in the company of a woman like this? Femi thought to himself, as he unlocked the door and welcomed her in.

“Thank you! You’re my hero!” Ngozi beamed at him. Femi turned bright red at being addressed this way.

“Not at all” he stammered. “You don’t mind if I lock the door behind you, do you? I wouldn’t want any more customers to come in thinking we are still open.”

“That’s absolutely fine!” exclaimed Ngozi as she walked past Femi into the shop for the first time. Femi couldn’t resist looking down as she passed him, she truly was the epitome of perfection. Her bouncy buttocks, jiggling temptingly under her skirt, as she walked. He was amazed at how long and slender her legs were.

He brushed his hand against his crotch feeling the steadily growing bulge, and giving it a soft squeeze. The lock clicked shut and he turned the sign around.