You Saw Me

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Gayle, Ana and Sarah were flying down the weekend before the wedding to do my bachelorette party. Their partners would arrive a few days later in time for the wedding. Sarah was still single, but she had arranged to go with Lloyd to the wedding, which we were very interested in hearing more about.

Gayle and Jeff had been working together on our bachelor/bachelorette parties. They had arranged that we would spend the day seperately, doing each our thing, but in the end we would all meet up for dinner and drinks at a restaurant that Jeff rented for the night. They didn't tell us that, so I was a little nervous not knowing where Henry would be, and when I would see him again. He comforted me and said that he would be back in bed with me for the night, I shouldn't worry. 

I was picked up in a limousine and whisked away for a day at the spa. Gayle, Glenne, Gemma, Sarah and Ana were with me and we were pampered with massages, mani/pedis and face masks. It was the perfect relaxation that I needed, and soon I wasn't thinking about what Henry was up to. I knew he would take care of himself and his friends were grown, mature men, who wouldn't throw him out of an airplane or take him diving with sharks. 

We had lunch, followed by cake and drinks - virgin for me, of course. When we were all spa'ed out, a crew came to do our hair and makeup and they brought a rack with outfits for us to wear. It was pure pampering and I loved it. I found a blue dress on the rack, which suited me really well and it was loose enough to cover the bump. 

"All glammed up and nowhere to go", Sarah said as she clinked glasses with Gemma. Gayle cleared her throat and wagged her finger at Sarah. 

"That's not quite true", she started. "We're actually going to dinner in a short while. We'll be dining with a fine group of men...", she wiggled her eyebrows, making the others hoot. 

"Strippers!" Sarah and Ana exclaimed, laughing. I looked shocked at Gayle, hoping that she hadn't arranged something like that. I hadn't asked her not to, but I assumed she wouldn't. 

Gayle laughed at my shocked expression. "No Ellie, there won't be strippers", she laughed. "Just be patient okay, you'll see soon enough". 

We were picked up by the limousine again and went into the city. I was a little nervous about where we were going, but I trusted Gayle and knew she wouldn't do something I was uncomfortable with. We arrived at the restaurant, and as we entered, I saw Henry and his party already there. I was overcome with relief when I saw his smile, as he came towards me, arms open. I hurried into his arms and everyone aw'ed. 

"You're so beautiful", he whispered, holding me out at an arms length so he could see me. "Have you enjoyed yourself?" He looked amazing, wearing a suit and shirt. His shirt was open, showing his butterfly tattoo. His hair was freshly cut, but still had the length where his curls would find their wild way. He was slightly tanned, and had probably been outside most of the day. 

I nodded. "It's been a wonderful day. How about you?" He nodded and bent down and kissed me. 

"I've been golfing and then we went to get facials and haircuts, like a bunch of brutish, LA gentlemen", he chuckled. I laughed and cupped his cheek, stroking his beautiful dimples. "What?" he said, as I sighed. 

"I hope she gets your dimples", I whispered. He smiled shyly and kissed me, knowing we couldn't speak too much about it here and now. There were members of his group, who didn't know about the pregnancy. "And your eyes", I added and winked at him. He blushed a little and pulled me close. 

"I love you, Ellie", he said and led me over to our friends. 

***

Dinner was fantastic and everyone was having fun, drinking wine and drinks. There was a DJ playing music and the athmosphere was joyful. Henry had a couple of drinks as well and was in a fun mood. He joked and danced and enjoyed himself. I loved seeing him wild and free like that, just enjoying his friends' company. My friends were having the time of their lives as well, dancing and singing. I took pictures and laughed with them, enjoying myself and actually appreciating being sober. There were so many little things, I wouldn't notice or remember if I had been drunk, and right now I just wanted to remember everything.

Henry came over and took my hand, leading me to the dancefloor. I willingly followed, not sure if I would be able to keep up with him. 

"We haven't even rehearsed our first dance yet", he slurred slightly as he placed his arm around me, pulled me close and took my hand in his other hand. "What is our song going to be?" He asked, looking down on me with a smirk. 

"I think you know", I replied, smiling at him. He nodded. 

"Guess it's kinda special having your first dance to a song you wrote yourself for your wife", he sighed. 

I smiled at him and rested my head on his chest. "It's very special", I said. "I can't wait to be your wife".

He stopped dancing and pulled me along with him, down a hall where the toilets were. He opened the door to the lady's room, checked if there was anyone in the stalls. Then he pulled me into a stall and crashed his lips on mine. "I'm sorry, I just have to..." he whispered between kisses and I wasn't going to stop him. I kissed back, wanting to feel him close to me. His hands were in my hair, on my breasts and then under my dress, caressing my behind. The kisses were deep and his tongue intertwined with mine, making me moan with desire. I let my hands glide down his torso and started opening his belt. He looked at me, his eyes wild and then he smirked, before kissing me again. I opened his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. My hand glided back over his crotch, making him moan in my mouth. He moved his hands under my dress and pulled my panties down to the floor. Then he relieved himself of his boxers, as I hitched my leg up, so my foot was resting on the toilet lid. He entered me and I gasped with pleasure as soon as I felt him inside me. He shushed me, knowing someone could enter the toilet at any moment. I giggled and bit my lip, which made him kiss me hungrily. I coaxed him to sit down on the toilet lid, so I could straddle him. He obliged and let me take control. I rocked against him and just before he came, he slid a finger down between us and made me come with him. It was so hot, I wanted to scream his name, but I bit down on my lip and kissed him in stead. We sat for a little while, waiting to come down from the high. 

When I had arranged my dress and wanted to put my panties on, he snapped them off the floor and put them in his pocket. "Thank you", he said and winked at me. I shook my head at him and remembered to cross my legs when sitting down the rest of the night.