Yet, I was not as excited as I should have been. It was my wedding day. I was a young bride, only 21 years old. My groom to be was my high school sweetheart, Dennis. He was the only man I had ever dated. To be honest, many people had no idea why I was with him. Dennis wasn't a very tall man, coming in at 5' 8". He was a scrawny guy, brown messy hair, brown eyes, and looked boyish.
Nothing was too striking about him. I was anything but plain. At 5' 7", I was a busty girl, my breasts measuring a 36C. I was incredibly skinny, with not an ounce of fat on my body. I worked as a model in my spare time. My long blonde hair fell about mid back, my crystal blue eyes sparkled in any light, and my smile was flawless. If the truth were told, I was with Dennis for two reasons. First, he was an amazing lover. He always paid attention to my needs, making sure I climaxed before he did.
Second, I was scared of being with anyone else. I had been with Dennis so long; I couldn't imagine life without him. It explained my lack of excitement. Another reason could be my sexual frustration. Prior to our engagement, Dennis and I had a consistent sex life. We would go at it pretty regularly. I was never left wanting. However, when I accepted Dennis's proposal, everything shut down.
Dennis wanted us to wait to have sex again so our honeymoon would be that much more enjoyable. It had been a year and a half since he had touched me. I was thankful when my bridesmaids bought me a dildo for my bachelorette gift. They thought it would be a fun gag gift, but I was getting plenty of use out of it. Although it helped relieve some of the tension, it wasn't enough for me. It would be a few more hours until my bridesmaids would arrive to help me get ready. I had some time to kill and I was really aching for release.
I went to my travel bag and pulled out my pink dildo. It was huge in comparison to Dennis. It was eight inches long and easily as wide as my wrist. I removed my robe and situated myself onto my hotel bed. I thought about the times that Dennis and I had sex. I remembered how he drove his cock into me over and over again. I began playing with my clit over my silk panties, as the memories passed through my mind.
I loved the feeling of the material rubbing against my nub. I was starting to get wet when I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who the hell could this be? All my bridesmaids were getting their hair and nails done and the makeup artist wasn't due for a few more hours. I donned my robe and opened the door to see Dennis's best man, Alex. I was puzzled as to why he was there. What are you doing here, Alex?
He said it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Is there anything you need or anything I could help you with? My spiked sex drive had caused me to notice how unbelievably attractive he was for the first time. He was 6' 2" with short brown hair that was spiked in the front. His eyes were an emerald green and he had a gorgeous smile. In college, he played basketball and I could see that he had not let himself go since graduation.
His muscles were well defined under his gray tee shirt, yet he wasn't overly muscular. I just sort of zoned out. Um, I do need help, but I'm not sure if you can help me," I replied. What do you need? She can come in an hour, but she doesn't want to come out if I don't need it. As you can see, none of my bridesmaids are here to help me get into the dress, so I can't let the dress maker know. If I wait for my bridesmaids and it needs to be altered, then I'm out of luck.
So, I need help getting into my dress. I can't wear a bra in this dress. So, my breasts will be exposed while I get it on. He thought for a moment. We're both mature adults. I can help you get into your dress, and we just won't tell Dennis about it. I'm sure he wouldn't be okay with me seeing any part of you naked, but I can't let your big day be ruined by an ill-fitting dress. I had been willing to write the whole dress issue off as a hiccup in my wedding, but Alex was my knight in shining armor at this moment.
He was sweet and I was thankful Dennis was friends with him. Thank you so much, Alex. You are a life-saver," I said, throwing my arms around him. I could feel how strong his muscles were as they were pressed to my body. I began to envision those muscles holding me down as Alex pounded away at my pussy.
The idea made me wet. What was wrong with me? I shook the thought from my head. I was getting married in eight hours and I was daydreaming about sex with my husband's best man.
The man who he had been friends with for years. The man who he trusted more than his own brother. I had to clear my head. Only a few more hours, I told myself. Then Dennis and I would have our sex life back and everything would be fine. I pulled out of the hug and caught a glimpse of a growing bulge in Alex's pants.
I looked away, hoping he didn't notice. I turned my attention to the dress and unzipped the bag. I returned a light chuckle to help put him at ease.
I removed my robe, dropping it to the ground. I stood completely naked, except for my satin thong panties. As I worked to remove the dress from the hanger, I could see Alex's reflection in the small mirror upon the desk. He really was trying not to look, but I could see him taking an occasional glance at my ass. I smiled, wanting to oust him, but thought against it. He was already uncomfortable enough and he was helping me out. I let it slide. I successfully pulled the dress down and unzipped the back, stepping into the circle the fabric created on the floor.
Alex stood behind me, helping to raise the dress up my body. His hands grazed my sides, sending shocks though out my body. My nerves were still on edge from my interrupted personal time and the more he touched me, the worse it became.
When the dress reached my breasts, Alex's hands moved to the front. His hands rubbed against my nipples as he pulled the fabric over them. My nipples became instantly erect at his touch.