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The Wedding Dress, Part 2
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The Wedding Dress, Part 2 The second of three parts of my tale: The Wedding Dress. Comments are welcome, please tell me what you are thinking! George wasn't sure how much pauses she had made in her rush of words or if she had breathed at all, but he had followed everything open mouthed. "You are wearing a bra under that sheet?" he asked dumbfounded, staring at her breasts. Oh, now he noticed the fine outlines. She had one with transparent straps, he realized. Looking upwards in understanding he saw Veronica's eyes blazing. "Oh, sorry..." he said in embarrassment. "Of course I'll help you. But if you can't push your bra up, maybe you can pull it down? And climb out of it?" Her look told him what she thought about that idea. She had definite curves and the broken hook would still leave a trail. Even if she was able to pull it down she also had a curvy ass so there would be problems there as well. At least he hadn't stared at Veronica's ass while figuring this one out. "Will you please just unhook my bra? Please? If you'd be so kind?" George nodded and finally stepped behind Veronica, who then lowered her sheet. She did indeed have a bra under it, a white lacy one that covered a very nice C-cup, leaving the nipples partly visible. George got a good view over her shoulder before Veronica covered her bra with her hand, holding the sheet with her other one. He quickly concentrated on his task at her back again. The metal hooks were a mess. "Did you hit them with a hammer?" he asked in astonishment, not really expecting an answer. "And, by the way, why are you alone with the problem? Isn't it the usual thing that the bride has lots of female relatives crawling around her helping her with everything? Where are all of them?" "I got nervous when it didn't open at once," Veronica confessed in a small voice, "and tried to rip it open. My sister scolded me for that, and we got into a quarrel. Me versus all of my family. The usual thing. They think Brett isn't good enough for me, that he drinks and whor ... does stuff. So I threw them out." 'They were probably right', George thought. 'But I shouldn't say that right now... ' In the following silence only the scraping metal and the grinding of George's teeth were heard. Then Veronica spoke again. "You did not contradict my family's remarks. Aren't you Brett's friend?" Her voice was toneless. "He's not my friend, far from that." George responded barely audibly. He didn't want to betray Brett, but he didn't want to lie to Veronica either. Reluctantly he continued, "I don't know why he chose me for his best man. He did it just the day before yesterday. It was coincidence. Nothing planned." "But you knew him before that, didn't you?" Veronica asked. "Oh, certainly," George answered, a bit too fast and too bitter. Then he added, "We were in school together. I shared my homework with him for years, but he..." George left that one unfinished. Why did he always remember this old story first when thinking about Brett? And this was not the place for that at all! But it was too late, Veronica seemed to understand again. Her white shoulders sagged down in defeat. Before the moment got any more embarrassing, the hook finally gave way. All of a sudden the bra came lose. Veronica's back was unharmed, George noticed at once and smiled. His finger was bleeding a bit, but he hid that. The torn metal really had been sharp. "Thanks, George!" Veronica said enthusiastically and turned toward him, her blond hair flying. Starry-eyed, with just a sheet round her hips, her open bra barely covering her curvaceous breasts and her hand not doing much to support it, she was the most erotic sight George had witnessed in years, if ever. He gulped again. Veronica raised an eyebrow for a fraction of a moment then composed herself again. "Thank you." she repeated herself, this time more soberly. George just nodded. Veronica hesitated again. "George..." she finally said, insecure again. "George, ehmm, with my family gone ... I may need help with my wedding dress also ... it's ... ehm..." George could imagine that it was difficult to put on a wedding dress alone. He nodded again, still unable to form words, and Veronica smiled, relieved. "Come with me!" she ordered, spontaneously taking his hand in hers. The hand that had secured the sheet, George noticed immediately. It fell down to the floor, and Veronica stood there in beautiful white, lacy panties that matched her bra. George and Veronica both went red again. Veronica had released his hand and was already bending down when she stopped herself. "It has to go anyhow," she mumbled and let it lay on the floor. She walked to the door instead and did something there, but George just couldn't avert his eyes from her shapely, now barely covered, ass and missed what she did. Veronica had to grab his hand again and pull him with her before he was able to avert his eyes. George still felt like he was in a dream when he followed the half nude beauty down the deserted floor, while he was clad only in underwear. Veronica's bra was loosely dangling, giving more hints of her shapely breasts with every step she took. Sadly her room was just three doors away. She let his hand drop and put her own casually inside her panties. George went beet red, and Veronica looked without comprehension at him. Then she laughed like silver bells and presented her key. "Where did you think I had this?" she asked, still laughing. Her eyes were sparkling like a fountain in the summer sun. "Or did you think I left my room open?" She grinned impishly now. "I have your key also, before you wonder. But this one was always in my hand, nowhere else!" She showed him her other hand and the key that dangled there, then flipped it to him. George had to grin himself now while Veronica unlocked the door. They both hurried into her room, and she shut the door. George wondered briefly if he should put his key in the same place Veronica had placed hers, but then thought better of it and laid it on a nearby table. Now he was able to fully comprehend the chaos that was necessary to turn a girl into a bride. The room was a total mess of clothing, flowers, hair gear and whatnot, some of those things George had never seen before. What was all that stuff used for? He was still lost when Veronica coughed quietly to get his attention. She had her wedding dress in her hands and showed it to him. God, it was so beautiful! Veronica saw his reaction and smiled, then turned the dress around for him to admire the back of it. It was really deep cut. No, she couldn't wear her bra in this one, he thought. Her bra that was still rather loosely dangling before her breasts... George hastily averted his eyes from Veronica's curves, back up to her eyes and smiled reassuringly to her. Had she noticed? She gave no sign, so he walked to her and took the dress out of her hands. "You'll look so wonderful in it." he said, smiling. "A beautiful girl in a beautiful wedding dress!" Veronica blushed again and hit George playfully. "Stop talking rubbish and help me." she ordered, but with warmth in her voice. "Open it up, yes, that's it. Okay." She climbed inside the fabric and, standing behind her, George helped her, sliding it upwards carefully. Thereby allowing his hands to glide along the smooth skin of her legs, inch by inch, touching her lower legs, her knees, her thighs ... What was that? Had she sighed? Had she ... He looked upwards, and saw Veronica bent forward, her eyes closed. Her bra, still open, dangling, had finally revealed her breasts, so full and lovely, with their hardened pink nipples. They were so ... hard? Hard?? George unconsciously let the dress go and it fell back to the floor. As if awakened from a dream Veronica opened her eyes then straightened in a hurry, so that her bra hid her breasts again, to George's disappointment. Veronica was blushing deeply, and George did likewise, lowering his eyes, looking at her legs again. "I'm sorry, I..." both said at the same time then both stopped. He could see Veronica search her mind for words, but George whispered his thoughts unconsciously. "Your legs are so smooth..." He barely breathed, then touched them lightly, like a butterfly landing. He caressed her leg gently, dreamlike. Veronica wasn't moving at all, wasn't talking, was barely breathing. His hands went upwards, not helping her with her dress, but touching her, feeling her this time. He trailed her knees with his fingers, then her thighs. His fingers reached her panties and trailed over them, barely touching her ass, lingering at her waistband for a moment. Veronica shuddered involuntary, but didn't protest. George's fingers hesitated for another moment, then continued upwards, following her spine, then reaching her shoulder blades. He was standing behind Veronica now, who had her eyes closed again. George used both hands now, letting them trail outwards, gently pushing the transparent strings of her opened bra along the way. Finally they gave way, and the bra left Veronica's shoulders and fell rapidly down to the floor. Veronica sighed, but didn't react in any other way. George, looking over her shoulders, could see her breasts clearly now, and not but for a moment. They were intoxicating, curvy, soft, yet firm... One part is still to come. I hope you enjoy the tale of Veronica and George. Comments and helpful hints are welcome! |
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