I was feeling too old to be a bridesmaid; it’s a job for young virgins
really, not for a horny 23 yr. old. I was stuck with 2 other girls – both
just kids and not the company I wanted. Our dresses were pink and
uncomfortable. At some point I’d insisted on having mine as an off the
shoulder number and now found myself in a tight figure hugging dress on a
hot day – and I would need help in getting it off as the zip was impossibly
tight. To make things worse I’d not seen one unattached man in the wedding
party at the church. We were now at the reception and about to sit down for
the meal. I needed a pee desperately. I grabbed hold of Sandra’s mum’s hand
and whispered about my pressing need in her ear. She came with me to the
hotel bathrooms and helped me, with a bit of struggle, out of my dress. Not
really the audience I had intended for my new and very expensive underwear.
I had a corset style bra on, white lace, with a clip at the front between
the cups and beneath a silk ribbon tided bodice. I had white stockings on,
held up by a silk suspender belt and a white lace and silk thong with a
small heart shaped peep hole where by dark pubes bushed out. ‘My, my’ she
said, ‘you are dressed to kill’ – I slipped into a cubical and had a pee
saying ‘ Yes but there’s no one here today to show it all too’
Two minutes later I was squeezing my way back into the dress and then we
were back in the hotel dinning room. The meal was about to start and
everyone at my table was already seated. I was with the two other
bridesmaids and some aunts and uncles. The only single man was Sandra’s (the
bride) 17 year old nephew. Not good. Well at least he may get a fumble of
the 16 year old bridesmaid breasts if he pays his cards right I mused. As
for me, there was nothing for it but to drink the wine which I set about
doing with enthusiasm.
By the end of the meal I was quite drunk. I’d struck up a good conversation
with Sandra’s nephew – James – and amused myself by dragging his attention
away every time the slightly plump bridesmaid tried to engage him in flirty
conversation. No one could out flirt me I thought.
By the end of the speeches I was desperate for another pee – something I’d
whispered to James about several times. As we got up from the table I could
see the plump girl building her strength up to ask James for a dance. I
should have helped her with a bit a match making but was feeling very
mischievous. I stopped her by saying – ‘James has just got to help me with a
little task and then we’ll be back’ and as a slight appeasement to my
looming guilt I added ‘ and then why don’t you two have a dance’
I took a slightly surprised James by the hand, as we left the room I smiled
at him and explained ‘ I just need you to unzip the back of my dress, it
won’t take a second, you don’t mind do you?’ he shook his head, I knew he
thought something was up, especially as I weakly explained I need to use the
loo in my bedroom as it wouldn’t be right to take a boy into the ladies
toilets in the hotel lobby.
We got to my room and I turned my back to James asking him to unzip the
dress. It was a cheap stiff zip and not easy to move, but James’s trembling
hands where making a particularly clumsy job of it! Three quarters down he
got it well and truly stuck, ‘Don’t worry I said, ‘ just help me wiggle
out – kneel down and pull it from the hem please’ As he knelt behind me I
eased it down and stepped out of the crumpled dress turning towards him
saying ‘Phew! Thanks I thought I was stuck in that dress for ever’
He looked up at me and I could see the raw sexual amazement in his stare.
There was a very distinct bump in his trousers…………
