The Wedding Dress

by Tarakin

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, Heterosexual, First, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: A bride needs help with her wedding dress

'So I was to be the best man. Great.'

George Mason was still confused about all of that. Sure he had known the groom, Brett, for years; they sat next to each other in school. But since those days they hadn't been in contact. Darn, school was a lifetime ago.

George had run into Brett by chance two days ago; they had some drinks at a bar, and George ended up agreeing to act as Brett's best man at his wedding. Brett had explained that his original best man was sick or something. Two days later here he was, in the hotel. It seemed that Brett had hired the whole floor for it!

George sighed. He was always too agreeable when something like this happened. In school it had been the same thing. He did all the homework; Brett talked him into sharing, promising to repay him some other day. That day hadn't come yet, of course. George sighed again. Brett had racked up years' worth of favors that George knew he would never pay back, but of course he had agreed despite that. It was so many years ago and surely Brett had changed since then. "Nice that you are finally settling down, Brett," he had said. "Tell me about your fiancé."

The answer dispelled any illusion George had about change in Brett. "Her parents are rich; she's presentable, 24 years old and a virgin."

George had been sobered by this. "Still in that virgin thing, Brett?" he had sighed. It was Brett's obsession somehow, like a total-control-fetish. George had never truly understood. For a long moment their discussion had died. Just to bridge the silence, George had asked if there was a religious reason for her virginity maybe. The answer was the last nail in the coffin of George's hope.

"Who cares?" Brett had answered. "I don't even know her religion. Anyhow, what's the important thing is what I'm going to do with the money she brings with her. With it I can finally buy that sports car I've always wanted." George should have backed out then and there. But he had given his word already...

Outside of his room George heard noises, bringing him back to the present. A woman was calling for someone, but seemed not to get an answer. George shrugged, not knowing who that could have been. He knew none of the other guests Brett had mentioned, and the bride's family came from another town, even another state. Small chance he would know them! But it was not surprising that Brett hadn't invited any of their classmates from school; they would probably have shot him. George laughed at that thought, but it was a bitter laugh. He should have shot Brett himself. Best man! Ridiculous...

The woman outside shouted again, a bit anxious now. George was tempted to open the door and ask her what the problem might be, but he was half undressed and there wasn't much time before he had to leave for the church. Most of the others had to be on their way already, he guessed. And he was still in his underwear. Sighing yet again he searched for his trousers. His subconscious was reacting to his reluctance for this job. But he knew duty, and so he tried to speed up. He expected others to pay their debt, and he paid them every time himself. Even if talked into it while being drunk. He heaved another sigh.

And then he heard a knock on his door.

The knock had been a shy one, almost silent, and deep in his thought George had nearly missed it. He couldn't miss the voice, though. Female, and a bit frightened. "Is someone in?"

George was astonished. "Yes. Yes, just a moment." Room service? He opened the door a crack, but couldn't see anyone out in the hall. "Yes?" he asked, half expecting his mind to have played a trick on him. "Uh, hello..." he heard the woman from outside his line of sight. "Would you mind letting me in?" The voice was sweet and shy. But her shyness and her words didn't really match...

"Would love to, but I'm in my underwear, sorry." George answered, still seeing no one.

"Oh." was the quiet answer.

"May I help you?" George asked the floor. "May I see you?" he added.

There was silence from the hallway. "I'm not sure ... who are you?" the unseen but definitely female voice asked. George was getting more confused by the moment.

"I'm George Mason, and I'm late for a wedding. I'm the best man in fact. I have to get myself dressed and little time left for that. So would you please make up your mind?" He was getting angry by that charade already. But her next words let those feelings evaporate immediately.

"I'm Veronica Mill, and also bound for the wedding." And with an even smaller voice she added, "I'm the bride. And I'm also undressed."

George was at a loss of words now. He opened the door fully, momentarily not remembering his lack of clothes ... or hers. But he still could see no one at first. Then he realized that Veronica was still behind the door which opened into the hallway! Finally, he saw her peeking around the wood. She had shoulder length blond hair and was a bit older than he had expected by her voice. Twenty-four years old, he remembered Brett telling him. But Brett had also mentioned 'presentable' to him, and that wasn't fitting at all. She was a beauty, or actually the small part he saw was beautiful. Her eyes were a deep blue, like the Caribbean Sea in the spring, and her face was flushed in embarrassment. She was eying him from head to toe now, blushing even more deeply. George frowned, but then remembered his lack of clothing. He blushed himself now, trying to cover as much as possible of himself with his hands. Veronica blushed even deeper and pointedly avoided looking at anything lower than his face.

"Why are you undressed? And at my door?" George managed to ask after clearing his throat twice.

"I..." she started to answer, but then both of them heard a noise from farther down the hall where the elevator was located. Veronica squeaked and circled the door before even looking in that direction. Suddenly, she was in George's room and had slammed the door behind her. Then she put her ear on the door, listening.

Now it was George's turn to look at her from head to toe. She was not undressed; in fact she was pretty much covered -- if you call a linen sheet a cover. She was wrapped in one, showing little skin, but perfect curves under very thin fabric. She wasn't flat chested, this one, and she had bare feet, George noticed. Cute little feet, matching her size of just above five feet. She was about a head shorter than himself.

A harrumph took George out of his reverie and he saw that she had seen him looking her up and down. Now it was his turn to blush deeper, but Veronica was blushed also yet again. For a moment there was an awkward silence. Then George cleared his throat and asked: "How can I be of help to you?"

Veronica seemed to be at a loss of words suddenly. After a stretched silence she whispered something that was too muffled for George to understand.

"What? Sorry, I didn't understand..."

"I asked you if you'd be so kind to help me to..." she hesitated again, "remove my bra?"

"What?" George wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. But before he could ask her to repeat herself, the words started to rush out of Veronica.

"My bra won't unhook, it somehow caught. And on top of this, there's a bit of metal poking on the inside now. If I try to get out of it unopened, I'll get a scratch on my back and my wedding dress doesn't cover my back, or at least not much of it, so help me please get that damned thing off so I can get dressed finally!"

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...

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