ONE
"Holy shit, Lauren," my chief bridesmaid, Amanda, sputtered. "Sorry, that was really inappropriate." She looked up at the assistant who started to giggle. "You just look so mind - blowingly beautiful."
The owner of the bridal shop smiled at me knowingly, having probably seen the same reaction so many times in the past. "She's absolutely correct. You look gorgeous, Miss Wade."
I walked over to the wall of mirrors on the far side of the shop and barely recognised the woman looking back at me. Just over a year ago I had been living in a crappy apartment, desperately trying to make my way in the relentlessly brutal world within a world that is New York. As much as I loved the city, every last cent I had was gone before payday every month. My father, slowly recovering from cancer, was all I had. Then, one fateful day, my temp agency sent me to work for Jason King. Little did I know that the job I dreaded so much would alter my life forever.
To say I had changed beyond recognition was an understatement. That stressed - out girl with her hair tied back, rushing to work each and every day and praying that I wouldn't be fired by some overzealous boss, had gone. Now, I stood in a vintage Hollywood - inspired silk and satin designer wedding gown, the soft fabric drape d beautifully over my slim body. It was Italian, designed by Angelina Rousseau, and would cost almost as much as I used to make in six months. I wore a sexy pair of Manolo Blahnik ivory high heels that, aside from sending my body five inches skyward, resulted in a confident posture that not only made me feel unbelievably glamorous, but made me look it. I threw my shoulders back and walked slowly towards the woman in the mirror, a smile creeping over my face as I realised it was me. I wasn't dreaming, after all.
"Work it, baby," Amanda laughed. "Let's see those angles."
I looked back at her and giggled. "Stop it, you ," I smiled. "You're embarrassing me."
"Bullshit," she replied. "You're sexy and you know it. Look at how you 're posing in that mirror. You've so been reading Cosmo Bride."
She was right, of course. I wasn't born to be a model and I would take any tips I could get .
"If you're happy, Miss Wade, we'll send the dress upstairs today for final adjustments."
I turned back to the owner of the boutique. "More than happy. It's stunning."
I headed back towards the changing rooms, ready to slip out of the dress and give it back to them. As I carefully remove d it , I looked at myself in the full-length mirror opposite. My bridal lingerie, which I would take away today, looked almost impossibly erotic on my toned and slightly tanned body. My strapless bra pushed my breasts together, the matching white panties – barely there and slashed high, with a revealing thong back – revealed a shade of pubic hair beneath the lace , an alluring combination that I was certain would bring Jason to his knees on our wedding night.
White l ace - top stockings clung to my long legs, leading down to those delicious heels, the peeptoe and slingback details revealing just enough of the curve of my foot to send him crazy. He would desperately want me to fuck me in them, have them raise my ass up towards him as he took me from behind. He would want to feel them slide up his thighs as he slipped inside me.
I felt my pulse quicken and a rush of juices soaked my panties. Dammit , I thought. I still have to hand these back to the assistant…
It was too late. They were already soiled and my nipples have gone unbearably erect inside my bra. I slipped my hand down between my legs and massaged the sodden fabric. I closed my eyes, peeled back the bra a nd pinched gently at my nipple. I gasped slightly as I imagined Jason's tongue flicking at its e rect peak, his teeth gently biting down on the swollen areola. Involuntarily, I had moved my hand into my soaked panties and my fingers slipped effortlessly between my slick folds . I teased my clit with my fingertips, its sensitivity
"Holy shit, Lauren," my chief bridesmaid, Amanda, sputtered. "Sorry, that was really inappropriate." She looked up at the assistant who started to giggle. "You just look so mind - blowingly beautiful."
The owner of the bridal shop smiled at me knowingly, having probably seen the same reaction so many times in the past. "She's absolutely correct. You look gorgeous, Miss Wade."
I walked over to the wall of mirrors on the far side of the shop and barely recognised the woman looking back at me. Just over a year ago I had been living in a crappy apartment, desperately trying to make my way in the relentlessly brutal world within a world that is New York. As much as I loved the city, every last cent I had was gone before payday every month. My father, slowly recovering from cancer, was all I had. Then, one fateful day, my temp agency sent me to work for Jason King. Little did I know that the job I dreaded so much would alter my life forever.
To say I had changed beyond recognition was an understatement. That stressed - out girl with her hair tied back, rushing to work each and every day and praying that I wouldn't be fired by some overzealous boss, had gone. Now, I stood in a vintage Hollywood - inspired silk and satin designer wedding gown, the soft fabric drape d beautifully over my slim body. It was Italian, designed by Angelina Rousseau, and would cost almost as much as I used to make in six months. I wore a sexy pair of Manolo Blahnik ivory high heels that, aside from sending my body five inches skyward, resulted in a confident posture that not only made me feel unbelievably glamorous, but made me look it. I threw my shoulders back and walked slowly towards the woman in the mirror, a smile creeping over my face as I realised it was me. I wasn't dreaming, after all.
"Work it, baby," Amanda laughed. "Let's see those angles."
I looked back at her and giggled. "Stop it, you ," I smiled. "You're embarrassing me."
"Bullshit," she replied. "You're sexy and you know it. Look at how you 're posing in that mirror. You've so been reading Cosmo Bride."
She was right, of course. I wasn't born to be a model and I would take any tips I could get .
"If you're happy, Miss Wade, we'll send the dress upstairs today for final adjustments."
I turned back to the owner of the boutique. "More than happy. It's stunning."
I headed back towards the changing rooms, ready to slip out of the dress and give it back to them. As I carefully remove d it , I looked at myself in the full-length mirror opposite. My bridal lingerie, which I would take away today, looked almost impossibly erotic on my toned and slightly tanned body. My strapless bra pushed my breasts together, the matching white panties – barely there and slashed high, with a revealing thong back – revealed a shade of pubic hair beneath the lace , an alluring combination that I was certain would bring Jason to his knees on our wedding night.
White l ace - top stockings clung to my long legs, leading down to those delicious heels, the peeptoe and slingback details revealing just enough of the curve of my foot to send him crazy. He would desperately want me to fuck me in them, have them raise my ass up towards him as he took me from behind. He would want to feel them slide up his thighs as he slipped inside me.
I felt my pulse quicken and a rush of juices soaked my panties. Dammit , I thought. I still have to hand these back to the assistant…
It was too late. They were already soiled and my nipples have gone unbearably erect inside my bra. I slipped my hand down between my legs and massaged the sodden fabric. I closed my eyes, peeled back the bra a nd pinched gently at my nipple. I gasped slightly as I imagined Jason's tongue flicking at its e rect peak, his teeth gently biting down on the swollen areola. Involuntarily, I had moved my hand into my soaked panties and my fingers slipped effortlessly between my slick folds . I teased my clit with my fingertips, its sensitivity
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