Elaine stood in front of the mirror.
Her hair, in the form of a short bob, was curled and combed.
She had applied eye shadows on her eyelids delicately; her eyebrows had a hint of soft colour and her eyelashes a darker mascara that made her lashes look lush and longer.
Her lips were coated with lipstick that highlighted her face.
Elaine looked into the mirror at her reflection, looking at her naked breasts; her 36DD breasts were firm and really did not need any support. Her pink nipples stood out from her breasts, stiff and hard.
Elaine ran her hands under her breasts, lifting them slightly, just enough to enhance her cleavage. Her fingers traced patterns around her nipple before she started to squeeze each nipple bringing new sensations to her body.
Her ache grew.
She had to stop.
Her hands moved down over her delightful tummy, caressing it as David had done many times, her hands moving in a circular motion before moving up and down. Each downward movement became longer and longer until her hands were brushing against her pubic hair.
Soon her fingers were on her mound, feeling the hair that grew there; should she have removed it? She thought. Trimmed it to a short stubble, had it cut so that a small strip stretched upwards from her clit to her tummy, had it completely removed so that her pussy lips were prominent. David had always wanted a lock of Elaine’s pubic hair. Now there was no time.
Elaine’s fingers were now on her clit, her fingers alternating between rubbing on her clit and spreading her pussy lips and fingering herself.
The feeling was growing inside her; she was feeling weak at the knees. She needed to sit down, to lie down.
Elaine’s hands were soon caressing her pussy lips, feeling the wetness between her thighs.
She must stop, she thought. Time was flying
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Elaine pulled up her panties over her knees and up her thigh leaving them snug to a line just below her waist.
She could see the dark outline of her pubic hair against the translucent fabric. Little tuffs of hair escaped from the side of her thong. Should she leave them on? She slid them down to her knees. Then she pulled them up, pushed them down.
In the end, she decided to keep them on. The wisps of pubic hair, her dark hair, could only stimulate her man. Wasn’t he always running his fingers through her hair into her pussy. And anyway, she was enjoying the feel of the thin fabric pulled between her bottom’s cheeks. It caused a feeling that was beginning to start in her puckered rosebud.
Next, it was her suspender belt, a tiny wispy garment that she fastened around her waist. She then quickly fastened her stockings to the belt and stood back to look into the mirror. Sexy or what?
If anyone had been behind her then they would have seen the beautiful roundness of her bottom, the way that her bottom was split like a peach and the pale pinkness of her pussy lips. Any man standing behind her would have taken out his dick and pushed it deep inside of Elaine, filling her, pushing in, pulling out of her until she had been filled with cum.
Elaine looked at her breasts. They had always brought admiring glances from the men she knew, but not many had seen what was under her blouse or jumper. Those who had looked on in wonderment as Elaine had revealed her beautiful orbs. Hands had caressed her breasts, fingers teasing her and mouths sucking at her pink nipples. The thought sent a tingle through Elaine’s body.
Elaine took her bra from the drawer, captured her tits in its cups and fastened it, restricting their natural movement. It didn’t look at all right.
Elaine bent over to look into another drawer, and her thong slipped deeper between her bottom cheeks.
Elaine was enjoying the sensation.
Having removed her bra, Elaine’s breasts were free to be seen.
Elaine looked into the mirror –yes, they were firm. She was now daydreaming of hands all over her tits. Her hands flew to her breasts, and she squeezed them tenderly.
Elaine continued to look in the drawer and found what she was looking for. This would give her a little support but would allow her breasts to be free and have a natural movement. Her nipples hardened at the thought.
Next came Elaine’s shoes –white strappy shoes that captured her foot but still allowed her feet to be seen– high heels to stretch her calves and give the illusion of longer legs
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Now for her dress. They had spent a long time choosing the dress; it was everything Elaine wanted, as was the day.
She stepped into it and slowly pulled it up over her thighs, her bottom, and her breasts.
Her hands reached behind her to zip up the dress; her breasts were pushed against the fabric, causing her nipples to harden once more. The feeling between Elaine’s thighs intensified. She had to, just had to.
Elaine lifted her skirts and petticoats and put her hands inside of her panties — she was soaked. Her fingers danced over her clit, making her wetter. She hoped that her thong wasn’t too wet.
Elaine couldn’t help it now; her finger was inside of her pussy lips, pushing in and out of her beautiful cunt, and her bottom was moving backwards and forwards in unison with her fingers.
Elaine recollected her first date with David, their first kiss the first time she had shown him her breasts, the first time she had exposed her nipples, his first suck. The first time she had shown him her panties, the first time she had shown him her cunt, the first time she had been fingered. Her first love
It had all gone wrong when David had found her exposing her breasts and nipples to his best friend Martin. She had stood there with Martins dick in her hand wanking him off. She couldn’t even stop when she was seen by David. He had shouted. Elaine had cried that she wouldn’t have let Martin fuck her and had peed her pants in fear of losing David — she had
Their love and friendships had been broken that day
Now after many years there was a second chance
Elaine moaned as the climax built up inside her. She quickly grabbed a handkerchief from the bed and held it against her pussy lips as a climax overcame her. Her knees felt weak.
The handkerchief was soaked as she wiped away her cum juices.
Elaine’s breathing returned to normal as she let the petticoats and dress fall back into position.
Elaine smoothed down the dress, it was long, and the full skirt was made of silk organza, nipped in at the waist. The bodice clung to her body.
The faint outline of her nipples could be seen through her dress, but it was such a subtle outline that she doubted anyone would notice.
Elaine put on her necklace and bracelet, and now she was ready.
She walked down the stairs.
Elaine walked down the stairs. And in her head ran Madonna’s song — “Like a virgin.” She wasn’t quite, but in her virginal white, she felt like it.
She walked into the lounge where Barry her long-time friend, confidante, gardener, plumber, electrician and married admirer, was sitting, waiting to take her to her destiny at the local church.
As she walked into the room, a lump appeared in his throat and a tear in his eye — a lump because he had never seen Elaine look so beautiful and a tear because now he knew what he was and would be missing.
Barry stood up, a perfect gentleman, firstly as a salute to Elaine’s beauty but secondly, so he could get a better look at Elaine’s cleavage. Elaine knew that Barry harboured feelings for her, and now it was too late; in a few short hours, she would be making a pledge before a congregation.
Elaine bent over to adjust her shoe, knowing full well that the weight of her breasts and her dress material would allow a better view of her breasts and maybe –the devil was in Elaine now — and maybe, her nipples may be revealed to Barry’s gaze.
As Elaine bent over, she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in Barry’s trousers. Elaine wondered, and the heat between Elaine’s thighs started again.
In a few hours, she would promise to honour but now, but now… now, she reached out and touched Barry’s bulge, a moan escaped his lips. He had seen deep into her cleavage and the hardness of her nipples through her dress. And now she was touching him — more than that, she was unzipping his trousers.
Elaine worked the zip down, and her hand disappeared inside Barry’s trousers and reappeared with her hand full of a hard, long dick. Elaine looked at it. It was bigger than the nine-inch dildo David had serviced her with when she could not be satisfied.
Elaine’s hand moved up and down the shaft slowly. She could not take her eyes from it as she moved backwards and forwards with her hands. Spots of pre-cum appeared on the end of Barry’s engorged dick. Barry was in heaven –his dick was being played with by the woman he had wanted for so long.
Elaine thought for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Elaine sunk to her knees and guided Barrie’s dick into her mouth, and began to suck. He was big and filled her mouth; his balls were banging on her chin as he pushed into her mouth and withdrew. Elaine was enjoying the sensation, and her hands instinctively found their way under her petticoats and inside her panties. The coolness of her fingers went someway to cooling the fire in between her legs. She felt Barry harden in her mouth, ready to cum.
Elaine stood up and lifted her skirts as high as she could get them. Barry could see her panties now and the outline of her pussy lips against the translucent fabric. Barry gradually pushed the panties to one side revealing Elaine’s gorgeous cunt lips.
Barry rubbed the head of his dick against Elaine’s pussylips, feeling them get wetter and wetter.
He placed his dick at the entrance to her cunt and slid in half an inch, spreading her lips wide. Elaine backed away, only to move back again to feel his prick at the entrance to her waiting, wanting cunt.
His dick was at the entrance to her cunt again, inside her now by half an inch when a spasm that had been building from the depth of his balls boiled over and sent streams of cum in the direction of Elaine’s open cunt.
Elaine could do nothing about it as she was gripped by a climax that seemed to last for hours. She moaned loud while he grunted and controlled his own scream as he came just at the entrance of her pussy. They were in that same position for a few moments, taking in what had just happened.
Then as if waking from a trance, Elaine grabbed for some tissues from a side table and proceeded to clean herself up, taking particular care to dab away any fluids from between her legs and open cunt.
When she was sure she was fairly dry, Elaine adjusted her panties and smoothed down her dress. As her breathing returned to normal, she applied more lipstick, and she was ready.
Barry was standing there exhausted but happy. He had almost made love to Elaine– He stood there with his flaccid penis, waiting for his breath to return to normal.
Barry redressed himself. No words had been spoken.
Barry opened the lounge door and led Elaine outside to the waiting car. All of Elaine’s neighbours that were not already at the church were outside, creating a sort of guard of honour from the gate to the car.
As Elaine appeared all of the men were silent –drinking in her beauty. All of the women started a whisper; they knew what their husbands were thinking.
to be continued