The Bridesmaid

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As the evening drew to its natural conclusion, people began to leave, and I was occupied saying my goodbyes to them and making promises to meet up with many in the weeks to come. Pretty soon, the only people left in the ballroom were those staying at the hotel, and I returned to the room. As I walked in, I noticed that Lauren and Emma were still around, my daughter and her new husband had gone up to the honeymoon suite. I walked over to Kim, who was chatting to my mother, as I approached she glanced at me, and I pulled her to one side.

“I thought they would have gone up by now. “I said to her.

She rolled her eyes at me. “So did I! But they are waiting to see who this mystery man is.” She moaned.

I smiled. “Shall we show them?” I whispered.

She giggled. “Okay.”

Kim said goodnight to my mother, whilst I said my goodnights, then I turned and looked at her. “Come on Kim, I’ll walk with you,” I said. I held out my arm, and she took it, and we walked out of the ballroom. As we passed the table where Lauren and Emma sat with their guys, I nodded at them and smiled.

“Goodnight ladies. See you in the morning.” I said.

The look on their faces was priceless. As we rode the elevator up to our floor she giggled. I hadn’t seen her that happy all evening. I slipped my arm around her and held her.

“I’m glad that you are feeling better. You looked quite miserable earlier.” I said.

She nodded and looked up at me. “I was.”

I don’t know what made me do it. But as she looked up at me, I lowered my head and before I knew it, we were kissing. I pulled her to me, my hands around her as I ground my lips against hers. Then, suddenly, the elevator stopped, and it was like a jolt of electricity had shot through us, we parted and stood side-by-side, as the doors opened.

We walked to my room in silence, I opened the door and let her walk in first. As she walked past me I rolled my eyes. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I thought, then I followed her in.

She looked around, the room was one of the largest in the hotel, and her eyes fell onto the sofa.

“Listen, John. I’ll sleep on the sofa. This is your room.” She said.

I walked over to her, she looked nervous. I slid my hands around her waist and turned her to face me. She looked up. I smiled.

“Listen, about that kiss. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

She stared at me. “It’s okay.” She replied.

I sighed. “No, it’s not.”

She frowned. “Why? Wasn’t it any good?” She asked.

I starers at her. “Any good? Of course, it was. It was great. What I mean was, that I shouldn’t have done it.” I said.

She looked at me. “Why not?”

I sighed. “Because you’re one of my daughter’s best friends. I’ve known you since you for years.”

She nodded. “I know. I’ve known you for years too, and for years, I’ve had the biggest crush on you.”

I could feel her pressing her body against me, and I knew that she would be able to feel my erection. I could hardly deny how I felt.

“But?” I started to say. She stopped me. “But, nothing. I’m not a teenager any more, I’m twenty-one, a grown-up some people say. And, I still have a crush on you.” She sighed.

She had her head tilted back and looked up at me, I stared into her eyes, which were a rich, and bright, brown. I brushed away a few strands of her brunette hair that had strayed onto her face. She smiled at me, and as her lips parted, I leaned in and kissed her again. This time it was gentle, and I pulled her against me. She let out a soft moan and I felt her hands hold onto my arms as we stood in the middle of the room and kissed.

When we broke, her head remained tilted up, her eyes closed, and her lips parted. She breathed deeply, and I could feel my cock throbbing inside my trousers. I brushed my fingers across her cheek.

“Well, that was as nice as the first one,” I whispered.

She grinned and leaned her head against my chest.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many times. I can’t believe that I’m here.” She said softly.

I held her and stroked my hands across her back. A kiss was one thing, but could I have sex with her? Is that what she wanted? My head was spinning, as she lifted herself onto her toes and kissed me softly.

“Are we going to have sex?” She whispered.

My heart pounded inside my chest, my cock strained to get out of my pants, I tried to remain calm.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

She didn’t hesitate, she nodded. “Yes.” She said.

I tried to think on my feet. “Are you sure?” I asked again.

She nodded. “Yes, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Oh yes. But, I know that you haven’t done it before. Wouldn’t you want your first time to be with someone that you love, or are in a relationship with?” I asked.

She shrugged. “What I want is for it to be with someone who knows what they are doing, and, who will show me what to do, and, not tell the world after we have done it.” She smiled at me. “That’s you.”

I held her close, my fingers caressed across the back of her dress, I felt the zip running down her back.

“It would have to be our secret,” I whispered.

She grinned. “Of course.”

It was then that I remembered that I didn’t have any condoms. Sex was the last thing on my mind when I packed for the weekend. She smiled at me. “I’m on the pill if you’re okay with that?” She replied.

I nodded. “I am.”

My fingers found her zip, and I paused, I looked her in the eye, and she slowly nodded. I kissed her again, and as I did, I began to slide the zip down the dress. I pushed my tongue past her lips and she pushed back, and we began a little dance inside of her mouth. With her zip down, I slid my hand inside the back of her dress, and my fingers gently stroked across her soft, warm skin. She moaned and ground her body against mine, and my hard cock pressed into her belly.

We broke our kiss, I stepped back and slowly slide the shoulders of her dress down her arms, she looked so cute, so sexy, yet so innocent. I gazed at her as I pushed the dress down her arms, I first exposed her bra, a beautiful, white, lace-fronted bra, which held her magnificent breasts. I stared at the dark areolae that I could see through the sheer material, topped by her hard nipples.

I pushed her dress down over her hips, and as I slid it down her thighs, I knelt, and my face was level with her panties, the sheer panel on the front allowed me to see her bald pussy.

I pushed the dress down, and she stepped out of it, and I stood. I stroked my fingers over her hips and pulled her against me.

“God, you are so beautiful. I love your body.” I sighed.

She grinned. “There’s enough of it to love.” She said.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. “Listen. Enough of that. You have a beautiful body, stop putting yourself down all the time.”

She smiled at me. “I can’t help it. I’ve had it all of my life. It’s not helped that my three best friends are all beautiful, with perfect bodies.”

I pulled her against me, and as she leaned her head against my chest, I ran my fingers through her hair. “Well tonight, it’s just you and me,” I whispered. She lifted her head and I leaned down and kissed her again.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked again.

She bit her lip and nodded. “I am. I want to.”

I smiled, stepped back, and looked at her. She looked a little lost, I took her hands and placed them on the buttons of my shirt. I looked down at her trembling fingers as she began to unfasten the buttons. As she did, I resumed running my fingers through her hair, and when she unfastened the last button, she pushed my shirt open and I felt her fingers slide across my chest. She sighed and looked up at me. I nodded towards my legs.

“And my trousers,” I whispered.

She nodded, then looked down and her fingers unfastened my belt, and then worked on the buttons. Soon, she had them open and had pulled the zip down. I had my hands on her shoulders as, with a look of concentration on her face, she stared at her hands as she pushed my trousers down and over my hips, revealing my black boxer shorts, and my bulge in the front. I wondered if she had ever been this far with a guy before, and, as she pushed my trousers down my legs, she leaned down, I applied a little pressure to her shoulders, and she glanced up, I smiled. “On your knees,” I said, my voice a little firmer. She nodded, and knelt as I stepped out of my trousers, she looked up and I stared at her.

“You said that you wanted me to show you?”

She nodded.

“Take them off,” I instructed.

She hesitated, and then I watched her slide her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, and after a pause, she slowly pulled them down. Her eyes were glued to my crotch, and she gasped when my cock sprung free and almost hit her cheek.

I smiled, my cock was hard, harder than it had been in many years, and pre-cum leaked from the tip. She stared at it as she pushed my shorts down to my feet, I kicked them off and stroked my fingers through her hair, gently pulling her towards my cock.

“Hold it, Kim,” I said.

I looked down and watched as she reached out with trembling fingers, and tentatively brushed them along the shaft. My cock twitched at her touch, which surprised her and she pulled back, then, with my hand on the back of her head, she reached out again, this time, her chubby fingers wrapped around my hard shaft. I groaned it had been so long since a woman had touched me, and I was afraid that I would shoot into her hand there and then.

“Go easy, Kim. It’s been a long time, I’m ready to explode at any minute.”

She raised her eyes and looked at me. “Sorry.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “No need. It feels wonderful.” I said.

I didn’t have to tell her what to do, she stroked her fingers along my cock, slowly pulling back my foreskin and then closing it again, and as she did, she stared at the wet head of my cock.

I wasn’t huge, at one point in our marriage, after watching porn and having too much to drink, Helen had measured my cock, she reckoned that it was just less than eight inches, she wasn’t sure where to measure from. She had always told me that I was more than enough for her and that my greatest asset, was that it was quite thick.

I gently lifted Kim to her feet, I loved how she stroked me, but I wasn’t sure that I could last very long, had she continued. As she stood up I kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. She responded, and I knew that she had kissed guys before, she knew how to kiss, I knew that she was a virgin, but I wondered just what she had done.

As we kissed, I reached behind her and undid her bra, it opened easily, and I was able to slide it from her body, and as it fell to the floor, I felt her naked breasts against my chest for the first time, and they felt amazing. My late wife had awesome boobs, they were firm, but they were a ‘B-cup,’ my favourite size. But Kim’s, well, they were much bigger, at least a ‘D’ and they felt fantastic pressed against my chest.

She was starting to relax and was kissing back at me, her hands stroked over my body, and as I slid my hands down between us, I grabbed hold of her panties and started to push them down, over her hips. She hung her hands around my neck as I slid her panties down, and as I got them onto her thighs, I knelt slowly and pulled them off. As I did, I stared at the pussy.

It was the most beautiful thing that I had seen in years. She was shaved smooth, something that I had not always been a fan of. Helen had gone through a stage of shaving, but neither of us enjoyed it particularly, and she reverted to keeping her pubic hair trimmed, but, bushy. Kim, however, was young, and like most young women, she liked to shave. With her panties around her feet, I stared at her pussy, her ample thighs framed the delicious looking, puffy pussy lips, and I could see beads of moisture already forming on them. And her clit, wow! It was already exposed, and hard, I couldn’t wait to get my hands and my lips on it. It was time to get her onto the bed.

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