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BEST MAN

This happened many, many years ago, but the memory is still very fresh, and it comes back to me any time we receive a catalog in the mail that shows models in lingerie.

My best buddy was getting married, and his wife-to-be picked the brides maids and maid of honor.  My buddy extended me the honor of being his best man, and I readily accepted.  I knew all of my buddy's selections for groomsmen, and a few of the bride's selections, except for one particularly pretty young woman named Betsy.  I had a faint memory of meeting her before, but the more I thought about it, I'm sure it was wishful thinking.  She looked somewhat like my own steady girl, but slightly taller and much better built.

There were a couple of rehearsals, so we'd be sure to get it right on the big day.  The second one included a dinner, complete with wine.  I arranged it to sit next to Betsy, the object of my attention, and we laughed and joked with each other the whole evening.  She needed a lift back to her aunt and uncle's house, where she was staying while she was in town.  I volunteered to drive her.  Neither of us wanted to let the evening end, so she suggested we visit a nearby mall, just to walk around, extend the evening, and window shop.

As we walked, we held hands like a couple of kids.  Suddenly she spied a women's lingerie store, and practically dragged me in.  The smells and sights were marvelous and more than a little stimulating.  I used my imagination to picture real live women modeling the sheer outfits, instead of the plaster mannequins they were draped on.  Betsy returned to my side (I didn't notice she had wandered off) and told me she'd like my opinion about some of the outfits she had selected that were hanging from her arm.  I thought she was joking and smiled a nervous smile, but she was serious.  The sales woman was a bit startled with the suggestion that a man accompany a female customer into the changing room, but since it was so late and the store didn't have many other customers, she reluctantly agreed.

Betsy and the sales woman led me into the back.  There were individual changing rooms with curtains to provide privacy.  Betsy entered one of the rooms and told me to take a seat.  I found an ornate metal chair with pink back and seat cushions and lace, so I sat down and waited for the first showing.  In the meantime, another customer walked past, looked at me askance, but figured I must have belonged there because she didn't say anything, flashed me an unexpected smile and entered a different room.

Betsy came out in her first selection.  I had no idea just how lovely she was until that moment.  It was a multilayered affair, with a sheer dressing gown over a camisole and long sheer harem-style pants.  It didn't really show much, perhaps that's why I found it so titillating.  She turned around to model it, and opened the sheer gown so I'd get the full effect.  Evidently she had removed her bra, since her breasts swayed vigorously as she moved.  I nodded my approval.  She smiled and retreated to the changing room, leaving the curtains partially open.

I wanted to get a peek so I got up for a better angle.  The other customer came out at that very moment.  She was wearing a full length penoir with light fuzzy trim around the collar, over a tight transparent bra and matching panties, garter belt and nylons.  Her breasts were large and firm, and needed no support in my humble opinion.  She had a generous amount of pubic hair, which leaked from the sides of the panties.  I was getting an embarrassingly large erection that I was having trouble hiding, especially since I was no longer sitting.  She used a full length triple mirror to examine the effect, occasionally giving me sly glances in the mirror.  She removed the penoir, layed it on a nearby chair, and used her fingers to rearrange herself in the outfit, pushing here and tugging there.  It was very erotic, and she seemed to be enjoying touching herself as much as putting on a show for the unexpected company.  

"Do you like it?" she asked, and I nodded in approval, unable to speak a syllable.  

Raising her hands above her head, inhaling and pushing her chest out, her breasts actually exploded from the bra as the shoulder straps and fasteners gave way.  She bent over to pick up the remains with her legs apart, and I got a great view of her privates from behind.  She looked back at me to make sure I was taking in the view.  She walked past me toward her dressing room, and lightly patted me on the tent in the front of my pants, her shapely breasts extending straight out from her chest to prove my previous hypothesis.

I sat down, confused but very aroused.  Betsy came out just as the mystery woman retreated, but this time she was showing off what her exquisite body.  She wore a one piece body suit that was sheer black all over.  I could see her erect nipples and what remained of her pubic hair after a close shave.  I kept my jacket in my lap to hide the erection I had grown from watching both Betsy and the other woman.  Betsy asked me if I liked what I saw, and I gulped a faint "Yes".  She told me she liked it too, and would be buying it.  She went back into the changing room to put on her street clothes.  The mystery woman reappeared, also in street clothes, only to depart the store.  She whispered "Your girlfriend is very lucky" as she walked past, and I just smiled faintly.

Betsy called to me from the dressing room.  She complained that the snaps that held the body suit on were stuck, and would I lend a hand.  I got up and walked past the curtain.  Betsy was still in the body suit, but I was now standing with no coat to hide my not-so-little secret.  I expected the snaps were at the shoulder line, but Betsy put one leg up on the bench in the changing room and pointed to the snaps that held the crotch flaps in place.  I hesitated.  This was very intense.  In order to pop the snaps open, I'd have to put my fingers behind the material, directly in contact with Betsy's pubic area.  This was obviously her intention, so I don't know what was holding me back.  Then Betsy threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against me, and gave me a big kiss, perhaps as a motivation.  It worked.  I slid my hand up Betsy's thigh, and under the body suit.  Her pussy was warm and wet, and I wondered if she had been playing with herself.  My other hand found the connected flap of material, and with ease I opened the snaps.  For good measure, a ran my hand around and through Betsy's open legs, and she closed her eyes and made small sounds in response.  Then she returned the favor and slid her hand between my legs, and not surprisingly found a full hard-on, ready and waiting.  She went for my belt and zipper, and soon my pants and underwear were at my ankles, and I was pushed back onto the bench.  Betsy moved closer and straddled my legs, sitting down on my penis with her back to me. .  I brought my hands up under the body suit and stroked and squeezed her breasts, paying special attention to her hardening nipples.  The sales woman was calling, asking if Betsy needed any help.  She responded breathily that everything was just fine as we moved in rhythm.  She moved exquisitely up and down, and I was all too ready.  My hands moved to her waist, and I put my rod into her with vigor.  She came first, but I finished a close second.

I put myself together and waited out on the pink chair.  Betsy came out all dressed, and bought the body suit.  We left as they locked the door for the evening, and I drove her to her relatives.  The next day was my buddy's wedding, and Betsy and I walked arm in arm up the aisle after the ceremony.  We barely spoke at the reception, and that was the last time I ever saw her.

An Original H M Tale