Fiona had a school friend called Nicole who was getting married to her childhood sweetheart Colin. She was, of course, invited to the wedding and hen night, and had phoned her to discuss it, catch up on things and get the gossip as you do. By the end of the call she had got me invited too.
Now I didn’t know either of them, so was a bit unsure of whether to go or not, but when I said this to Fiona, she made it quite clear that she would not take no for an answer. Then she dropped a bombshell by informing me that not only was I going but I was to be a bridesmaid too.
It turned out she was one short and she had persuaded Nicole I would be perfect for the role. However, to make things even worse still if that wasn’t bad enough the eldest bridesmaid was 13 years old and I was 21. She told me I had a dress fitting on that Friday at six at Nicole’s house and she would go with me to make sure all went well.
Mrs Houseman and Fiona got to our house at five thirty to take me to the fitting; I was in my jeans and t-shirt when I answered the door. The first thing Fiona asked me was did I have any underwear on? Not, how are you, or was I nervous, (which I was).
“Yes,” I said as I went red and looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Ok. I will let you keep your jeans and t-shirt just this once. But you know I don’t allow you in underwear so get them off now and be quick. Everyone will be waiting for us and I don’t want to get there late.”
So I had no choice but to strip off there in the hall. Fiona did say she was pleased with me for keeping my sex shaved. That made me go all red again I can say.
I hurried to put my t-shirt on over my bear tits (which were sticking out through the cotton). I pulled my jeans back up over my smooth pussy, slipped my trainers on again and off we went. Mrs Housemen dropped us both off outside Nicole’s house.
She gave Fiona a kiss and off she went, but not before telling me to behave and do what Fiona told me, as she would get to know about it if I didn’t.
Fiona knocked at the door. I was shaking by then not knowing what to expect. Nicole opened the door, she was happy to see us and she shook my hand as Fiona introduced us.
“The others are in the lounge, follow me through.”
We went into a large sitting room with an open fire, thick shag pile carpet and long drapes that reached right down to the floor. The drapes were pulled closed and the main ceiling light illuminated the room. We were introduced to Mrs Williams, the dressmaker, a lady in her late sixty’s with deep bags under her eyes. From working long into the night to keep to the deadlines of many a demanding bride, I thought.
There were three other bridesmaids in the room; cute Mandy was the youngest at just four, Paula ten and Becky the thirteen years old. They all had their dresses on already, leaving just me to try mine. The material was like satin, lilac in colour and the dresses came down to just below the knee. Mrs Williams had a worried look on her face as she saw me.
“No, no,” she said, “No time left, not this near the wedding, I can work hard but it’s just too late now, Nicole. I made the dress for a fourteen year old, not her.”
“I know, don’t worry”, Mrs Williams.” Tanya let me down, boyfriend trouble she said. Can’t be helped. Said Fiona. “When she’s got her hair in bunches she will pass as sixteen, I should know I have seen her”, she added.
“It’s her size” Said Mrs Williams, “but the dress will be tight and very short and there’s no time to change it now.”
“Let her try it”, Fiona said, “I’m sure she will get away with it just for the wedding.”
“I have my heart set on four bridesmaids”, said Nicole, “and it’s my big day I want things to be right “.
“Ok,” said Mrs Williams, “It’s your money!”
She then turned to me still shaking her head and told me to get undressed while she got the dress.
“Here in front of the others”? I said.
“Of course! They put their dresses on before you got here; you were late,” she said.
All the other bridesmaids looked at me as if to say naughty naughty and Fiona looked cross too. So not wanting to make them worse, I took hold of my t-shirt with both hands and pulled it over my head. The other bridesmaids just looked in shock then whispered to each other.
Taking no notice of them I bent over and removed my trainers then unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down in one go, stepping out of them and standing naked in front of everybody.
The whispering got louder. Then suddenly Paula the ten year old said “where’s your knickers Aby”?
The room went quiet all eyes on poor me again and I was too scared to speak.
That was when Fiona said I didn’t wear them or a bra as they irritated my skin and I liked to show off my tattoo with her name on it.
Mrs Williams was unhappy again, saying I can’t wear a dress without knickers, I might mark the dress.
“If she does I will pay for it to be cleaned,” said Nicola.
Well that seemed to do the trick and she was pulling the dress over my head. She did get it on me in the end and it was tight at the top pulling my tits right into the fabric, making them clearly visible. Worse still, it was so short; the bottom of my bum, so to speak, was on show too.
“It will be fine like that,” said Nicola as Mrs Williams looked on disapprovingly. So that was that. All of us bridesmaids took our dresses off together and handed them to Mrs Williams who carefully folded them.
"Do your piercings hurt?” Said Becky
“A little,” I said, “Do you like them?”
“Yes they look good on you but I don’t want any,” she said politely.
Poor kid, I know what she meant I thought, but didn’t say anything out loud. I didn’t want pins through my nipples, but for Fiona.
After we were all dressed, again we had a drink that was when Colin came home. Now Colin was gorgeous a real hunk, as soon as I set eyes on him I was instantly capitulated, Nicole was one lucky lady.
Colin was soon off again to take the other bridesmaids home. Then Nicole said we can stop for tea if we liked, she said She and Fiona had a lot to talk about and she wanted to get to know me more too. Well Fiona accepted on our behalf ringing her mum telling her to pick us up later. I knew my mum would be ok about it as I was with Fiona so no need to ring her.
We sat in her kitchen drinking coffee when Colin finally came home. He didn’t seem very happy.
“What’s the matter?” Nicola asked him. “Are the bridesmaids happy?”
“Yes, of course! It’s worse than that.”
This made Nicola very worried, “What’s up?” she said.
“Bob rang me, the stripper has cancelled.”
“Is that all?” said Nicola.
“What do you mean is that all?” he said. “Bob (the best man) said there’s no chance of booking anyone else at this late stage.”
I felt awkward and so did Fiona; we were looking at each other hoping not to be caught up in a full-blown argument. I should have guessed what she would say next.
“Aby will fill in again won’t you?” said Fiona. “She can do both jobs.”
Colin’s face lit up. Men I thought only one thing on their mind.
“Please Aby that would be great. Have you done it before?”
Before I could say a word, Fiona said I was a nude model.
“That’s great,” he said, “Can you dance?”
With that, they all wanted me to show them. Looking at Colin’s sexy face how could I refuse. So up I got to the sound of cheering. Nicola put a CD on and I started to dance.
Colin was staring at me and I couldn’t take my own eyes off him, so I didn’t notice Fiona was behind me. Not till I felt her at my waist. She was so quick and before I know it my jeans were round my ankles and she would not let go till I let her take them right off with my trainers. I stood there in only my t-shirt in front of them all.
Both Colin and Nicole were shouting, “Get them off” Get them off”.
With that Fiona stood up took hold of my T-Shirt and yanked it up totally exposing me to Colin and Nicola. Colin’s eyes were on storks, he was almost slathering like a dog. Fiona pulled my t-shirt right over my head and put it with the jeans. I danced a bit more then sat down right next to hunky Colin.
We all had tea in the sitting room and talked me naked of course and I was told to be here at seven on Friday next, the day before the wedding. Fiona could bring me as she going on Nicola’s hen night. So I would be alone with sexy Colin and his mates of course.
I was very nervous indeed about the stag night and rang Fiona many times that coming week, telling her I couldn’t go through with it. She said I must now they’ve been let down once already and she know how I felt about Colin, it was all over my face that night.
So I guess she was right, I had to go, well I was used to getting naked in front of others by now and to tell you the truth it didn’t bother me, in fact it was quite fun seeing the reaction I got.
So on the Friday night there I was outside Nicola and Colin’s house with Fiona. Bob had hired a hall tucked away in the country, it had a stage and the bar was organised by the local pub landlord who also happened to be a friend of Bobs.
Bob arrived at Seven thirty and Colin and I got into the backseat of his car after Fiona had gave me a quick kiss and told me to enjoy myself.
“She’ll do that alright, and so will the lads,” said Colin.
When we got to the Hall, I could see it was off the beaten track down a rough road that was overgrown. It didn’t get too much traffic that was for sure. I was a little worried by this, but was sure Colin wouldn’t touch me; he was getting married tomorrow to the lovely Nicola.
There was two men in there forties standing outside smoking, when they saw us they whistled.
“Nice Tits,” said one.
“You can’t see them yet Mick,” said the other a tall not quite so fat man.
“No, but I will soon”, then they both laughed.
The DJ was playing Status Quo’s Rocking all over the world. When he saw me, he almost dropped the next record. I was given a lager not my normal drink, but all they seem to have and did they have plenty of the stuff. All piled high behind the makeshift bar.
As I drank my drink, more people arrived.
Then at last, the DJ introduced himself and got Colin up on stage closely followed by me the night’s entertainment as he put it. All the usual wedding jokes came out.
Then it was my turn.
The DJ played the song from The Full Monty you know the one wear they practice their routine in the dole queue. The Whole room went quiet; I could here the wind rustling the leaves outside and my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode. I started slowly dancing then I removed my trainers one by one dropping them on the stage, I felt the cold wooden floor beneath my feet. I remember thinking about splinters, not the fact I was going to show a room full of horny men my naked body.
It was time to turn round back to the crowd. I took hold of my top, pulled it slowly up, and held it there for a minute or two before pulling it over my head and off. Then I slowly turned again holding my top to my tits, before letting it fall to the ground, replacing it with my hands.
Cries went out calling “Show us your tits”
So I did, letting my hands drop to my side.
Everyone went mad, the noise was deafening
So I took hold of both nipples in my hands again and pulled and squeezed them, then turning once more with my bum facing my ordinance I undid my jeans and lowered them. When my Bum was on show, I pulled up my jeans again before taking them right down and stepping out of them completely leaving them on the stage.
I then stood up and covered my shaven sex.
Someone shouted, “Show us your pussy love.”
Then they all joined in.
I waited a moment then turned to face them totally naked. Starting to make it look like I was touching myself, I rubbed my sex and even put a finger inside myself. It was only then when I realised how turned on I was.
I was soaked.
The crowd were spellbound, including Colin, and I have to say I was so enjoying it too.
Fiona would have been proud of me.
The DJ asked Colin to come up on stage, which he did. The tall man I saw outside when I got there shouted.
“Touch her then Colin. It’s your last night of freedom mate.”
The next thing I know was his hands were all over me. My tits, my shaved pussy and everywhere else too. The room went wild again.
Then he pushed me forward so I was bent over and before I knew it, his cock was inching inside me. He was really fucking me right there on stage with everyone watching too and I was enjoying it.
What a buzz.
It was wild.
Then Bob came on stage and put his cock in my mouth as well. Surprisingly Bob came first shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed all I could but some cum ran down my chin.
Then Colin got faster and came deep inside me, which triggered my own hard orgasm.
What a night that was.
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I woke up late, it was the day of the wedding and I’d over slept. Not surprising the night I had.
The wedding was at three and we bridesmaids had to be at Colin and Nicola’s at one to get into our dresses and have our hair done by the mobile hairdresser.
Colin, how could I face him after last night and Nicola how could I look her in the face knowing her future hubby screwed me and in public?
Bound to come out sometime. A divorce may follow quickly. Then I had a thought.
He could then marry me. “Pull yourself together Aby for goodness sake,” I said to myself, “
He wanted to shag me not marry me”.
Still it was nice.
I had better get up have a shower and grab some cereal.
I got to Nicola’s at just before one. Everyone was in the sitting room again and Mrs Williams was fussing about as usual.
“Hello Aby,” she said, “I want you to get your hair done first, before I fit your dress.
I don’t want any shampoo on it. Then Maggie can touch it up after it’s on; that way we will both be happy.”
Hard to think of Mrs Williams as happy, I thought.
“Ok,” I said, “Where is she?”
“Who,” she said.
“The Hairdresser,” I said
“In the kitchen, but you need to be in your underwear, so I can fit the dress when she has finished.”
“But I don’t wear underwear.”
“Oh you don’t, do you,”said Mrs Williams in a very disapproving voice. “You will have to be naked then won’t you?” She said frowning.
So I started undressing once more, then completely nude I went into the Kitchen to meet Maggie and get my hair done.
We arrived at the church to the sound of the Bells ringing and went inside Mandy and Paula the youngest bridesmaids leading the way, followed closely behind by Becky and me.
Nicola and her father followed us. Nicola gave me some dirty looks and her dad was looking at my bum and legs. So much, so I think it was Nicola who was guiding him not the other way around.
Colin looked like Colin Drop dead gorgeous.
All us bridesmaids sat together in the same paw.
As I sat down the wood was cold to my bear bottom, the dress was far too high when I sat down to offer me any protection at all.
The service was lovely and yes, I did cry I always do at weddings.
They looked made for each other. But I still think he should’ve been with me.
Things were going well till we sat down for the wedding breakfast.
The bridesmaids sat on the same table again and Fiona sat on the next table.
So not to much time to chat then. The food was great and I was starving by then so it came as a very welcome site. The other bridesmaids had red pop to drink and I had red Wine.
Then Paula, bless her, reached out to get a napkin knocking my wine over right on my dress. I shouted at her. Then immediately felt bad for doing so. Everyone looked round and both Fiona and Nicola came over to me. Now I was in for it I thought even though it wasn’t my fault.
“You will have to take the dress off so I can soak it and put salt on it,” said Fiona.
“Yes that’s a good idea Fiona,” said Nicola, “Be quick before it stains.”
“But I don’t have anything on underneath”, I pleaded.
They both said that shouldn’t bother me and to hurry up. So I stood up and took it off. Right in front of all the wedding guests. The men were craning to see my tits and their partners were trying to stop them. I sat down now naked as Fiona took my dress away.
“What can I wear Nicola”, I said?
“Nothing,” she said, “Like last night.”
“But that was a stag night.”
“I know,” is all she said before heading back to the top table.
So I sat there with nothing on till the music started. The bride and groom started the dancing as they do at wedding. Then more people joined in till the floor was full.
Bob came over to me and insisted I danced with him. After last night and still being naked, I declined, but he was adamant pulling me up and leading me to the dance floor.
Naked Dancing coursed a stir and some couples sat down shaking their heads, even calling me names, I don’t want to repeat. Colin had been drinking heavily and was looking a bit unsteady bless him. When he saw me dancing with Bob he came over to us, but before he could touch me Nicola grabbed me and pulled me off the Dance floor.
She took me outside near the wheelie bins. “I know all about last night,” she said, “Colin will be no use to me tonight, the way he’s been drinking, and it’s my wedding night too... You were the last one to get any pleasure from him; you must make it up to me.”
She pushed me down on my knees on the mucky floor and lifted her wedding dress. I wasn’t only one not wearing knickers that night. She pulled my head towards her sex and told me to get licking, like I did to Fiona.
It turned out Fiona had told her every thing we had got up to and from now on, they both were going to share me.
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