“The Virgin Bride”

It took four trips to try on wedding dresses until I found the one. I agreed to be the
"The Virgin Bride" even though I was no virgin. I loved making out with both sexes just as I  savored the sea breeze and the sound of the breaking waves. Sounds corny, huh? But don't criticize the sensations unless you've felt them. I am a romantic!

Trying on wedding dresses is one of the feminine things to do. I modeled the standard fair of full dresses; with and without and trains; with and without veils, etc., for soooo long! I especially liked trying on new lingerie among my girls or acting dumb with a cute saleslady. Being naive, gave the salesladies opportunities to touch me in ways that they would never dare to otherwise. They certainly could get my panties wet and I let them know it as well!

Although modeling wedding dresses can also get boring. Looking at all those pretty girls in those bridal magazines did get me turned on. 

The last wedding dress I wore is what pushed me over the edge. It was the simplest gown,  more like a satin and silk, floor-length sheath than anything. The dress billowed very slightly just below my knees, and I couldn't have walked in the four-inch white patent-leather pumps I was wearing without it. The thin chute accentuated my bootie rather nicely. And the tight strapless lace bodice squeezed and lifted my 32Bs. There was a very conservative amount of cleavage showing – it was a wedding dress, after all, for a "Virgin Bride" – but it was noticeable.

My long strawberry blond hair really stood out on my bare tan shoulders. As I walked out and started to pose in the simple dress, I could see Mark. What I saw on his face was a look I'd never seen before. I already knew Mark loved me; that look showed me just how much.....