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The Flower Girl
Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
glasses. "A little more?" he asked her. She smiled. She blushed. She nodded. He watched the top of the towel she was covering herself with. Did it just move a little bit? He took the second bottle out and popped the cork. The bride and her maids were so busy with their fussing that they didn't even notice. He poured them both another glass, then raised his and they clinked plastic together again. "Are you excited to be the flower girl?" he asked her. "Oh totally!" she said, her face lighting up. As she spoke, the towel loosened, and his heart skipped. What if it falls away? "I can't wait! I get to walk right in front of the bride, did you know that?" He smiled broadly at the girl's wonderful enthusiasm. "Yes, I was at the rehearsal, you might remember." "Oh, right," she said. "Won't that be awesome though?" She bounced on the couch. The towel loosened further. "It will be!" he said. He held up his glass again. "To the flower girl!" She giggled, clinked, drank a big sip. And it happened. The towel fell. He momentarily had the perfect view of her pale tan lines and her adorable pink nipples, not even two feet away from him, and he fell madly in love with them. Little apple blossoms floating in pools of cream. "Oops!" she said, giggling, reaching down and fumbling with the towel. Her nipples stayed exposed. "Here, let me help," he said, leaning towards her and reaching out and lifting the ... towel. As he tucked one end of the towel in to hold it all in place, he let his fingers glide over the soft pale flesh of her chest. He couldn't help himself, his fingers acted of their own volition, gliding until they found a nipple, then brushing over it gently. Her face was bright red, but she had a big nervous smile. He could tell she knew that he had touched her like that intentionally, fondling her breast right there in front of the bride and all her maids. He was embarrassed, chagrined, nervous... But she just lifted her glass to her lips and took another sip, looking over the rim and up at him with dark teasing eyes. "So..." he stammered, wanting to act natural, "do you like the dress you get to wear? Is it pretty?" "Oh, yes!" she said excitedly. "Wanna see it?" "Of course!" The girl jumped up, and he saw the towel slip again. She grabbed it before it fell entirely and flashed a silly grin at him. He stood up as well. "One sec," he said. "Just want to fill up everyone's champagne." "OK!" little Millie bubbled, holding her glass out for him to fill again before she dashed off into the other room. He made the rounds of the ladies, finishing off the second bottle. "Millie's gonna show me her dress," he told Jeanie. Jeanie was paying him no attention at all, so he shrugged and followed the girl. As he walked into the room, he saw her leaning over the bed, pulling her dress out of its plastic garment ...