1. Butterfly Swarm


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    to see it in a way that sounded so genuine that Jenny briefly flirted with the idea of inviting her to the fitting before dismissing it as as too needy. “You’ll look gorgeous in it,” Ruby said. “You’ve got a great figure.” * It was Wednesday. Ten days before the wedding. Jenny left work early for a final appointment at her flat with her dressmaker, a family friend who arrived accompanied by Jenny’s mum. It was a fraught afternoon meeting that drifted on until late evening and meant Liam had to stay out in the pub. Things weren't helped by the Spartan lighting and lack of seating in Jenny’s living room. But more pressingly, Jenny was still unconvinced by her earlier choice of an A-Line dress. If she heard the dressmaker say one more time she had a pear-shaped figure Jenny swore to herself that she’d hit her. Jenny was short with her; short with her mum and short with herself. While her mum and the dressmaker made polite noises of appreciation Jenny didn’t feel that it was quite right. The unhappy appointment ended with an agreement to leave the dress for the dressmaker to return in a few days to make final adjustments. Her Mum and the dressmaker left together and Jenny felt very alone. She moved into the bedroom to remove the dress and pack it into its sleeve. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror just beside the door and reassessed things. Maybe it was the fading evening light through the bedroom that shone a favourable glow over her skin and made the wedding ...
    dress shine in its whiteness, but the dress looked fabulous. Jenny was always happy to indulge in a bit of self-loathing, but even she thought she looked pretty good in it. Liam would be so pleased. And then she glanced over to Tony’s window. His curtains were already closed, but she saw a thin thread of light escaping between them. He was in. She turned to turn on her own bedroom light and noticed she could still just make out the sliver of light opposite. And then something curious. Within a few seconds, the light from Tony's window disappeared. He’d turned his light off. Was that to see and not be seen? She backed away from the mirror and turned towards the bed and the window beyond it. She moved deliberately to the end of her bed, as if she was walking down the aisle, hearing the wedding march in her head. Only then did it strike her that if Tony was watching, he would be the first man to see her in her wedding dress. She felt instantly alive at the clandestine thought. The little hairs on her bare arms jumped in excitement. Was he watching? Was he masturbating? If she looked up would she see the silhouette of a gorgeous, erect cock worshipping her in virgin white? She ached to check, to see how excited she made him. But if she looked, she’d be complicit. He’d see that. He mustn’t know. She had to keep her eyes down, and instead just imagine him staring intently at her in the dress, stroking his dark, engorged penis at the window. Flushed, she sat carefully on the end of the ...
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