Wedding Day BJ 1
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up.
Getting dressed for my wedding I spent a lot of time reflecting on how Marcie, my bride, and I got together and how a mutual interest in lingerie bound us to this point. Looking over to the bed in my hotel room and seeing the attire that we had mutually chosen for me to wear all laid out was invigorating. Sparkling white nylon panties with lace side panels would have been enough to stimulate certain parts but the white lace top stockings, the lace suspender belt with satin garters and the piece de'resistance, a satin bustiere with underwire lace covered cups and gorgeous lace trimmed shoulder straps was making my dick so fucking hard I knew a cold shower had to happen before the ceremony.
I opted for a warm one instead but it eased things a little as did shaving every inch of my body to my bride-to-be's standards.
When we met I was teaching graphic illustration at a college and she taught fashion design. We had many of the same students it was thru them we met. Many of her students would show me their drawings of projects from her class. A lot of it was lingerie and a hot coed asking my opinion on the cut or trim she had in mind for a bra, panty or neglige was quite thrilling. Even more so since none of them had any idea that I was wearing similar attire under my casual guy clothes.
Marcie came to my classroom one afternoon to thank me for all the good input which I freely shared with her budding designers. She was impressed with my knowledge about styles, features and details in fashion particularly undergarments. I was attracted to her right away and we began dating.
Early on, at her apartment, I noticed a lingerie catalog and made a comment about how hot women looked in bras and panties etc.
"You seem to not only have an appreciation for but an extensive knowledge of lingerie details. Did your mom or your sisters educate you?"
" I will be totally honest and hope it does not turn you off but most of what I know came from raiding their underwear drawers starting in 5th grade. I thought their stuff was so pretty and while picking up a few items which they missed the hamper with I discovered how amazing they felt by my skin or in my hand. It all became my fantasy and within a few weeks I hated my old boy briefs and would sneak a few pairs of theirs to wear. Even to school."
"Did your sisters know?"
"Not at first but they caught me changing a few times and then accepted Markie liked panties and they handed over any ones they were done with and I could fit into. For my 12th birthday they both bought me satin high cuts as my gift. Not one I shared with mom though."
" Oh Wow! Did you keep going with that?"
"As much as I could but kept it a secret. It still is from most."
"Are you telling me that right now you are wearing panties? I have to see this!"
She wanted me to stand up and I did while she undid and lowered my pants to reveal pale blue nylon hip huggers with lacy leg openings and some ribbon trims. I was totally flushed with embarrassment until she said she loved it.
"Oh my! You look quite attractive in those. You have great taste for a guy."
My snide remark back saying that I taste great too was received with tenuous laughter from Marcie. While observing the huge bulge that had formed in my silky sling, she told me that maybe someday she would find out about that as she ran her fingers over my engorged member commenting on the softness of the material which enclosed it.
I wondered way back in my mind if she would like sucking my cock as much as I liked doing it a few times to a buddy in high school. It was a fleeting thought and event but, while I never followed up much after it, I loved the feel of a cock in my mouth and so enjoyed him spraying me with his cum. My jerking off images were often me in a bra and panties and him coming down my throat. Alas, just fantasy from way back.
Marcie pushed me back onto the couch saying, "You showed me yours I guess I need to show you mine."
Rising before me she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a magnificent pair of breasts cradled in a satin and lace bra. If that was not enough, the side bands and the straps were adorned with lace as well, causing even more problems in my pants.
That's were life fully began for us. She accepted my desire, comfort and thrill in wearing female underwear as was pleased with my excitement and appreciation of her lingerie choices as well.
Enough of racing memories thru my brain. I had a job to do and that was to get properly dressed for our wedding. Again ogling the items on the bed I recalled how we together had chosen the matching underwear we would be attired in under the traditional bridal gown for her and tux for me.
Then came the knock on the door. I was expecting it as Marcie had told me that she would be sending one of the bridesmaids, whom she deeply trusted with my secret, to help me get all strapped into the bustiere which had a lot of hooks in the back.
Seeing her seeing me in just satin boxers was a touch unsettling before she put me at ease with kind words while I slid my arms into the straps and she hooked me all up in the back. She even came back around from and tugged the lace trimmed bottom edge down over my slim belly and adjusted how my muscled pecks and somewhat puffy chest were arranged in the underwire sheer lace cups up top. Then she smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left me to do the rest.
I slid the sheer white lace top stockings over my freshly shaved legs, attached the garter belt to keep them up and then dropped the boxers and slid into the virginal looking nylon panties from the bed. While reaching down to adjust the previously attached garters I caught a glimpse of my feminine clothed body in the mirror.
I could only imagine how my bride to be looked in the matching outfit down the hall.
So, finally to the wedding and both of us were like giddy little kids looking into each others eyes and knowing what all was underneath for both of us. Surprised I made it thru without passing out or just blowing a load in my panties. So glad the tux pants were a little tight to keep it contained instead of sporting a fucking tent in front of the crowd.
After reception action to follow.
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