My First Bridesmaid - Fourplay - Introduction
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I met her at my daughter’s wedding. She was the bridesmaid. Half my age, but twice as good looking. I admit it.
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My daughter had arranged every tiny detail of that day. To perfection. Yes, I cried as I walked her down the aisle. My entire focus of the day and early evening was her smile. It broke my heart in that blissful way. When dads have to accept their baby has another person who beats them in the priority stakes. I’m happy, though. Her new husband’s a good guy and I’ve made it clear he better stay that way.
The day went so well, couldn’t have been better. At the meal in the afternoon, we ate, drank and got merry. It was while the after-dinner speeches were in full flow that my bridesmaid first got my attention. Of course, I’d seen the bridesmaids around all day, but had been so focussed on family they were kind of an afterthought. I’d noticed the colour of the dresses, satin, full length, but not much else. To be honest, I only took in the colour because it matched our ties. I’m a guy, it’s a wedding. You get the idea.
Anyway, as the food was served, I felt a warm, delicate hand on my knee. I flinched at first, then relaxed once I realised whose it was. She leant in to whisper over the buzz of conversation and background music.
‘It’s OK, he really loves her.’
It took me by surprise. A lump filled my throat. I coughed to dislodge it before replying.
‘I know.’
Sadness, love, and pride flowed over me. I looked down at this perceptive, confident, and, yes, sexy young woman. Her dark eyes gazing up at me like a cat in a kid’s movie. Wide, innocent, and literally like pools of deep blue water.
Fuck, she was beautiful. How did I not notice that earlier?
As that thought shot through my head, her hand tightened around my thigh. Long nails dug in to my thigh muscle and I had to shuffle in my seat to stop my cock from responding.
‘Tell me about your work?’
Genius move on her part. I was a renowned workaholic, any friend of my daughter would know that. It was the main reason my marriage had broken down last year. Maybe even the reason my daughter set her wedding date way earlier than any of us expected.
Distracting me from the wedding trauma of losing my baby girl to another man was just what I needed. I know I hadn’t lost her, but that’s how it felt.
My bridesmaid pulled her hand away, not before stroking my knee. She looked around the room, sipped her wine.
Did I imagine her part her lips as she gazed up at me with those seductive doe eyes?
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