Bridal Shop

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I checked the clock for the hundredth time as I had done for the last two hours. Every five minutes or so, I glanced at the clock and felt disappointed.

This would be his final visit, picking up the dresses for the wedding next week. Three bridesmaid's dresses and the bridal gown. His name was Mr Petrov and he was the strangest groom I'd met.

I had worked In the bridal shop for several years and in that time I had only met a handful of grooms. It was always the brides and their female relatives and friends. Mr Petrov came in a month ago and from the first meeting, I felt an energy from him.

He had this strange aura, like a magnetism that made me tingle when I saw him. Ok, he was gorgeous, tall and looked like a model but there was something more about him. His smile had me weak at the knees and left me tongue-tied.

Straight away he causally flirted with me. Turning me into a giggly schoolgirl with his compliments and subtle touches. Even when I told him about my boyfriend Nik he still complimented me.

All day long I was surrounded by thin, blonde goddesses shopping for wedding dresses. I was a cuddly brunette and sometimes felt insecure around them. Nik and I had been together for ages and he showed no sign of proposing.

My heart fluttered when I heard the doorbell ring out. Pulling me away from my thoughts

"Hello gorgeous," Mr Petrov said in his deep, gruff voice.

He wore a striking blue business suit and had a nice level of stubble on his strong jaw. As I looked into his blue eyes I felt my knees weaken as they often did around him.

"Oh...Hi MMMMr Petrov," I said stammering from the nerves.

"You look more beautiful every time I see you, how is that possible?" He said. Leaning forward on the counter and staring into my eyes.

"Well I...That's nice of you to say," I said. Looking away before I melted into a puddle.

I tried to stifle a smile as I moved a loose lock of dark brown hair back behind my ear. It was so hard to remain professional around Mr Petrov.

I made sure that my schedule was clear around the time of his visits. Just so I wouldn't be distracted by anyone else. The last few visits Mr Petrov had been in no hurry and spent a while chatting with me.

Once again I was gifted with some flirty small talk. He commented on my new outfit, one I'd made sure to wear for him. It hugged my curvaceous body like a glove and pushed my b-cup tits together in a seductive way.

"Oh Mr Petrov, stop. You'll make me blush," I said feeling my cheeks redden.

He'd just commented on how luscious my lips were. I'd worn a vibrant shade of red lipstick just to entice him. Not that I expected anything to happen. I was sure he wouldn't be interested in me, he was getting married for god sake. Anyway, I loved my boyfriend Nik. Even if he wasn't as flirtatious with me anymore.

"Well gorgeous girl, I could talk to you all day. But I think I've taken up too much of your time already. Are the dresses ready?" Mr Petrov said with a dazzling smile.

"Oh. Of course Mr Petrov," I said feeling a little dejected. Not wanting our last meeting to be over so soon.

"How many times Nellie? Call me Dimitri," he said. Reaching forward to brush that pesky lock of hair behind my ear again.

I felt a shiver as his finger made contact with my cheek. It had been a long time since Nik had touched me. Work and the stresses of life always found a way to come between us.

Dimitri was getting married in the most unorthodox way I had ever heard. There was a new TV show starting up, based on a UK show called Don't Tell the Bride. The premise was the producers of the show paid for a couple's wedding. They had a small budget and could only spend that.

The catch was the bride had absolutely no input on the wedding at all. The groom and best man arranged everything. All the decorations, venue, food, guest list. Even the wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses.

I couldn't imagine any woman letting their groom control all of their wedding plans. From what I could tell Dimitri was a successful guy, I wondered why he'd agreed to do the show.

On his first visit, he turned up with his best man and a film crew. They asked me to model the dresses for him, as it would be better for the show. I felt uncomfortable being on camera. But Dimitri convinced me, saying I would look stunning.

It felt nice to wear a wedding dress. In the years I had worked here I had never thought to try one on. I looked in the mirror and imagined my own wedding day.

The other three visits he had come on his own. He said his reason was to check on the alterations of the dress as it had been a bit snug on me. I was surprised and a little happy when he told me I was the same size as his wife.

Imagining Dimitri finding a curvy girl like me attractive got me a little horny. Serval nights I imagined him fucking me as I fingered myself.

Nik always rolled over and went to sleep as soon as he got in bed. Most nights I had to service myself and always thought of Dimitri.

"I don't suppose I can get another viewing?" Dimitri asked with a cheeky smile.

"You don't need to, I haven't had to make alterations from last time," I said. Trying to remain professional.

"I know I don't need to. But I want to. Is that ok?" Dimitri asked. His pricing blue eyes made my pussy tingle.

"Erm ok, " I whispered. Then remembered about the remodelling.

Since the last visit, we have started ripping out the changing rooms to make them a bit bigger. As such we didn't currently have anywhere to change privately. That didn't matter when it was all women in the shop. We could lock the door and close the curtains. But with Dimitri here.

The thought of him seeing my naked body made me horny as fuck. But I couldn't do that. Not to my Nik.

"Erm sorry. I just remembered we currently don't have a changing room," I said to Dimitri. Walking over to the nearest dress rack.

"That's ok I'll lock the door and close the curtains. No one will see you," Dimitri said with a wink.

He walked to the door and slid the deadbolt across. Turning the sign around to read 'closed'. Then he pulled the white velvet curtains and turned to look at me.

"Yes but you would see," I said unable to prevent the coy look on my face.

"Only if you want me to," he said with a cocky smirk.

My cheeks glowed red at his words and I felt moisture build between my thighs.

"Oh! Mr Petrov!" I gasped at his forward comment.

"It's Dimitri," he said striding up to me and clasping my hands in his.

"I won't look if you don't want me to," he said with a kind expression. But I could see the burning hunger in his eyes.

This was a test. I should tell him to take the dresses and leave. I was with Nik and he had no right to talk to me like this. But I didn't do that. His sexual magnetism tingled all over me. I stood up straight, unintentionally pushing my tits out.

I tried to sound nonchalant and casual. Like I didn't have a care in the world.

"I don't care if you do. Just wouldn't want you to get ideas," I said with a smile.

Fuck! Why was flirting with him? It was only going to encourage him further. But this was all just harmless flirting, wasn't it?

"Oh I'm already having ideas," he said making me blush again.

I confidently removed the bridesmaid dress from the protective cover. It was dark emerald green and made to fit the bride's twin sister. Consequently, they had the same measurements. I hung it on its own and started undoing my big brass belt buckle.

It cinched in my waist accentuating my hourglass frame. Dimitrii leant back on the counter and watched me intently as the belt came away. I let it fall to the floor as I looked into his eyes. It felt like I was doing a strip tease for him and a thrill shot right through me.

I nervously held the hem of my black sheath dress and glanced at him, seeing if he had looked away yet. His eyes oozed confidence, daring me to continue. My mind was consumed with lustful feelings as I gently pulled the hem up my body.

The tight black dress clung to curves and was a little hard to pull up my wide hips. I wanted to be sexy for him. To show I was a beautiful sexy woman. But it got stuck when I got to my head. It covered my face and must have bunched up.

I started to panic, knowing I must looked ridiculous to him. My body was naked save for my lace underwear. I felt so vulnerable and not at all sexy. I felt a presence in front of me and heard Dimitri's deep voice.

"Here, let me help," he said, running his strong hands up my naked sides

I shivered at his touch, his fingers running along my bare skin up to where the dress was bunched. He managed to pull some over my head freeing just my mouth. I felt his thumb gently stroke across my plump lips. Oh, how I wished it was his lips instead of his finger. I could feel his body heat as he stood ever so close to me.

"God you're so fucking sexy," he said as I felt his hands stroke down my neck.

"What are you doing?" I breathed as my arousal built.

I couldn't believe this was happening in my shop in broad daylight.

"Helping you of course," he said. And I felt his breath on my chin. His lips were a hair breath away from mine.

I sighed hoping he would close the distance and kiss me. But then I felt a tug and the rest of the dress was pulled over my head.

"There's your gorgeous face," he said with a smile.

I could have fucked him right there. If he only brushed my skin again I would have jumped on him.

A light caught my eye. Looking down at the counter I saw the screen of my phone light up. The picture of Nik I used as my screen saver showed up. I immediately felt ashamed and stepped away from Dimitri, checking my messages.

There was one from Nik. Fuck sake! He had to work late again. That was the fifth time this month. No doubt he would be working with Alexandria. That little blonde slut was always flirting with him when I came to the office.

I know that was hypocritical to say under the circumstances. But somehow it felt different. I knew nothing would happen with Dimitri. Unlike Alexandria, It was just harmless flirting!

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I messaged back to see if he wanted me to drop off food and quickly recovered myself. Still thinking about Nik. I subconsciously slipped on the green dress and stood to look at myself in the mirror. Nik's message had angered and flustered me. Surveying my face in the mirror I could see the redness starting to appear on my cheeks.

Dimitrii had retreated to the other side of the counter as I dressed. He had removed his suit jacket and undone his tie. For what reason? I didn't know. Now he stepped forward to inspect the dress.

His eyes devoured every inch of me. From the plunging neckline showing off my cleavage. To my peachy butt just about covered by the low-cut backless dress. It was a lot more risque than most bridesmaid dresses. It created quite a stir with the production team when he first chose it.

They lapped it up, of course, needing chaos and drama for the show. I doubted many brides would be happy for their friends to wear this. As the saying goes the customer is always right in matters of taste. The only reason I stocked it was because I got an amazing deal from the designer. As I eyed myself in the mirror, even I thought I looked drop-dead gorgeous.

"Well? Still like it?" I said to Dimitri when I turned to face him.

He stepped close and his hands reached out to stroke the silk material at my waist. I felt frozen in time. Unable to move or say anything as I felt his fingers through the thin silk. He lightly stroked up my front, gently gliding over my breasts. I felt my nipples harden instantly and was thankful I still wore a bra.

His fingers continued to my shoulder and I shivered with arousal as he stepped even closer. Invading my personal space. Occupying the area reserved for close friends, family and lovers. Not strangers.

When I still didn't object he gently trickled his fingers down my naked back. Causing arousal to ripple over me.

His hands finished just above my rear, touching the bare skin of my dimpled lower back.

"You look beautiful," Dimitri said with a smile.

His words were tame but his eyes practically devoured me.

"Just beautiful?" I said. My own words shocked me with their brashness.

I was encouraging him. Urging him to go further. I had another man's hands on my body. A handsome stranger looked at me with piercing, hungry, fuck me eyes. Instead of screaming or politely chastising him. I was asking for more.

He smiled and pushed his hands flat against my warm skin. Feeling the intense heat my aroused body was producing. He moved closer still, pushing his body gently against me. I felt something long and firm pushing into my stomach. I gasped when I realised it was his cock.

I had caught a glimpse of the outline once or twice before. But it was hard to see in suit trousers. Now I felt his long hard cock as it pressed against me. His mouth was next to my ear as he softly whispered.

"You look good enough to eat,"

He lightly kissed my earlobe and pulled away. Letting his hands glide around my sides as he moved back to the counter.

I had closed my eyes when he kissed me and let out a small, sensual moan when I felt his lips.

"I..." I tried to say but the words wouldn't come.

My whole body was ablaze with lust. Yearning for this man's touch. Begging for my brain to let my body be ravaged by him. The worrying thing was my arousal was starting to cloud my mind. Starting to break my defences forged by decently, loyalty and self-respect. In the face of Dimitri, they were being sorely tested.

"I think it's time to see the wedding dress don't you?" Dimitri said. Distracting me from my thoughts again.

"Oh. I...erm... I can't. You see you need to be topless to wear it and..." I said in a soft voice.

Quivering at the thought of showing him my naked breasts. The image of me standing half-naked in front of this gorgeous sexy man. Nearly had me cumming on the spot.

The fact that I shouldn't have worn a bra with this backless bridesmaid dress didn't even enter my mind. I could easily keep my lace bra on as I tried on the bridal gown. Was I saying it to try and avoid wearing the gown altogether? Scared of encouraging Dimitri to touch me again? Or was I trying to entice him further? Putting the image of me topless into his mind. In my horny lust-filled state I couldn't tell which.

"It's just us here. I would love to see you wear it one last time," Dimitri said in his deep soothing voice.

He could have said he would look away, or perhaps that I should just wear it with my bra. This was his subtle way of letting me know he wanted to see me. All of me. I gulped and looked down at my phone which had lit up again.

It was a reply from Nik. He said not to worry about food as he was going to dinner with Alexandria. Going to fucking dinner! Not grabbing some food or ordering takeout. He was taking her out to fucking dinner! That didn't sound like work!

Anger flared inside me again. Mixing with the primal lust that was already flowing through my veins. I felt hot and clammy, as my body started to react to my feelings. I felt like a bomb ready to explode at the slightest touch.

Dimitri stood and watched me. Not pressuring at all. Letting me make a choice. If I hadn't had that message from Nik. If he had shown signs of proposing to me, hell even touched me in the last month. I wouldn't have done what I did next. And what would happen later could have been avoided.

I turned my back to Dimitrii and pulled the halter neck strap over my head. Quickly shimming out of the tight green dress and hanging it up with the others. He watched me work in silence as I unwrapped the ornately embroidered bridal gown.

It was a sexy strapless number that flared at the hips. There was a long slit that went high up the thigh. The lace bodice clung to your tits in a gravity-defying way.

It was the most risque wedding gown in the store and one that had attracted a lot of attention. The lace bodice was almost sheer, revealing the sexy body of the bride to her guests. It was like those scandalous dresses you see celebrities wear to the Met Gala.

I took a deep breath and glanced in the mirror to see Dimitrii's eyes trained on my back. I gently reached behind and unclasped my lace bra. Enjoying the freeing feeling as my breast hung free. I wrapped a forearm around them to conceal my nakedness as I turned round to drop the bra on the counter.

Why hadn't I dropped it on the floor or hung it up? Why place it right in front of Dimitri and watch his eyes as they stared into mine?

I stepped away from the counter and turned back to the rack. I let go of my tits safe in the knowledge my back was to him. Forgetting that he could see everything in the mirror. If I had known would it have stopped me?

I pulled the dress off the hanger and unzipped it. Then came the laborious task of pulling it on. It was tight over my curvy rear and I struggled to pull it up.

"Here. Let me help you," Dimitri whispered seductively as he stepped close behind me.

I let go of the dress as I felt his fingers brush my naked skin. He gently stroked my sides as he dropped them to the dress. He gently pulled up, sliding the fabric up my body. I was hot and clammy which made things difficult. My heart was thumping in my chest as I felt his fingers slide up over my breasts.

Once he had pulled it fully into place his hands stroked down my naked back to my waist.

"Fuck you look so hot," he said in an uncharacteristic loss of his suave demeanour.

I glanced at his face in the mirror and saw the animalistic burning in his eyes. He wanted me! He actually wanted me! This hot, sexy man was desperate to fuck me.

I stood still and didn't say a word, hoping he would make a move. Not worrying what it would mean or how wrong it was. In that moment I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

His hands ran across my naked back, taking confidence in my passivity. I sighed as I felt him brush his thumbs across the dimples in my lower back. How his hands felt as they ran up to my shoulders.

"Dimitri," I sighed as I felt him move closer. His hard body pushing up against me.

"Shh, don't speak," he said in a whisper as his lips caressed my neck.

This was madness. Standing in a customer's wedding dress. The groom lightly kissing my neck in broad daylight!

I remained still. His stubbled jaw graced my soft skin as kissed down my neck to my shoulders. He slipped his hands under the dress. Pulled the sheer bodice away from my breasts. I groaned as his hands gently massaged my chest. Kneading and stroking them as he kissed my neck.

I was in heaven, pure blissful paradise. Nothing else mattered to me. Not the shop, not my reputation, not my relationship with Nik. Just Dimitri, and how he made my body feel at this moment.

My nipples had been hard since he arrived and tingled as his fingers played with them. My hand reached up to clasp the back of his neck, pulling his lips onto my neck. He kissed along my jaw and I turned my head to meet them. Moaning with pleasure when his soft lips met mine. The world melted around me leaving me in his arms. Nothing else existed.