Sam paused for a moment in the corridor, dazed. Then he quickly attempted to tidy himself up, fixing his trousers and cummerbund back in place and checking for cum stains on his trousers; Susie had been too good for that though. He was spotless still, and had cooled down enough to look presentable. He turned right, and went back through the lobby door.
A couple of the women turned to look at him, though most ignored him – one of Susie's friends whispered to her neighbour and they both giggled. Sam blushed and returned to awkwardly waiting.
There were four more bridesmaids still in the lobby, all friends of Annabelle's. Louise was just coming down the stairs, looking very anxious – Louise was chief bridesmaid, Annabelle's closest friend (though Annabelle was Jane's best friend, Annabelle's was Louise). She had a soft oval face, with pale skin, full red lips, and cool blue eyes, with long black hair falling down her back – it only ended just above her ass, which Sam was admiring – and the green silk gave her a bewitching quality. Her figure was... magnificent, Sam decided; the sort of body that statues have. Her full bosom heaved at her dress as she quickly spoke to the other bridesmaids, and her lovely peach-shaped backside created a true hourglass figure.
Next to her was Jaime, who started to look nervous herself. Jaime was a slim redhead, with a beautiful face, high cheekbones and sexy smile framed by flowing red hair; slight hourglass figure, but narrower hips and smaller breasts – still very nice though – more willowy, nowhere near the curves of Louise, but very graceful. She was much younger too, about nineteen while all the other bridesmaids were in their mid- to late-twenties, just a bit older than Sam. Like her dress, her big eyes were clear green, while her full, sensuous lips were a deep sort of pink; a few freckles dotted her pale nose. Her step-mother would be around her somewhere. Though they weren't blood relations, they looked quite similar, sharing red hair, green eyes, freckled noses, pink lips; but the step-mother had a broader face, with high cheekbones and narrower eyes. She was shorter too, about five foot seven or eight to Jaime's five eleven, and with a fuller figure, a pronounced hourglass shape, complete with peachy ass and at least double-D breasts. She also had a different shade of red in her hair, quite orange where Jaime's was dark.
Jaime finished talking to Louise now, and peeled away towards Sam. He tried to smile naturally.
"Something I can help with?" he asked; something to do until he could get back to Susie would be good.
"Yeah, thanks," smiled the nervous teenager, "I so didn't want to ask. We just want you to go and fetch mum (Sam knew she meant her step-mother, who she called 'mum' even though she'd only married Jaime's father a couple of years ago) from her room. Louise is having a nightmare with Annabelle, everyone else soon has to be busy, and we just need all the help we can get – please?" She smiled, both hopeful and nervous.
"Oh, no trouble," sighed Sam, just a little patronised by the simple task. "Where do I look?"
"First floor, room eleven," rushed Jaime, happily, "ask her if she can check up on the caterers, and when will she be ready? Thanks a lot!" She hurried away, smiling once over her shoulder, and disappeared through the front door after another bridesmaid. Sam walked up the stairs, passing Louise who was talking through a door on the landing in a low voice – wasn't that the bride's room? – and carried on to Eleven. He knocked and called "hello?"
There was no answer; Sam tried again, still getting nothing. He tried the door, which loudly wheezed open, and stuck his head through, then stepped inside. The room, he noticed, was very red, with red carpet, walls, and ceiling, and a red velvet-draped four-poster bed taking up the centre of the floor. Opposite was a large dressing table, made of the same red-brown wood as the bed, with an enormous mirror. The floor was scattered with crumpled clothes, presumably discarded after being tried on; there seemed to be an awful lot of underwear lying around...
"Hello?" he repeated. "Erm... Jaime's mum?"
"Yes?" The bathroom door had opened, and she was standing in it with her white robe hanging open. She quickly pulled it tight closed around herself, and Sam only glimpsed a flash of tight black underwear against her milky skin. She was glaring at him now, clutching her gown protectively around herself.
"Who are you?" she demanded, "What do you want?" Without time to enjoy the slightly husky sound of her voice, Sam answered:
"Sorry, I'm Sam, I'm the best man from the wedding, Jaime sent me up-" She visibly relaxed.
"That explains enough for me." She walked over to the dressing table, kicking aside discarded panties before sitting down on the cushioned bench. "Would you please close the door?" Sam did so, and she continued.
"When you came in I thought you must be Jaime, or maybe Louise, otherwise I would have covered myself properly." Her sensuously wide mouth smiled over her shoulder at him. "You gave me quite a scare you know." She began to look in the mirror, picking at make-up and hair brushes scattered on the table.
