June rushed about trying to straighten up everything in the dressing room before Janice could return. She was doing her best to cover up what had just happened with Winston. Just trying to get the unmistakable fragrance of raw sex and lust from the small room was a challenge but her perfume and a candle or two seemed to be doing the job. Fixing her hair and makeup was pretty quick and nothing seemed torn or to have any evident stains.
"If this place only had a shower." she thought.
She was doing the best she could with the small sink in the room but making sure that her entire body was fresh and pristine for her new husband was a problem. That dumb-ass brother-in-law of hers could have messed up this day for everyone in the family but she'd ensured that didn't happen. When she looked at it in that way it was almost like she had made a sacrifice of herself. I was going to find out pretty soon that June was a world champion at rationalizing her actions in a way that polished up the halo she always imagined she wore. Now the day would go off as planned and no one had to ever know about what took place an hour or two before her second marriage.
"Daddy won't have wasted his money. Janice will stay married to that jerk and my new husband will never know." She reasoned to herself.
It wasn't like she hadn't ever had someone push her legs apart and take her pussy or ass. It'd actually happened several times in her life and if she was being honest with herself, she had put herself in positions. At 36 she knew better than to get into situations that allowed men to take advantage of her. After the first time she'd been forced and all of the anxiety, self-loathing, and recriminations she put on herself and her attacker after the event, she had concluded that it was less traumatic if she didn't fight back. All attractive females learn pretty early that men have very little self-control when it comes to their lust for pretty girls. Sometimes she'd think of it as something sort of flattering that they would lose their senses and behave so badly, but she had to admit she needed to learn to not be so open and friendly because of how that got interrupted.
"It happened! No one died! No one got hurt physically or emotionally! Well, maybe emotionally I'm a little raw and I'm a little sore but I know how to make the best of a bad situation. Especially if I might have been somewhat responsible." June thought trying to put it all behind her with clear reasoning.
Janice was helping her now and kept reminding June that she was running out of time. She needed to be ready to walk down that aisle in just about 10 minutes.
"How do I look? Is the dress wrinkled? Do we need to steam it a bit?" June quizzed Janice.
"You look beautiful and Jerry is a fortunate husband. Now come on let's get going the church is almost full and I hear the music." Janice responded.
As she and Janice moved down the long corridors leading up to the chapel, June could still catch a whiff of the slightly musky odor of sex about her. It still seemed to fill her nostrils. The musky combination of sex and her perfume. A lingering reminder of what had just transpired between her and Winston less than an hour ago. June was sure it was more of her subconscious playing tricks on her than anything she had to worry about but the other very real reminder seemed to be leaking out of her into her new white satin panties.