This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18.
I find wedding ceremonies excruciatingly boring. About the only thing that helps pass the time is checking out the women, particularly the bride and bridesmaids. So when I turned towards the back of the church to watch my niece, Carol, walk up the aisle, my cock started to tingle. I love low-cut wedding dresses. And Carol's dress scooped way down her tan chest, practically down to her tits.
Carol is a beautiful, slender young blonde. At twenty-two, she was almost exactly half of my age. But neither the age difference nor the fact that she was my sister's daughter kept me from silently lusting for her as she stood at the altar. I just stared at her chest, and wondered if the minister was checking out her cleavage as she knelt in front of him.
What is it with low-cut wedding gowns? A woman's wedding is supposed to be so formal, and the bride is up there supposedly so virginal and dressed in a long formal gown, white being the symbol of virginity. And she's parading around exposing her young chest to everyone in church! Did someone start this fashion just to give the uncles and ministers and other horny guys in attendance something to look at? And the bridesmaids' dresses are worse! Carol's four bridesmaids, her two teenaged sisters and two cousins in their early twenties, were wearing identical red dresses. The long gowns were off their shoulders, plunging down right down between their tits. As they stood facing the altar with their backs to the congregation, I stared at their dresses that exposed half of their backs. Were they wearing any underwear under there? Yes, I could see the back of Nancy's white bra peeking out of her dress. All four bridesmaids must be wearing strapless bras. Front-hook or back, I wondered.
Looking back at Carol, I wondered if her bra was strapless. Her gown was pretty far off her shoulders. God, I hope I get to see her leaning over later at the reception. Her dress pulled tight at the waist accentuated the way her tits stuck out. B-cup bra, I'm guessing. Nice tits, but not huge. I'd heard family rumors that Carol was no virgin. In fact, it sounded like she may have slept around quite a bit in her college days before meeting Shawn. I started singing to my self, "I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll." I wish I HAD known Carol better when she used to rock and roll. I didn't see her too often, but when I did, she had a flirty kind of attitude sometimes. A physical flirt, she was the kind that would press her shoulder into you while looking at family photos, or press her knee against yours when you sat next to her on the couch.
I sat back in my pew, with my wife on my left and my kids on my right, and looked around the congregation. How many other guys were thinking impure thoughts about the bride? It certainly wasn't a subject I was going to bring up with anyone. I looked at my Uncle Bud, who looked like he was about to nod off. And my cousins, Teddy and Mitch, with their families. At least they seemed to be looking in the direction of the altar. Were any of them mentally undressing their niece?
At the end of the ceremony, the wedding party formed a line at the back of the church to greet the departing guests. I congratulated Carol's parents, met Shawn's parents, and got quick hellos from the bridesmaids. Then came my favorite part. When Carol turned towards me, I put my arms around her low on her slender waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I wish it had been on the lips, but at least I got my arms around her, smelled her perfume, and got to put my lips on her lovely young face.
My wife and I had a room at the same hotel where the reception was taking place. I rested in the room briefly, waiting for the cocktail hour to start. As I walked into the reception hall, I saw Uncle Bud, Mitch, and Teddy sipping beers near the bar. At the reception, I helped my kids with their meals, and again checked out the wedding party sitting at tables on risers facing us. They looked like they were knocking down quite a few bottles of Champaign. Carol's sisters, Pamela and Nancy, weren't even old enough to drink, and they were pouring multiple glasses of bubbly.
After the dinner and the usual toasts, the bar re-opened and the dancing began. I spent some time with my wife and kids mingling with relatives. Eventually my kids found cousins their age to sit with, and my wife sat with my parents. I ambled over to a round table on the aisle near the bar where Uncle Bud, Teddy, and Mitch were sitting, and sat next to Mitch as they continued an ongoing conversation.
"See if you can get her over here," said Teddy to Uncle Bud. "Pretend you're hard of hearing and get her to lean way over."
"You call her over here, and I'll get her to lean over," replied Uncle Bud. All three were looking in Carol's direction.
Carol was mingling with guests at a nearby table, a Champaign glass in her hand. When she turned away and walked by our table, Teddy grabbed her arm. Carol said "hi," and stood between Uncle Bud and Teddy's chairs.
Teddy grabbed a Champaign bottle off the table. "You're empty," he told Carol, and when he held the bottle up, Carol held out her empty glass and leaned over to accept the beverage. I glanced around, and Bud's, Teddy's, and Mitch's eyes all peered down at Carol's chest as she leaned forward. So did mine.
Straps. The white bra had straps, clearly visible as she leaned forward. I could see the tops of her young tits hanging out of her lacy cups.
When Teddy finished pouring her drink, Uncle Bud said something to Carol that I couldn't hear above the music. She replied back, but Bud indicated that he couldn't hear her. Carol leaned over and repeated herself. Uncle Bud grabbed her elbow and pulled her down closer to his ear. Carol was now bent forward, her lips near Bud's ear. I could see Uncle Bud glimpse into the bride's gown at her chest. Teddy was also leaning in from the other side, quite obvious in his effort to look down his niece's dress. Mitch was practically standing up to get a better look. And I also stared down her gown.
I could see her lacy bra cups hanging, and most of her tits came into view. Beyond her tan line, her pale, smooth tits hung down. She put her glass down on the table and crouched down, her chest at table level, as Bud and Teddy continued looking inside her gown. From my angle I could see the full shape of her tits, almost to her nipple, as her bra hung open. I wondered if Teddy or Bud could see her nipple.
Uncle Bud said something to Carol about her dress. I heard the word "cleavage." Carol looked down at her dress hanging open, and then at her Uncle Bud and Uncle Teddy leering at her chest. "Uncle Bud!" she said, but said it with an embarrassed smile, and pretended to hit him on the shoulder. But she made no attempt to cover her exposed cleavage.
When another relative got Carol's attention and led her away, the other three uncles grinned at each other. "Pink," a grinning Teddy said. "Very light pink, small areola, eraser-sized nipple, not erect."
"I didn't see 'em," replied Uncle Bud. "But I wanted to lean over and put one in my mouth." I couldn't believe these dirty old men were openly talking about their niece that way. Uncle Bud was about sixty-eight. Teddy was maybe fifty-two, Mitch fifty. "I'd love to be Shawn tonight in the bridal suite, banging the hell out of that."
Uncle Bud, Teddy, and Mitch continued commenting on their niece's body and what they'd like to do to her as the evening wore on. When they weren't watching Carol, they were looking at the bridesmaids and other young girls on the dance floor.
My wife and kids eventually got bored and tired and went back to the hotel room, as did Uncle Bud's wife, and Teddy and Mitch's families. I decided to stay a while longer. Usually I'm one of the first to bug out of a wedding reception, but I was enjoying the free booze, the view of the young girls dancing, and listening to my uncle and cousins' frank and crude comments on the girls.
Late in the evening, I could tell that Carol and Shawn were pretty drunk. Their dancing was sloppy, and Shawn fell down once. Uncle Bud managed to snag Carol and get in a slow dance. He was holding her pretty tight, leaning his head down and whispering something. Uncle Bud was a big guy; well over six feet tall, with combed back hair that was partially brown but mostly gray. He danced in the far corner in semi-darkness. When he returned to the table, Mitch asked him, "Did you get in any good feels?"
"I got a little side action on her tits," replied Bud. "Brought my hand up under her arm and squeezed the side of her bra."
"What was her reaction?" asked Teddy.
"I think she moaned," said Teddy. "She's pretty drunk." Here I was worried that someone would see me staring at my niece, and Uncle Bud is bragging about taking advantage of his drunken niece and copping a feel of her tit.
A fast song was playing, and I was watching Carol dance. Her left shoulder strap kept falling off her shoulder, exposing her bra strap. Carol repeatedly pulled it back up, but eventually gave up and let it fall. Now the top half of her bra cup was exposed to all of her guests. Her tits jiggled in and out of her bra as she jumped around. On the higher jumps, I could see the exposure of her tit south of her tan line, her white puppies popping out. Finally, her left nipple popped out several times. It was hard to see from this distance, but it did appear to be a very light pink, almost invisible. There was a relative from the other family with a camcorder taping Carol as she danced. I wondered if he caught her nipple popping out.
Carol was dancing with her equally drunk bridesmaids, who were also exposing the tops of their bras. They were dancing wildly in an ever-widening circle, to the song "Shout." There's the part where everyone lays on their backs and kicks their feet up in the air like dying bugs. Carol was facing us when she went down on her back. As she kicked her legs up into the air, her bridal gown and petticoats slid down her legs. Carol's legs were spread wide, her knees bent. I could see her white stockings over her curvy calves, and the white garters that held them. I could also see her bare thighs beyond her stockings, and a glimpse of her white panties at her crotch.
When she got up, Uncle Bud pointed to the guy videotaping and laughed, "I wonder if he'll sell me a copy of that video!"
The bride and groom disappeared from the banquet hall for a while, and the hall started thinning out. The four of us decided to call it a night, and all headed for the hallway bathroom to drain our bladders. When we exited the bathroom, Carol was standing alone in the nearly empty hallway.
"Can you guys help me?" she asked. She led us around the corner to a lounge area. Her groom Shawn was passed out on a couch. "I can't wake him up," said Carol. Bud and Mitch attempted to pull Shawn upright, but Shawn slumped back down. "Can you help me get him back to our room?" the helpless bride asked.
Mitch and Teddy, both big guys at well over six feet, picked Shawn up under his arms half-led, half-dragged Shawn down the hallway. Uncle Bud and I helped in case the dead weight fell, but mostly I trailed behind, as Carol lead the way to the bridal suite.
THE SUITE
