I stood out on the side steps of the church for a few minutes to clear my head. The snowfall and wind was building and could end up being a pretty good blow. The weather had called for an Alberta Clipper to come through but it was ahead of schedule since it wasn't supposed to be here until after midnight. I came outside because I had started to cry as I saw Marisol in her wedding dress. The Ivory color not white because well at 40 with two grown kids definitely not a virgin. But she was still beautiful with her black hair, brown skin and almond eyes. Her mother would have loved to have been here but she passed away 3 years ago thanks to cancer. So now it's just me to give her away. She was more beautiful than her mother who was a looker. A cross of her Mothers Puerto Rican ancestry and her fathers Korean genes. No Marisol wasn't my child by birth but since she was five I have been the only Dad she has known.
Josie and I met when we were in the Army. I was a young military police patrolman at 18 and was 10 years older than me. I had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying because I got swallowed up in those big brown eyes. She kind of resembled Jennifer Lopez but her face wasn't as round. I was in love. She was always a little self conscious about our 10 year age difference but I didn't mind and it took her 6 months of my efforts before she introduced me to Marisol. The first time I saw the little bundle of energy I was in love again.
I was sent to Korea for a year and during that time we wrote letters and called on holidays. No cellphones or internet then, Skype and Zoom were a thing of science fiction. Josie had been transferred while I was gone but I was able to get transferred to her base when I came back. I had a little over a year left in the Army by the time I got back and I had one mission to marry her. I had never planned on making the Army my life just do the 1 hitch and do my duty. Long story shortened Josie and I married and Marisol was with us.
So here we were, me with the only person on the planet I loved and about to give her away to a man that was adequate. I wiped my eyes and stepped back inside as the church secretary came down the hall way. She grabbed my sleeve and told me the minister was running late because of the snow. I asked her to inform the groom and I would tell Marisol. I knocked on the door to the little office that doubled as her dressing room. As I entered my breath was stolen again as I saw the vision of loveliness standing looking out the window.
Growling she said, "Michael wanted the damn Christmas Eve wedding in this New Hampshire Church." sighing she finished, "I wanted to elope to the Caymans."
I told her about the late minister and she rolled her eyes. A trait that I had one time hated when it was directed at me and since adulthood found it cute.
I started to leave but she reached over and put her hand on my arm and said, "No, stay."
Turning toward the window she asked, "Lock the door please I don't want Michael trying to wander in before the wedding, you know bad luck and all.
As I locked it I asked, "Why didn't you use the minister from this church?"
Curling up one side of her mouth Marisol pouted, "He is a friend of Michael's family it was his his mothers idea." Sighing she added, "Hell all of this was his mother's idea."
I could tell her nerves were building and there was no reason to leave since my duties were simply to get her down the aisle and keep her calm until then. Everything else was being ramrodded by Michaels mother. Marisol asked me to sit and I did on the armless chair in front of the desk. Walking over she tried to sit on my lap like she often did when she was sad or upset. Nothing new, she had been doing it since she was 5. We had grown closer since her mother had died she had been doing it more frequently since then. The train and width of the dress proved troublesome but she finally worked it out by hitching the hem of the skirt above her waist giving me a view of the lingerie she had bought to go with the dress; the cream colored thigh high stocking, the Ivory garter belt with small red roses framing the cream colored satin thong covering her most private area. As she settled on my lap and the dress dropped back covering her and me it was time for me to remind myself once again that she wasn't just any beautiful woman, she was my little girl.
This wasn't the first time Marisol stirred the primal urges within. When she was 18 and the summer she graduated from high school I had walked in on her while she was nude laying on the bed. Her D cup breast standing proud with the nipples tightened like rosebuds with her eyes closed her fingers dancing in her ebony bush she was a wonderful example of eroticism. She had been laying on the bed with head phones on. Probably thinking no one was home, her door had been only partially closed. I quickly backed out. In anger I chastised myself for the swelling that occurred in my pants.
There were other times she had been careless and she had shown me her breasts while breastfeeding, her blouses had gapped showing her breasts, short skirts riding up while she bent over showing her heart shaped ass encase in satin, silk, or bare with a thong, and a few times she had walked out the bathroom nude after a shower surprising them both. Seeing her mother and her standing side by side in thong bathing suits caused my cock to swell. Hell, just one of them would draw men like flies to bullshit.
After Josie had died Marisol made a habit of sleeping over some nights and sometimes would crawl into my bed and snuggle like she did when she was a child. Except this time when I woke in the night it wasn't a child laying next to me it was warm full figured comfortable woman that was pressed against my back or finding my cock against her ass. Many nights I didn't sleep fighting the urges that built from the warmth of her body, the pressure of her curves and the scent of her femininity. There were more than a few times in her adult life that I had to find my way to the bathroom to release tension. As tempting as this woman who looked like a mix of Jennifer Lopez and Tia Carrere was I was still in love with her mother. I would also never do anything to damage the relationship we had built.
