"Damn, damn, damn!" Bridget thought as she tried to zip the back of her wedding dress. The zipper was stuck mid back and wouldn't budge any higher.
"Bridget dear, do you need any help?" a velvety voice with a slight British accent called from outside the bedroom door. Only one person could have a voice that soothing, Charlie's favorite Aunt Lucinda.
"Um…just a minute," Bridget called as she stumbled to the door, still trying to yank up the zipper with her left hand. She opened the door to a stunning woman with cropped black hair. She was sophisticatedly dressed in cream-colored crepe pants with a taupe silk camisole that showed off her slender shoulders and small breasts.
"See, I've brought you some champagne to calm your nerves," said Lucinda holding up two glasses brimming with golden bubbly, almost the exact shade of Bridget's long, blonde hair.
"Thank you, Lucinda. I could use some help." She willingly accepted the glass.
"Call me Aunt Cin, or better yet, just Cin please," she smiled wickedly as she swept into the room. "No one calls me Lucinda," she gave a soft laugh. "Now what seems to be the trouble, my love?"
"This dress fit perfectly two weeks ago, but now I can't quite get it zipped up all the way," Bridget exasperated, turning so that Cin could see.
"Well don’t fret dear, we have plenty of time before the portrait artist arrives, and I'm sure Cathy and Carolyn can entertain him in the garden until you are a vision of loveliness." Bridget smirked at the thought. She'd seen Charlie's younger twin sisters in action. That artist didn't stand a chance against two voluptuous eighteen-year-old girls.
Cin walked around the canopy bed to the wardrobe and riffled through the drawers. "I think I have just the thing to solve the problem."
"It's so beautiful here, it's like a dream." Bridget leaned against the soft, over-sized bed, trying not to wrinkle her dress. "Thank you so much for letting us have the wedding here. I only wish Charlie's mom could be here for the wedding."
Cin turned to her with a slight sigh. "I know she would have adored you." She leaned in closer to Bridget. "Now close your eyes my pretty and turn around." Bridget smiled and obeyed. Cin placed her soft, warm hands expertly on Bridget's shoulders, kneading the Bridget's tense muscles as she moved them slowly across her shoulder blades. The intimate gesture made Bridget lose herself in a slight moan. "Relax, my sweet, you need to be glowing for your wedding portrait," Cin slowly unzipped the dress, exposing Bridget's well toned, tan back.
"Aren't we supposed to be getting me into to the dress, not out of it?" Bridget breathed as Cin's fingers traced the goose bumps forming on her spine.
"Trust me," Cin whispered in her ear. "Step out of the dress." Bridget heard the delicate fabric rustle as she gingerly lifted her long legs up, one at a time. Cin quickly hung the gown on the closet door and returned her attentions back to Bridget's supple, young body. She smiled to herself as she realized Bridget's eyes were still closed. "This one will serve Charlie well," Cin thought as she reached for a silk scarf.
"Now listen to me carefully," said Cin. "I'm going to blindfold you. What I'm going to give you is very special. In order for you to appreciate its full beauty, I want you to experience it first with your sense of touch. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Cin," Bridget said. Her mind was reeling. What is going on here? Why am I standing here in only my panties in front of Charlie's aunt? Should I stop this? She knew that those soft hands on her skin would not let her say stop, even if she wanted to. Her body was aflame, and she felt the familiar throb of her clit aching to be touched. The scarf encircled her head and Cin tied it tight.
