(Part One)
“Oh Jon, I love you” Freya said in the seconds following her orgasm.
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
That was an entirely unexpected outcome for Freya, the thought that she loved him had never even crossed her mind.
She knew that she liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love?
To her great relief Jon said that he loved her too, but did he?
In the post coital hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the basis on which they made them.
The outcome of their deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at first sight.
This was something they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.
They thought it was just the stuff of Romantic comedies.
However the implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made love for a second time Jon made and Freya accepted his proposal of marriage.
Jon had never felt so proud and Freya had never known such happiness.
The wedding date was set for May and would take place in St Hilda’s church in Tipton, the village of her birth.
Her parents were ecstatic when Freya broke the news to them and when she introduced Jon to them they fell in love with him as well.
Freya St David, slender and pale skinned with strawberry blonde hair stood five foot nothing tall and was whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Freya had been a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she fully expected to marry, was now history.
She had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend, then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
That was until the day when she was on her district nurse rounds and she met Captain Jon Hardman.
When her mum handed Freya the dress box she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Freya asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Freya opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded it
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful dress.
Freya stayed at her parents’ house on the night before the wedding and Jon stayed at a nearby Hotel.
But at about 9 o’clock she put on her raincoat and said to her parents
“I’m just going out for a bit”
“Is everything ok love?” her dad asked
“Yes dad” she replied “I just need some air”
“Don’t be late back” her mum said “big day tomorrow”
“Don’t worry I won’t be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.
(Part Two)
She drove the three miles to the Black Hog Hotel and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.
“Come in” he called and she opened the door.
Jon was lying on the bed in his dressing gown watching TV.
“Hello soldier boy” Freya said in her best London street walker voice.
“Hello darling” he said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.
“What are doing here?” he asked
Freya stood up and stood in front of the window and drew the curtains.
“I’ve come to show you what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”
“Well traditionally yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”
And Freya let the coat fall to the floor.
Jon gasped as he looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders and a silk teddy.
“Do you think it will be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.
“Oh no not at all” he said
“Tonight it’s your good luck” she said and straddled him
His hands immediately found their way to her stocking tops and his fingers caressed the naked white flesh of her thighs.
“Am I going to get lucky tonight?” she asked and undid the belt on his dressing gown and pulled the two half open like the covers of a great tome.
“Oh yes I am” she said answering her own question after she had exposed his erection then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and exposed her tiny breasts
“You’re a very naughty girl” Jon said and began to undo the poppers on the crotch of her teddy, one by one until there was no restriction of access.
Jon slid his hands under the teddy and sought out her plump little cheeks.
Freya leant forward and kissed him
“Just help yourself soldier boy” she said in the tarts voice
“I think I will” he replied and as he fondled her cheeks he kissed her breasts and took her little rosebud nipples between his lips.
Freya meanwhile was stroking his shaft and when he took a firmer hold of her buttocks and pulled her towards him she took that as a sign.
So with a look of intense concentration on her face Freya climbed aboard her husband to be.
This was not a tender loving union this was barely controlled lust he was firmly gripping her hips as she rode him like a jockey riding a galloping horse down the home straight.
All he could do was hold on and stare and her jiggling tits as she galloped on.
Then their eyes met and they both smiled as the strawberry haired Philly took them both across the finish line.
“Can we do it like that again tomorrow night?” he said
“Tomorrow night you can have me in the dress” Freya replied
Afterwards he completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first time when they declared their love for each other.
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