“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.
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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