I was looking out the window, watching the snowflakes softly falling outside. I couldn't believe that my wedding day was finally here! In less than ten hours, I would be getting married!
I looked at my wedding gown that was hanging up for the moment. I stepped back, and slowly started memorizing every detail of this dress that I would wear just for this one day.
I ran my hand softly against the white satin fabric, noticing the square neckline, the princess seams that ran along the lines of the bodice, and the full ball gown skirt complete with a cathedral train that used a French under bustle. I noticed the shimmering sequins, the simulated pearls, the lacy long sleeves that ended in a softly rounded point just past the wrists.
I looked at my tiara - sparkling with rhinestones, adorned with simulated pearls. I lightly ran my hand over the dual veils -one a finger tip veil, the other a cathedral length veil - both of which were trimmed in satin cording. I looked at my pearl necklace and diamond earrings that my fiancé, William, had given to me on my twenty-first birthday.
I looked at the white satin crepe high heels, and then glanced at the garments that I would wear under my wedding gown. I looked at the fluffy crinoline slip, and then I felt my face flush as I looked at the white lace corset complete with garter straps, white thigh high stockings, and white panties. I then looked at the white lace garter with the bright purple satin rose.
My nails were perfectly manicured, my makeup was tastefully applied, and my blond hair had been curled and the tresses fell past my shoulders. I wanted to make sure that my wedding portraits accurately represented me. I didn't want to look back a year or five years later, and regret my choice of hair style or makeup.
I was all alone in the house, my own preference really, as I didn't want to be hurried or rushed on my wedding day. I stole a glance around my bedroom, and quickly turned to leave. I softly walked down the hall, looking at the family pictures, stopping to glance at a picture of my father. My heart swelled with pride as I looked at this picture of perfection, my father standing tall and proud in his Marine Corps dress blues. I then looked at the engagement picture, my fiancé in his Air Force dress blues and I in a lavender top and black skirt.
I softly laughed as I recalled when my then boyfriend, now fiancé, had asked my father's permission for my hand in marriage. My father didn't reply right away, in fact my father didn't reply! It actually took my father SIX MONTHS to finally consent and give his approval! I suppose rivalry between military branches carried past the workplace and into events such as engagements and weddings!
I was surprisingly calm and relaxed. I was looking forward to the honeymoon, and then continuing in a military tradition I've had since birth, I was looking forward to moving! This time, the move wouldn't be local, but would be a couple of states away.
I decided that I would go ahead and take a leisurely bubble bath, and headed to the bathroom. I slowly removed my robe, and began to fill the bathtub with warm water, and slowly added a capful of an exotic smelling liquid soap.
I carefully clipped my hair up before I slowly climbed in the bathtub, and slid down into the tub. As the water continued to run, I closed my eyes, leaned my head back until I felt the bath cushion cradling my head. I felt the water level slowly climb up around my body, covering my legs, my hips, my waist and finally my breasts. I slowly leaned forward to shut the water off, then I leaned back and once again closed my eyes.
As I lay there, a myriad of thoughts were rushing through my mind. Would it hurt my first time? Would I bleed? Would I be able to have an orgasm? What would it feel like? How often would we make love?
I was curious but not nervous. I slowly reached for a washcloth and grabbed a bottle of liquid bath gel and proceeded to slowly wash my legs, finally slowing as I approached the juncture of my thighs. I was still slightly sore from a bikini wax and I was careful as I worked the washcloth around my mound, clit and lips in a delicate manner. I shivered with anticipation as I thought of what it would be like, to be caressed so gently by my soon to be husband. I slowly moved the washcloth up to soap off my stomach, and breasts. I finally stood up and washed my back and my bottom, as well as my arms. I let the water out of the tub, and as it drained, I turned on the faucet and grabbing the removable shower head I proceeded to rinse the soap off.
I carefully turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower to dry off . After drying off, I applied a shimmering lotion that carried a delicate fragrance. I softly walked out of the bathroom back to my bedroom, and once more looked at the white lace corset. Thankfully this corset was a style that had hooks as opposed to laces that must be tied up. I slowly unhooked the corset, and reaching my arms behind, I began working the hooks and eyes, until finally the last one was done.
I looked at the white thigh stockings, and looked at the panties. I slowly stepped into the panties, pulling them up past my calves, past my knees and thighs, until finally they came to rest at my hips. I smoothed them out over the curve of my hip, and then sitting down, I slowly pulled on a thigh high stocking, slowly rolling it up my leg, until it stopped at my thigh. I then attached the garter straps to the thigh high, and quickly moved to the opposite leg to do the same.
I slowly put on my high heels, stood, and walked to the mirror. I looked at my body, noticing my long legs -my legs making up nearly 3 feet of my height of 5'10". I saw the curve and swell of my breasts, and turning around I could see the small of my back and realized how perfectly curved my lower back was. I looked at my hips and waist, and for a moment I remembered how I use to be overly critical of my body. My waist is notably smaller and my hips are notably bigger. I stood looking at my reflection, wondering if my husband would find delight in my body and hoping he would fulfill the desire that I long ago thought had been destroyed.
I suddenly heard the phone ringing in the living room, which interrupted my thoughts, and I quickly went to answer it. "Hello? Yes. Oh? Well yes, but today is my wedding, and the deposit for the limo has already been paid! Yes, I understand, Thank you." I let out a sigh of disappointment as I hung up the phone.
For the first time today, I was upset. Due to the snow, the limousine company chose to suspend operations, but would refund all of our money. I quickly called my fiancé and told him the problem.
"Well that's okay, I'll just call one of the groomsmen who lives close to you to come pick you up so we don't ruin the tradition where I can't see you before the wedding." he replied.
"Okay thank you!" I said, and ending the phone call, I quickly returned to getting ready. I went and put on my pearl necklace, my diamond earrings, and then my garter.
Once again I looked at myself in the mirror, an image of all white -save for my creamy pale skin, my soft lips that resembled the color of a raspberry, the vivid satin purple rose on the garter, and for the first time I noticed my blue eyes, had turned a bright aqua color.
My eyes often reflect my moods, and I wasn't quite sure why they were now bright aqua. I was disappointed about the limousine issue, but somehow I knew that wasn't the reason for my change in eye color.
