I [F] (almost) Masturbated While Wearing My Sisters Wedding Dress – Part 3

Before you read this, you should go and read parts 1 and 2, they’re pinned on my profile. I’ll try to keep this one brief…

After an earlier outing, the white lingerie that came with my sisters wedding dress was at the dry cleaners, with a pile of other things. I like to take care of some of my more expensive lingerie, so it doesn’t get washed at home.

My assistant was meant to collect it on Friday, but ended up having more important matters to attend to. So I collected it myself, while running a few other errands.

I was so excited to have it back, that I immediately found the nearest disabled bathrooms and changed into it. I was wearing a moderate dress, as I was planning on meeting my rather conservative mother later. I stripped out of everything I was wearing and put on the incredible white lingerie.

The delicate, almost invisible, stockings caressed my silky smooth legs. The tight suspender straps cling to my thighs and frame everything perfectly. And finally, the thong, once again turning almost transparent as it sticks to my increasingly moist pussy.

I admire myself for a moment, as I always do when I get dressed up. Turning this way and that, marvelling at the way my sisters thong vanishes between my arse cheeks. It’s a real shame I don’t have the super high heels or a buttplug with me, but my second favourite Louboutins do a good enough job.

Conscious of the fact that I have been taking up a disabled bathroom for quite a while, I grab my dress and zip myself back into it. From the outside it’s not so obvious that I have no bra on. But the satin lining of the dress caresses my nipples and feels divine!

I make my way home, it’s a very short walk, almost the same building. I can feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walk, the tops of the stockings sliding past each other. I drop off the laundry, hoping to have a few minutes to myself, only for my mother to inform me that she is waiting outside and that I walked right past her without even recognising her. I was fully preoccupied with the thought of being a slutty bride.

I contemplate changing into more practical heels, but disregard the idea and make my way straight down to where my mother is waiting in an uber. We spend the afternoon shopping, she buys us lunch, I buy things for work. She fills me in on the details of her friends social lives, I try not to die of boredom and make it obvious that I want to be at home stuffing toys in my pussy.

By the time she drops me back at home, I am practically shaking with excitement, I’ve spent the entire journey home planning which toys to use, which positions, how I want to make myself orgasm. It takes all my self control not to run from the car to my apartment. The lift ride feels like it takes 100 years to make its way to my floor.

I drop my shopping just inside my front door, not stopping to make sure it swings shut behind me – but listening for it locking. It closes – that is not where this is going.

As I head for the spare room where I left the wedding dress hanging, I unzip my dress, letting it fall to my ankles before stepping out of it. I stare at it for a moment, It’s been a while since I wore it.

I head to the bed and bring out the box full of toys that lives underneath it. I fish out one of my favourite princess butt plugs and a bottle of lube. Laying back, I lube the plug, then reach down and press it gently against my arse hole. It resists, as it always does. While I wait for my arsehole to relax and let the plug inside, my other hand moves to my clit, caressing it through the barely there thong.

As I press the plug against my arse and firmly rub my clit through the thong, it’s suddenly very overwhelming, The plug isn’t even inside me yet and I find myself rapidly losing control. Out of nowhere I orgasm unexpectedly. As I do, my arsehole relaxes and the plug slides inside, immediately increasing the intensity of the orgasm and making me let out a little squeal of pleasure.

It takes me a moment to come down from such an intense high. My heart is pounding and my breasts heaving as I fight to catch my breath. Im a little shocked, I wasn’t expecting such a violent, instant reaction. However, it was incredibly enjoyable! I was a little annoyed that the freshly cleaned thong was dirty already.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tkdggf/i_f_almost_masturbated_while_wearing_my_sisters