Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 2

I was getting the more nervous the less time was left before the meeting. How would she react when she saw me? Would she cry out? Would she still be angry? And would she have talked to mum already?

I tried to move these thoughts away and concentrate on my preparations.

Well, I did not have very much to do. My tuxedo was already waiting, hanging on my sleeping room's cabinet. My shirt was ready as well as the shiny dark red satin sash, which all men should wear. This was an idea of my mother, not mine. And it did not only concern me but my father and my future father in law as well.

I took it from the small box and played a bit around with it. It did not really feel like "real" satin fabric used for blouses and dresses. But the smooth sensation on my skin was not that bad.

And then I asked myself an important question: What should I wear underneath the tuxedo?

I have a huge collection of satin panties, which I really enjoy wearing. I have nearly all imaginary colors and forms. Sometimes, I also wear a satin bra during the day – but only when I wear a sweater above it – certainly not a good decision for today. I will wear a white T-shirt underneath my white shirt.

After some minutes and very exciting "manual" browsing my panties drawer, I decided to wear white satin panties. Not the tightest ones, of course. They would cover everything of me and were capable to cover a somewhat erected penis as well. Just in case I would need them, I put a replacement pair of panties on on pocket of my black trousers. I once was so excited during a festival that I got wet without ejaculation. I would be able to exchange the panties on the loo at a glance.

I was ready for the big moment half past eleven. I checked the dark red satin sash again, checked the little bulge in my trousers and admired the guy in the large mirror. I looked good and I went downstairs to meet the others – and Katie.

My breath caught when I saw my sister wearing her wonderful wedding gown. It was even more beautiful that I could imagine yesterday seeing it hanging over the wires. It was made of wonderful shiny satin and had a 10 yards long train. Hem of widely floating skirt and the train was made of lace.