Arousing Leigha Ch. 01

At those times his mind would wonder. As it did that night.

If anybody had approached he would have to quickly put the item in his hand away. There's no way he could explain it away.

Not a white satin thong. Brandy's white satin wedding thong.

He sat very quietly and gently ran his fingers over the material. Always, as he was doing it, his mind wandered back to that night ten years ago. That unforgettable night.

He knew Brandy very well yet didn't know her at all. He had seen her dozens of times on the sidelines of the high school basketball games, ones of which he never missed. He was the Falcons basketball team's biggest fan. Like the other girls, she was picture perfect. Slim body, the perfect mounds protruding from her chest bouncing with her movements, perfect hair, perfect everything. But actually, as attractive as she was, she didn't stand out from the other five girls. They were all beautiful.

What made Brandy different was her personality. She was very outgoing, extremely nice and friendly to everyone and a real pleasure to be around. Despite their age difference, the two of them danced together often at barn dances and the like.

She was also sultry to the point of being mischievous. It wasn't so much that she was a big flirt. It was more that every time she walked away your cock was hard and, for some reason, you thought that you were just on the verge of having some of that. Actually, you knew in fact it was out of the question.

It was strange, but it seemed to happen to him every time. He often wondered if every male who came in contact with her felt the same. Probably not. Most likely it was just his runaway imagination.

As was normal for pretty young girls in the county, she went fast. Two years to the night after graduation she walked down the aisle with an absolutely wonderful young man that anybody would want as a son or son-in-law. Jason was a great kid, hard working and on his way up. He was just short of a college degree and insisted on paying his own way. Dusty had hired him a couple of times for summer work and you couldn't ask for better.

Their wedding was much like others in the area. Large in attendance, small in extravagance. Folks didn't have a lot to spend on weddings here. In a rare move, Dusty acknowledged the event and attended. Dressed in his best hat and a western style jacket, he turned a few heads himself.

Not like the bride, though.

She was in a word, astonishing. Dusty thought she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. After the vows and before the reception, she did what seemed to be all the rage then and changed into a different bridal dress that was more comfortable and easier to manage. Instead of the long traditional gown, this was very short and super sexy. Whether that was the intent or not could be questioned. The final outcome was that she looked sensational.

When Jason took off her garter to throw it, he didn't have to move that hem up at all to get to it. The top of her sheer white thigh high stockings was barely covered by the hem of the dress and everybody around easily got a glance of her tanned thigh protruding out of the stocking. You could see the men react to the sight. It was pure sex.

After the wedding Dusty went to a small bar for thirty minutes then headed out to the far side of the ranch. It was wild country back there and there had been problems with wolves for a while. Besides, after the events of the evening he felt like being alone.

About ten miles out of town his headlights hit a car on the side of the road. He would have stopped anyway because it could be thirty minutes between cars out there. But when he saw the flash of a short white dress his heart lurched. Something was wrong with Brandy and Jason!

When he pulled up and stopped he found different. Something was wrong with Jason. And was it ever! He was down in front of the car just heaving, throwing up everything including his heart, it sounded like. The nice groom had taken in a little too much champagne.

Brandy was crying softly, wringing her hands together.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

Dusty spoke softly, calming her down, and found out what was going on.

They were "sneaking" out of town to an old cabin way back in the hills that had been converted to a high dollar bed and breakfast. Dusty knew the owner and had spent many nights there, never alone. The problem was that it was still ten miles away on a rough road and she was almost as high as Jason. Neither was in condition to drive. Their parents should never have let them leave the wedding.

There wasn't much choice. He was going to have to leave his truck and drive them on to the cabin. He could always pick up his truck later after they called him on their cellular phone for a ride home. Brandy begged him to keep it secret.

It took a few minutes and a few stops to accommodate Jason before he could get them there but they made it. Among abundant and profuse apologies from the couple, Dusty helped Brandy get Jason on a bed where he immediately passed out.

Brandy was beside herself, fretting away about the situation. Dusty could tell she was as much disappointed and ashamed of their situation as she was scared. He took a few minutes to calm her down, letting her know that the worse was over. Jason was off the road and sleeping. The rest was up to his body and it would take care of that, probably before the night was over but definitely by the next day.

"Oh, you still have your honeymoon night somewhat intact," he laughed. At the same time he was totally aware of her proximity. In her carelessness not only was that short white dress doing a terrible job of concealing her breast spilling out of a tiny bra but also she was giving him frequent glimpses of white panties. Tanned bare legs protruding from the top of white stockings was abundant.

And as he knew, she was two sheets to the wind herself. How was he going to walk away and leave the two of them as they were? He couldn't, but they were on their wedding night!

Brandy resolved the problem for him.

"Can you stay for a while? Maybe to see if he wakes up?"

He couldn't say no. Then, there came a little surprise.

She came out with a bottle of wine and two fancy glasses.

"My Grandmother gave this to me and said I needed to have some on my wedding night for luck. He can't have it. Will you drink a glass with me?"

He started to tell her she was already well past the point of needing additional alcohol but thought better and nodded. It was her wedding night and he wanted her to remember it forever. And he would be part of that memory.

"Sure, it would be an honor."

He popped the little cork for her and they sat on a swing seat on the front porch, looking into the darkness. There was a pale light coming out of the living room onto the porch and the moon and stars were out. It was a beautiful night.

After a few minutes she either relaxed and saw the humor in it all or the additional wine did the job. She loosened up and started to laugh as they spoke.

"It's beautiful out here tonight. Just as I imagined it. Too bad old dummy in there drank too much."

"Don't be too tough on him. You've got a really wonderful guy in there." Dusty was giving her good and honest advice.

"Yeah, I know." She shrugged her shoulders up and giggled when she said it, much like the schoolgirl she still was.

When she did both breasts almost spilled out of the top of her dress. There was obviously nothing of substance holding them in and very little room for error.

His cock lurched. Normally, he wouldn't see a hard cock as being a problem. Tonight was different. He didn't think it was such a good idea for him to be sitting or walking around with it sticking out of his pants.

She certainly didn't pick up on it. Brandy was really, really starting to unwind, not from just the day but from the months of preparation. She felt good, she knew she looked good, and at least she had a really attractive and nice person to get her through the evening until her dream guy woke up in there.

Through it all, she shivered.

Dusty said, " Do you want me to get a cover?"

"No, I'm okay." But as she said it she moved over against him a little. Whether or not it was intentional, he couldn't tell. It just happened.

Was it a reflex or was it a conscious move? In a very natural way, Dusty's arm went out and around her, his large rough hand landing on her upper arm.

She shivered again and moved in closer. Then, as if nothing had happened, they began to talk. Nothing of importance or deep thought but more or less just chatter about the wedding, the people there, and the couple's future.

Dusty was as accommodating and talkative as he could be with his heart pounding and his cock lurching. By this time she had somehow snuggled in against him as if they were on a date to a drive-in movie.

Neither may have known when it actually happened. It went from a slight movement of his large hand up and down her arm to a light, light teasing of his fingertips over the bare flesh.

By then Brandy was very much in her own world. The day, the wine, and the soft thoughts of what were to come in the future put her in a mood that could hardly be fouled. She enjoyed Dusty's light touch and the warmth it provided. Her eyes closed slightly and she let her mind drift.

So did Dusty's fingers. Carefully, they drifted slowly over to her left breast. Effortlessly, his experienced fingers slowly entered the top of her dress, sliding down smoothly as if they had a will of their own. The nothing bra she had on was more of an invitation then an obstacle to his roving fingers. Under the circumstances it took no time to find his target. Mission accomplished!

With very little effort he was gently rolling a hard nipple between his fingers. At first there was a slight stiffening of her body, then a noticeable relaxation. What was obviously missing was any protest.

Dusty did a quick inner check within himself. Was he going to do this? He didn't exactly know how far he could press with this but would he abandon any moral issues he would normally have under the exact circumstances?

Maybe he wouldn't have gone any further. Maybe he would have stopped at only massaging that one nipple. Maybe.

If she hadn't let out a tiny moan.

Oh, it was there. No doubt about it. It was small but it was very distinguishable. Through her sleepy stupor she had reacted to his touch. Her voice voted "yes" to his touch.

Carefully, not to overreact to her, he gently cupped her breast under the bra. This time it was Dusty letting out a little sound. My God, it was so full, so firm! If he had ever thought before that they were perfect, he now knew for sure.

He began a gentle massage. In her heavenly stupor, Brandy could feel it. It's just that she didn't bother to distinguish from who it was coming. It just felt nice...nice and warm, nice and gentle. Just like her wedding night should be.

Maybe just a reflex from the soothing mood, she moved her hand up and covered his. Not to remove it, but more as a solid support gesture, letting "him" know that she was under the influence of his touch.

Dusty sucked in his breath again. This was where the men got separated from the boys. Men knew what to do right then. Boys didn't. It was that simple.

Now, the moral factor was another situation altogether. This was very fickle. We're talking about taking a young bride on her wedding night. And evidently, at least a little bit with her cooperation. Exactly how far would this be allowed before somebody came to her senses?

The old saying is right.

"A hard cock has no conscious!"

Slowly, very warmly, very sensitively, Brandy felt knowing fingers touch her knee. It didn't faze her, didn't alert or alarm her in any way, as they slowly circled and literally inch-by-inch moved up her leg.

It took Dusty five minutes before he even got to the top of her stockings. When he finally did and his fingertips hit bare skin, they both sucked in. His hands lurched a little. There was a definite spastic reaction from her.

Brandy knew fingers were there. The little circles, the tiny kneading of her supple skin, it was all in her mind. Her brain picked it all up. Nothing was missed as far as the touch. Who was providing the touch was of no concern to her in the fog she had allowed herself to enter.

Finally, the anticipated touch. The one he was waiting far, the one she would either react to or react against. That tiny little wisp of fingertips up and down her white covered channel.

She moaned again, this time a little louder than before. And there it was. What Dusty was looking for. The little thrust of the pelvic, pushing her pussy against his hand.

Slowly, he increased the pressure, the speed. Each time she scooted in a little closer to him, emitting little mewing sounds. She was feeling good and she wasn't hiding it from anybody.

The search, the decision, the move. His fingertips softly and slowly slipped under the leg band of her thong, delving into her wet mound. It was no surprise when the knowing, experienced fingers found her clit it had quickly changed from just a clitoris to a swollen, hardened clitoris. A bunch of nerves that would, at least for a short while, void all other senses of reality.

Brandy was already there. Not that there had been any inhibitions in the past few minutes anyway, but now all she could think of or feel was the touch. It was if she were floating on a cloud of pleasure. She wasn't sure of, and didn't care to recognize, the source.

Dusty moved slowly, drawing pitiful little moans out of her as he slowly and skillfully manipulated her clit. This was old stuff to him. Many women had groveled and reacted to his touch. Yet, his heart was racing as if there were no tomorrow and his cock was painfully stiff in his pants.

As she mewed softly and began making those little tell-tell circles with her hips, he knew he had to make a choice. This whole thing was a time related bombshell and he knew it. There was no way she was going to stay this way forever before she reacted in an entirely different way or, worse still, a hung over husband wandered out the door. And for sure, any orgasm was going to cut it off.

He made his choice. This would be what he remembered.

Slowly, without removing his hand from under her dress, he slid off the seat and slipped his head down. Slowly, methodically, he used his free hand and his head to push the short skirt up until it was to her thong.

When he removed his hand for a second, Brandy gently moaned disappointment. She hardly recognized the thong slowly moving down her legs because that wasn't the sensation she was looking for. She was fully concentrating on the nerves between her legs.

She was well rewarded. Softly, knowingly, an experienced mouth slowly ascended her leg and a tongue replaced the gentle touch of his fingers. A warm mouth followed, covering her clit while a tongue slipped in and out of her wetness.

A mouth that for over a period of fifteen minutes consumed her, body and soul. Once she was totally caught up in it, once she had slipped past any real chance of reversal, she totally released to him.

Loud moans, grinding hips begging for more as strong hands reached up and roughly manipulating her sensitive breast through their confines, all of it consumed her.

Dusty was caught in a world of supreme eroticism and absolute fear. This was going way over the edge and it could easily collapse on him. He just couldn't seem to stop. He was like a drunk with a new bottle of cheap whiskey.

When it happened, it happened fast. All at once she started grinding her hips real hard against his face then froze in place for a few seconds, her hips elevated off the seat.

"A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h," just poured out of her. If Jason were awake at all he would have heard it inside.

The rotating hips became thrashing hips. Then the shudder. The long, stomach-convulsing shudder that tells it all. If it weren't over it now it would be soon.

Dusty regretted it but he made the decision. He took his head away and moved back, pulling her dress down as he went.

Then he waited for her to recover, which was a certainty.

He was right. Her hips continued to writhe for a while and her breathing was ragged but inside a minute she was starting to stir around as if coming out of a coma and looking for her surroundings.

"Wow!" she smiled weakly at him. She felt like she had just woke up from an extremely erotic sleep. She hoped he couldn't tell how she was tingling all over, how her pussy was so wet and on fire.

She was embarrassed that he was there, watching her with such interest.

"I must have passed out for a while. I'm sorry."

He was surprised she didn't hear his sigh of relief.

"No, no, you were fine," he assured her.

He quickly palmed something in his hand. There had been no time to do anything about it. She would be mighty concerned about finding her wedding thong lying on the seat or porch floor. He'd have to take the chance that later she just wouldn't be able to find it and not know what happened to it.

About that time they both heard a tragic moan from inside.

"My hero is awake, " she said lightly. She said it with love, not irony. Dusty envied him so much!

Dusty knew it was over and he was looking to leave. Just as he was set to walk away she walked up to him and put both hands high on his chest. She pulled him over and gently kissed him on the mouth. It may have been gentle but it was lingering, a full five seconds, and it went straight through him like a lightening bolt. It had been a long time since he had reacted to a kiss like that.

"Thanks for taking care of us. It's not great tonight but we still have tomorrow. It's not very often any more that a groom gets to take a virgin on their wedding night. We'll get it right!"

Dusty sucked in his breath, mumbled a thank you, and walked out into the darkness. His hard would stay that way for a long time.

"Oh, my God," he thought to himself. "What if I had tried to take that all the way?"

Instead, what he had left was satin panties. The thong was as real as his memories.

And so it was. As it happened so many years before.

As he sat on the porch that night he fingered the white satin and thought of Leigha. The beauty of her, the soft personality.

He couldn't help but wonder. Could he make it as special as Brandy?

He could. It would just take a while.