Bridal Shower

The door clicked shut behind her as she hauled herself into the hotel room. The day had been so tiring, up early for hair and make-up. Her hands reached behind her back to pull at the lacing trying to free herself.

Her hands managed to untangle the knots and the dress shifted allowing her to take her first deep breath since she'd been bound into it. Her first look at herself in the mirror had reassured her she had made the right choice. The creamy ivory accented with purple swirls looked great against her skin. The plunged neck line of the dress emphasised her breasts.

Pushing the straps from her shoulders the heavy dress fell to the floor. As she had walked down the aisle her train glided over the floor. She stepped out of the ivory and purple pool.

She stood looking in the mirror on the dresser at herself. Long slender legs covered in thin silk stockings rose up to the black lace thong. The basque drawn apart by the suspenders holding the stockings to reveal her flat stomach, the sheer material of the basque seemed to float around her, cups held her breasts pert, straps rising up over her shoulders.

Pulling pins from her hair and a shake of her head let it tumble down her back in dark waves. She smiled at her own appearance, she had dieted for a year to look perfect for him. She turned her attention to the bathroom door. He escaped the lingering relatives earlier and was already running the shower.

She pushed the door open, he stood at the basin, jacket removed, bow-tie hanging down as limp strands. He turned his head to look at her, his shock at the bridal lingerie obvious on his face. She advanced quickly, bare feet on cold tile.

As his body turned to face her, her hands closed on his face and her lips pressed against his. Their first kiss as a married couple had been innocent, reserved. Their first private kiss as a married couple was passionate and hungry.

Fingers moved down to his shirt buttons, popping open one after the other. Her leg rubbed up the outside of his leg, his fingers ran up the silk to the suspender clasp. First the front then the back relinquished their hold. He dragged the stocking down her leg as she pulled open his shirt.

Reaching down he grabbed behind her stocking clad thigh lifting her up. She threw his shirt off his shoulders so it hung from his wrists behind him. Arms went up round his shoulders clinging against his chest. Her legs gripped round him. He let go of one leg at a time to fling the shirt to the floor before carrying her to the shower.

She was thrust backwards into the jet of hot water, instantly her hair was flattened to her body, the basque's material stuck to her skin. Relinquishing her hold around his neck she lent back against the tiled wall, the stream of water splashed onto her chest spraying water at both of them.

Her hands moved down to his belt, yanking it free she dropped it onto the floor of the shower, the leather shining in the water. Her hands forced the trousers down his hips, despite the material stubbornly clinging to him . They fell down taking his boxers with them to form a wet ring around his ankles.

Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving under the flow of water. His hands shifted up to her ass,  the silk stocking on her one leg too slippery for him to hold. With him holding her up, only her hands were free. She could feel him between her legs, pressing against the thin material of her lace thong.

Reaching between their bodies she pulled the wet material aside pulling him into her at the same time. She felt him push deep into her as she moved her fingers out from between their bodies. She moaned as she felt his shaft fill her. As he pulled back she could feel the wet material shifting with his movements, pulling against her skin.

Amongst the steam she felt her body heating up as he stoked the fire within. Her head lent back against the tile, face lifted towards the ceiling. He pulled her onto him as he thrust up meeting her body in a powerful surge, each thrust forced moans from her. The sound of the water splashing their bodies, mixed with her pounding heart and their heavy breathing, filled the bathroom.

Pushing herself from the wall her arms went round his neck pulling her against him. Her legs pushed further apart letting him force even deeper into her. Her lips locked on his and she felt her first orgasm as a married woman spread throughout her body, she shivered as it flowed over her, despite the heat.

His orgasm followed quickly, his body shook under the strain of holding her up while his strength drained from his muscles.

They sat in the large armchair in-front of a log fire with a large towel wrapped round them both. Their first day of matrimony drew to a close.

Word Count: 867
Written For: September 18th 2010 "The Weekly Quickie Contest" 
Prompt:
Picture of a couple in a shower