After work I headed immediately to a small sex shop and made a few purchases. Continuing to Amanda's apartment, I met her as she was leaving. We kissed quickly and she told me to go in and make myself comfortable as she was on her way to pick up our bridal gown. I went in, closing the door behind me. This was the first time I'd been alone in Amanda's apartment and I immediately headed to her bedroom to do something I'd always wanted to do. I peaked through the delicate lace curtains of her
room and watched her drive away. Safely alone, I went to the dresser and started snooping. Everything in the drawers was neatly folded. Carefull not to disturb anything, I searched through all the clothes I'd seen her wear so many times. Nothing interesting turned up so I continued on to her dressing table. It's drawers contained mostly socks and a few functional items of underwear, cotton bras and sports bras. There where also some
cotton panties. I was very dissapointed at not finding any of her nice lingerie and sighed in disgust. My gaze turned to the large antique armoir in the corner. Trying the handle, I found that it was locked. I started to panic as I looked wildly around the room for a likely hiding place. My eyes stopped at the bed. Some time ago I remembered her talking about ways to hide things from intruders. I went over to the bed, knelt down and began sliding my hand under the mattress. Jackpot! My held touched a small metal object and I withdrew an antique key. I almost leaped to the armoir and fumbled with the key in the lock. The lock turned smoothly and I slowly swung the double doors open. I was rewarded by the view inside. Satin covered hangers held a forest of silk, organza, satin, and lace delicacies. Beautiful camisoles, half slips, full slips, night gowns and other glimmering bits of intimate wear hung neatly. I brushed my hand gently across the items, thrilling at the sensuous feel of the material.
There where several drawers on one side which I opened and inspected. I found dozens of beautiful bras, panties, tap pants, garter belts and stockings. The armoir was the repository of Amandas REAL lingerie. I beamed proudly knowing that I had bought a lot of it for her. My darling had revealed that she loved delicate white lingerie and I had greeted the news with glee. I explored the contents the drawers for a few moments, then turned to the cuboard in the opposite lower corner. It had a single door that opened smoothly. With the door open, I stood transfixed...there was Amandas bridal lingerie and shoes arranged on a white satin pillow as if on disply. Two huge black dildoes, complete with testicles, where laying half inside the crotch opening of the sheer panties. Taking care to remember it's exact position, I slid one of the massive objects out and held it up. It was quite heavy and on closer inspection I decided that it was not really a dildo but a sculpture. It had been carved from black marble. The sculpture was highly detailed, including a vast network of bulging veins and the delicate folds of skin just under the head. Even the testicles had been rendered true to life. My hands trembling, I put the sculptured penis back as I had found it. It came to me that this was a shrine to black penises. I imagined my darling Amanda kneeling in front of the display, stroking the sculptures with one hand while stroking herself with the other. After a few moments I reluctantly closed the cuboard followed by the double doors of the armoir. After locking it, I put the key back where I had found it and straightened up the bed ruffle. I turned to the closet doors and opened them. Her regular clothes hung on one side. The other held numerous items of lingerie too long to fit in the armoir. There where at least twenty elegant night gowns and negligee's. Most of them where white and at least half of them where of various sheer organza's. She also had numerous long evening gowns. Most of them where far too daring to wear in public and I thrilled at the thought that these where for her lovers eyes only. On the floor where dozens of sexy shoes. They ranged from pumps to sandals in many delectible styles. Amanda loved to sew and she had obviously made herself a collection of stunning clothes to wear to bed.
I'd been hard since discovering where she hid all her fine lingerie and remained that way as I stood in front of the closet, one hand carressing the negligees and gowns, the other rubbing myself.
After a few minutes spent contemplating the gorgeous 'play clothes',
I realized that Amanda would probably be returning soon. I closed the folding doors and headed out. Thinking that I should'nt leave anyplace unsearched, I opened the drawer of the night table. Inside was another penis sculpture. This was made of black glass and as detailed as the two in the armoir. It had a wide base and I could see Amanda placing it on the night table when she went to bed. While some people had crusafixes in their homes and bedrooms, my darling bride-to-be knelt in front of these penis sculptures while saying her prayers. Beside the object of my fiancees worship where two glass bottles in clear wrapping. Through the wrapping I could see that the stoppers had soft brushes attached. I grinned like an idiot thinking of what I had bought at the sex shop. Amanda must have obtained these through the mail since she never would have gone into a sex shop to purchase items like these.
I closed the drawer and headed back into the kitchen. Putting the water on to boil for tea, I took a bag out of my jacket pocket and set it on the counter. Once the water had boiled I made a pot of tea. Taking a mug I went into the livingroom and sat down. I idly leafed through the pile of bridal magazines as I awaited my sweetheart. I did'nt have to wait long.
Fifteen minutes later I heard the door open and I went to meet her. Amanda had a huge white garment bag over her shoulder and was grinning broadly as she came to me. She kissed me warmly then asked,
"Would you like to see it honey?"
With an evil grin I replied,
"Nooo...I'd love to see it Amanda."
Amanda giggled then said in a softer voice,
"Why don't I put it on my dress form so that we can see it properly."
"...and why don't we bring the form into your bedroom so that we can see it in it's proper surroundings." I added with a slight grin.
Amanda blushed and lowered her eyes demurly. Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, I went into the spare room where Amanda did her sewing. The dress form stood in the middle of the room with it's head attached. It was fairly light and I picked it up easily. Entering Amandas bedroom I saw that she had the bag hung on the closet door and was unzipping it. I set the dress form down near the bed and went over to help my lovely fiancee.
She slid the bag off of the gown and I sucked in my breath through pursed lips. Amanda and I grinned knowingly at each other then unhooked the hanger and went over to the dress form with our bridal gown. Slowly and lovingly we dressed the form, taking our time with arranging the shimmering satin gown. The train was almost twelve feet long and very wide. It took the both of us, working on either side, to lay it out smoothly. As I stood back to admire the gown, Amanda took another bag from the bottom of the garment bag and pulled out the veil. It had been folded over numerous times then rolled up from the bottom. I watched in fascination as my darling pinned the crystal tiara to the forms head then began unrolling the veil. When fully out, it extended three feet past the end of the train and was wider than it. Amanda and I moved around straightening out the veil. Finally, we stood in front of the gown admiring it. I reached to the head and pulled the front part of the veil to let it fall over the front of the forms head and chest. Amanda and I had an arm around each other as we gazed at the gown of love. The skirt was many layers of lace and satin, arranged in wide drapes with bows and ribbons at each gathering. The waist was low with a form-fitting bodice. It was quite daringly low-cut but numerous lace appliques and sheer organza gave an air of modesty. A high lace neck, full sleeves and huge shoulders made the gown that much more elegant. small sequins, pearls, and crystals glittered everywhere. The veil was a shimmering organza decorated with petite appliques and a wide band of fine lace around the edge.
"I can't imagine what your going to look like in it,...a satin princess." I whispered to Amanda. Her arm tightened slightly around my waist. Suddenly I remembered my recent purchase. I let my arm slip from my fiancees waist and whispered into her ear,
"I bought some accessories for our gown sweetheart, back in a second."
I trotted into the kitchen and opened the bag, withdrawing a gift wrapped box the size of two coffee mugs. I went back into the bedroom and snuggled up to Amanda from behind. My arms where crossed over her waist with the gift box in one hand. Turning her head to look at me, Amanda
whispered,
"What did you get sweetheart? Something for us?"
room and watched her drive away. Safely alone, I went to the dresser and started snooping. Everything in the drawers was neatly folded. Carefull not to disturb anything, I searched through all the clothes I'd seen her wear so many times. Nothing interesting turned up so I continued on to her dressing table. It's drawers contained mostly socks and a few functional items of underwear, cotton bras and sports bras. There where also some
cotton panties. I was very dissapointed at not finding any of her nice lingerie and sighed in disgust. My gaze turned to the large antique armoir in the corner. Trying the handle, I found that it was locked. I started to panic as I looked wildly around the room for a likely hiding place. My eyes stopped at the bed. Some time ago I remembered her talking about ways to hide things from intruders. I went over to the bed, knelt down and began sliding my hand under the mattress. Jackpot! My held touched a small metal object and I withdrew an antique key. I almost leaped to the armoir and fumbled with the key in the lock. The lock turned smoothly and I slowly swung the double doors open. I was rewarded by the view inside. Satin covered hangers held a forest of silk, organza, satin, and lace delicacies. Beautiful camisoles, half slips, full slips, night gowns and other glimmering bits of intimate wear hung neatly. I brushed my hand gently across the items, thrilling at the sensuous feel of the material.
There where several drawers on one side which I opened and inspected. I found dozens of beautiful bras, panties, tap pants, garter belts and stockings. The armoir was the repository of Amandas REAL lingerie. I beamed proudly knowing that I had bought a lot of it for her. My darling had revealed that she loved delicate white lingerie and I had greeted the news with glee. I explored the contents the drawers for a few moments, then turned to the cuboard in the opposite lower corner. It had a single door that opened smoothly. With the door open, I stood transfixed...there was Amandas bridal lingerie and shoes arranged on a white satin pillow as if on disply. Two huge black dildoes, complete with testicles, where laying half inside the crotch opening of the sheer panties. Taking care to remember it's exact position, I slid one of the massive objects out and held it up. It was quite heavy and on closer inspection I decided that it was not really a dildo but a sculpture. It had been carved from black marble. The sculpture was highly detailed, including a vast network of bulging veins and the delicate folds of skin just under the head. Even the testicles had been rendered true to life. My hands trembling, I put the sculptured penis back as I had found it. It came to me that this was a shrine to black penises. I imagined my darling Amanda kneeling in front of the display, stroking the sculptures with one hand while stroking herself with the other. After a few moments I reluctantly closed the cuboard followed by the double doors of the armoir. After locking it, I put the key back where I had found it and straightened up the bed ruffle. I turned to the closet doors and opened them. Her regular clothes hung on one side. The other held numerous items of lingerie too long to fit in the armoir. There where at least twenty elegant night gowns and negligee's. Most of them where white and at least half of them where of various sheer organza's. She also had numerous long evening gowns. Most of them where far too daring to wear in public and I thrilled at the thought that these where for her lovers eyes only. On the floor where dozens of sexy shoes. They ranged from pumps to sandals in many delectible styles. Amanda loved to sew and she had obviously made herself a collection of stunning clothes to wear to bed.
I'd been hard since discovering where she hid all her fine lingerie and remained that way as I stood in front of the closet, one hand carressing the negligees and gowns, the other rubbing myself.
After a few minutes spent contemplating the gorgeous 'play clothes',
I realized that Amanda would probably be returning soon. I closed the folding doors and headed out. Thinking that I should'nt leave anyplace unsearched, I opened the drawer of the night table. Inside was another penis sculpture. This was made of black glass and as detailed as the two in the armoir. It had a wide base and I could see Amanda placing it on the night table when she went to bed. While some people had crusafixes in their homes and bedrooms, my darling bride-to-be knelt in front of these penis sculptures while saying her prayers. Beside the object of my fiancees worship where two glass bottles in clear wrapping. Through the wrapping I could see that the stoppers had soft brushes attached. I grinned like an idiot thinking of what I had bought at the sex shop. Amanda must have obtained these through the mail since she never would have gone into a sex shop to purchase items like these.
I closed the drawer and headed back into the kitchen. Putting the water on to boil for tea, I took a bag out of my jacket pocket and set it on the counter. Once the water had boiled I made a pot of tea. Taking a mug I went into the livingroom and sat down. I idly leafed through the pile of bridal magazines as I awaited my sweetheart. I did'nt have to wait long.
Fifteen minutes later I heard the door open and I went to meet her. Amanda had a huge white garment bag over her shoulder and was grinning broadly as she came to me. She kissed me warmly then asked,
"Would you like to see it honey?"
With an evil grin I replied,
"Nooo...I'd love to see it Amanda."
Amanda giggled then said in a softer voice,
"Why don't I put it on my dress form so that we can see it properly."
"...and why don't we bring the form into your bedroom so that we can see it in it's proper surroundings." I added with a slight grin.
Amanda blushed and lowered her eyes demurly. Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, I went into the spare room where Amanda did her sewing. The dress form stood in the middle of the room with it's head attached. It was fairly light and I picked it up easily. Entering Amandas bedroom I saw that she had the bag hung on the closet door and was unzipping it. I set the dress form down near the bed and went over to help my lovely fiancee.
She slid the bag off of the gown and I sucked in my breath through pursed lips. Amanda and I grinned knowingly at each other then unhooked the hanger and went over to the dress form with our bridal gown. Slowly and lovingly we dressed the form, taking our time with arranging the shimmering satin gown. The train was almost twelve feet long and very wide. It took the both of us, working on either side, to lay it out smoothly. As I stood back to admire the gown, Amanda took another bag from the bottom of the garment bag and pulled out the veil. It had been folded over numerous times then rolled up from the bottom. I watched in fascination as my darling pinned the crystal tiara to the forms head then began unrolling the veil. When fully out, it extended three feet past the end of the train and was wider than it. Amanda and I moved around straightening out the veil. Finally, we stood in front of the gown admiring it. I reached to the head and pulled the front part of the veil to let it fall over the front of the forms head and chest. Amanda and I had an arm around each other as we gazed at the gown of love. The skirt was many layers of lace and satin, arranged in wide drapes with bows and ribbons at each gathering. The waist was low with a form-fitting bodice. It was quite daringly low-cut but numerous lace appliques and sheer organza gave an air of modesty. A high lace neck, full sleeves and huge shoulders made the gown that much more elegant. small sequins, pearls, and crystals glittered everywhere. The veil was a shimmering organza decorated with petite appliques and a wide band of fine lace around the edge.
"I can't imagine what your going to look like in it,...a satin princess." I whispered to Amanda. Her arm tightened slightly around my waist. Suddenly I remembered my recent purchase. I let my arm slip from my fiancees waist and whispered into her ear,
"I bought some accessories for our gown sweetheart, back in a second."
I trotted into the kitchen and opened the bag, withdrawing a gift wrapped box the size of two coffee mugs. I went back into the bedroom and snuggled up to Amanda from behind. My arms where crossed over her waist with the gift box in one hand. Turning her head to look at me, Amanda
whispered,
"What did you get sweetheart? Something for us?"
