Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner (Part 3)

This just spurred Ngozi on, she wanted to make him cum in his trousers before she left. “It’s a p…p…perfect fit.” Femi stammered, as his eyes roamed over her, burning with disguised lust. Busty Ngozi’s night with the bridal shop owner [Part 2]

“So what do you think?” Ngozi turned around slowly allowing Femi to take in every angle of her beautiful physique, in the elegant bridesmaid dress. She had of course noticed his current state of arousal, he wasn’t hiding it too well.

This just spurred Ngozi on, she wanted to make him cum in his trousers before she left.

“It’s a p…p…perfect fit.” Femi stammered, as his eyes roamed over her, burning with disguised lust.

“You don’t think it’s to tight at the front?” Ngozi gently squeezed her huge breasts together, causing them to swell up, showing off the deep groove of her cleavage. Femi’s eyes bulged in their sockets, he could feel the sweat begin to bead on his forehead. Damn! Is she trying to give me a high BP? He thought.

“No, n…not, a…a…at all.” He mumbled. His hand once more found its way to his massive erection under the desk.

“Oh good” Ngozi teased. “There is one more thing I’m worried about though, is my pantyline visible? You can’t see it can you?” Ngozi took a step closer to Femi and turned around.

This was the final straw for poor Femi. He couldn’t believe what was happening, he let go of his throbbing dick, before it went off in his trouser. His lips began to tremble, as his eyes swept over her bare back, and down to the most amazing round buttocks he had ever seen, the purple silk material of the dress fitted her like a second skin.

It took all his will power not to reach out a hand and pinch it. Just above this delicious ass, he could indeed make out the outline of her undies.

“Oh lawd” he breathed the words, unable to hold them in.

“What was that?” Ngozi asked knowingly. “Can you see anything?”

“I um…well um…there is errr…it’s very faint.” Femi’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

Ngozi turned back around. “Oh that’s a shame, I guess I shouldn’t wear any panties at the wedding then.” She giggled, the smile lit up her face.

Femi coughed, if he didn’t know any better he would have thought Ngozi was flirting with him, but there were no chance on earth that a girl this sexy could be attracted to a fat fool like him. He still smiled intensely however, his chest felt like they were on fire.

After a moments silence when it appeared to Ngozi that Femi was at a complete loss for words, she carried on. “Is Oge’s Wedding dress here? Could I have a look at it?”

“Absolutely! I’ll just run and grab it.” Femi was pleased at the change in conversation. Any more time thinking about a pantyless Ngozi, could have led to a sticky situation in his trousers. He got up awkwardly shielding his erection and hurried out the back to get the dress.

He came back swiftly, carrying the dress, slipping it out of the protective jacket as he went. It was Ngozi’s turn to let out an astonished gasp. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, purest white, with a strapless corset bodice of satin, overlain with a flowery lace pattern, which spiralled around it.

This design continued down the full length of the dress, which flowed outwards like a shimmering river of silk.

“It’s gorgeous.” Ngozi sighed, running her hand lightly over the lace patterning.

“It is indeed. Oge is delighted with it.” Femi seemed more composed now. He went to gather it back up but Ngozi stopped him.

“Feel free to say no, I know it’s naughty, but could I try it on?” Ngozi bit her lip teasingly, awaiting his response.

How on earth could he say no? How could any man so no to anything this beautiful girl asked of them? He knew that the wedding dress might not fit Ngozi however. He had met Oge and although they were roughly the same height and shape, she didn’t have assets anywhere near as large as Ngozi’s.

“By all means, but please be careful with it.” Was this a bad idea? Maybe it was, but Femi was actually desperate to see how it would look on her.

“Thank you! Thank you! Don’t worry I’ll be very gentle with it!” She made her way back to the changing room with the long flowing dress wrapped over her arm.

Momentarily forgetting about her flirting game, too wrapped up in the beauty of the dress, she pulled the curtain all the way across, much to Femi’s disappointment.

Moments later however he heard her voice calling to him.

“I need a hand, could you come and zip me up?” Femi nearly tripped over himself as he hurried over.

“Shall I come in?” He spoke out.

“Yes come in, I can’t reach the zip.”

Femi pulled back the curtain. Ngozi stood with her back to him, holding up a few loose strands of her hair. Femi’s heart was thudding thunderously once more as he reached out a trembling hand and found the zip. He managed to tug it up halfway before it started to strain.

“You might have to breath in a bit.”

Ngozi sucked in a lung full of air, and after a bit more struggling Femi finally got the zip all the way up. He stood back and stared open mouthed at her reflection in the mirror.