“No, that’s fine,” Cynthia replied, noticing that her robe was not where she’d left it, hanging from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. Instead, she found one of the satin chemises she’d bought especially for the trip, this one brilliant scarlet in color, with white lace trim around the hem and bra cups.
“I hope you don’t mind that I put that out for you either,” June said. “I think a bride-to-be should have something sexier to wear than a dumpy old robe. Besides, I can’t wait to see you in it.”
Cynthia couldn’t help by smile at the little twinkle in June’s eyes. Being a good sport, Cynthia slipped into the chemise as June watched, the shiny satin feeling cool and delicious against her skin. She wriggled as she fit her big boobs into the soft-fit cups of the chemise, noticing that June was almost drooling as the satin fabric clung to her curves, her full breasts making the cups strain, her nipples protruding right through the tiny triangles of material. The chemise had a sexy slit over one thigh, and Cynthia saw June eyeing her thighs hungrily as she smoothed the bottom down, the hem ending just an inch or two below her pussy.
“Now, that’s definitely better than that robe,” June said, purposely fanning herself. “Whew, is it hot in here, or is it you?”
June’s words made both of them laugh, Cynthia’s massive breasts jiggling and wobbling invitingly.
“All right, sit down here in front of the mirror and I’ll get to work,” June said as she pulled a small stool out from beneath the counter for Cynthia to sit on.
The women enjoyed another cool spritzer as June worked on Cynthia’s hair. Cynthia couldn’t believe how talented June was with the few tools she had to work with. Less than a half hour later, she had Cynthia’s flowing locks pinned up in a loose chignon at the back of her head, slender tendrils of hair trailing down here and there to lick at Cynthia’s neck sensually. Cynthia was thrilled at how elegant it was, and how sexy she looked once June was finished doing her makeup. The woman was a wonder, doing Cynthia’s eyes in exotic bronzy tones of eye shadow that looked captivating with the mascara and eyeliner she’d put on. June finished off by applying a thick glossy coat of brilliant red lipstick, which Cynthia thought turned her mouth into an enticing red gash, perfect for a hard thick cock to plunge into. Cynthia loved it, loved everything June had done for her.
A tap at the door made Cynthia turn. “I wonder who that is?” she asked.
June turned and checked the clock on the wall. “Right on time,” she said as she stepped over and opened the door.
Cynthia watched as four black men entered the room, all of them dressed in the usual white golf shirts and khaki shorts she was used to seeing from the resort employees. “What’s this?” she asked.
“Well,” June started, “this all happened so fast that we didn’t have a lot of time. I felt bad not being able to give you a proper bachelorette party. So, Robert and I arranged a special present for you.” With that, June gestured to the four men, who were all looking at Cynthia hungrily as she sat there in her sexy chemise, her huge boobs barely contained within the shiny scarlet cups.
“I… I… Jim…,” Cynthia babbled out, unsure of what to say.
“Jim was all for it when Robert told him what we had in mind.”
Cynthia glanced that the clock as well. “But… but I’m getting married in just over an hour?”
“Then we better not waste any more time. Boys…” June said as she nodded to the men at the same time as she gestured towards Cynthia.
Two of them moved towards Cynthia and, less than thirty seconds later, she found herself on her back in the middle of the bed as the four men stripped off their clothes.
An hour later, June called a halt to the proceedings as Cynthia swallowed a load of cum at the same time as another guy flooded her pussy. In that hour, Cynthia had taken eleven loads from the four men, in each of her three holes. She’d lost track of the number of times she’d come herself, her body thrumming with pleasure from taking that many hard cocks into her in such a short time.
“C’mon, sweetheart, we’ve got to get you dressed,” June said as the last of the men closed the door behind them. “We haven’t a second to waste.”
Cynthia was in a daze as June got her up onto her wobbly legs and helped dress her. Cynthia had been too busy getting fucked to notice that June had used that time to do her own makeup and hair, as well as get dressed. She thought June looked fabulous in the emerald green club dress she’d chosen, along with the deep green high-heeled slingbacks she’d chosen to go with it. The short dress looked exquisite on June, her long legs and impressive bust shown off attractively.
June drew Cynthia’s new dress over her head and helped smooth it into place, making Cynthia smile as June’s hands took their time making sure the dress fit just right over Cynthia’s boobs and backside. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, she knew June was enjoying herself just as much as Cynthia was. June knelt down and slipped on Cynthia’s new strappy sandals, making Cynthia feel pampered beyond belief.
“Just let me touch your hair up a bit,” June said as Cynthia stood in front of the full length mirror. “Those guys kind of made a mess of things when they were fucking your face.”
Cynthia couldn’t believe how pretty she looked as she stared at herself in the mirror. June was right, the dress was perfect, accentuating every inviting curve and enticing valley of her lush body. Her braless boobs looked fantastic, making the fabric of the dress strain to contain them. She turned slightly taking in the sight of her bare back and full round bum, the smooth material hugging her plump rear end, and without panties, Cynthia thought it looked wonderful. The sexy high heels finished the outfit perfectly, making her legs look long and shapely. As June fixed the pins in her hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick, Cynthia thought she’d never looked prettier in her life, not even on her real wedding day twenty-five years ago.