**Confessions of a Posh Girl: A Marriage, Lost Panties and a..

**Confessions of a Posh Girl: A Marriage, Lost Panties and a Best Man - PART 1 -** Quite a few years ago I was asked to be the Maid of Honour at a family friend's wedding! As a Maid of Honour, my responsibility was to ensure everything ran smoothly, from coordinating the speeches to keeping an eye on the bride's personal belongings. During one of these moments, after assisting the bride with her dress in the bridal suite, I realised something was missing. I had been so focused on my duties that I had completely forgotten about my own personal belongings. Slipping into my dress, I checked myself in the mirror. It was sheer, with slits on either side that revealed my thighs, hugged my ass and clung to my curves perfectly. I felt beautiful, but my joy quickly turned into panic as the sun shone through the window onto me. I looked down and noticed that the dress was a lot more sheer than I had realised. It was clear that you could see what was hiding between my legs. My pussy was trying its best to be the star of the show! If you had been looking closely enough, you'd even be able to see my landing strip. I had bought a lacy white thong specifically for this day, and I was sure I'd packed it. I spent the next 5 minutes frantically searching through every bag in the room, but I couldn't find it anywhere. How could I have misplaced it on such an important day? I was reluctant to burden the bride with my pussy problems, knowing she was already stressed and nervous, and I also ruled out asking for someone else's panties since the other girls were already seated outside. I had no choice but to come up with a plan to hide the situation. Desperation set in as I thought on my feet. I grabbed the bouquet, intending to strategically position it to conceal any potential pussy wardrobe mishaps. Hoping that no one would notice, I held onto the bouquet tightly, praying that it would be enough to keep my pussy hidden. With my heart racing and a newfound determination not to reveal myself to everyone, I composed myself and joined the other bridesmaids outside. As the ceremony began, I walked down the aisle, doing my best to maintain composure and keep the bouquet placed as low as possible. It was a summer wedding, so we were outside and the breeze almost knew my missing panties situation. It was taunting me with each gentle blow, lifting at the corners of my dress and showing a little more thigh than I'd hoped. I could feel the weight of the secret I was carrying, hoping that no one would catch on and the wind wouldn't reveal what was between my legs. I stood at the altar, nervously clutching my bouquet and positioning it as low as possible. Looking around the crowd, I noticed the best man kept stealing a glance in my direction. Was it the hint of my thigh that caught his attention? or had he caught a glimpse of my pussy that was getting wetter at the thought of getting caught? Whatever the reason, I found myself enjoying his lingering gazes and smirks as he looked me up and down. I couldn't help but imagine countless different scenarios of us fucking. I thought about his hands wandering under my dress and my legs parting for him, his fingers spreading my pussy lips and sliding over my clit. I wanted him to grab my hair in his hands and push me to the floor then guide my head to find his throbbing cock. I imagined my tongue licking from the base to the head and opening wide to take him into my mouth. I heard his moans in my mind as he pushed his cock further into my mouth while I stroked his shaft in unison. I wanted to straddle his cock and feel him inside me. The thought was driving me crazy! I was undeniably wet for him. I was suddenly brought back to earth as the guests rose to their feet, erupting into applause. I'd spent so much time fantasising about him that I'd missed the 'I do's!' My horniness knew no bounds it seemed. I repositioned the bouquet lower as we began our descent back down the aisle, my pussy getting wetter with every step. The ceremony proceeded without a hitch, and as we made our way through the reception, all I could think about was the best man. It seemed my improvised solution had worked, and nobody had noticed my wardrobe malfunction, but I hadn't accounted for the feeling of ever-growing wetness between my thighs. Nonetheless, I focused on fulfilling my duties, doing my best to ensure the bride's special day remained flawless, all the while secretly counting down the minutes until I could discreetly find a way to stop my pussy from getting even wetter. By this point, I'd already had a few drinks, and as the lightweight I am, I could feel it going straight to my head. The drinks only made me hornier, and the thought of the best man looking me up and down wouldn't leave my head. He was attractive, confident and looked like the type of guy who could pick me up in his arms and throw me onto the bed. I began fantasising about him finding me in his bed, me spreading my legs and his mouth finding my pussy. I glanced around the room to try find him, and there he was. Looking at me from across the room. At first, I brushed it off as mere curiosity, but as the day progressed, his gaze lingered a little longer, with his smile becoming more playful... Part 1: https://onlyfans.com/622073358/lana_reid Part 2: https://onlyfans.com/632869813/lana_reid