One of the inevitable
side effects of getting older is that you seem to attend more and more funerals
with every passing year, which is ironically just part of life, but for Peter
St George funerals had always had a profoundly erotic effect upon him ever
since the incident that occurred on the morning of his grandfather’s funeral in
1963 when he was just 15 years old.
They were all staying
at Mornington Manor, the home of the St George clan, and it was a full house so
he took the chance amidst the hustle and bustle to sneak into his 20 year old
Cousin Julie’s bedroom while she was having a bath so he could go in her
handbag and pinch a couple of cigarettes.
But she finished in the
bathroom sooner than he anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for
stealing he hid in the wardrobe instead.
He was hoping she had
just forgotten something and wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom
so he could escape, but she didn’t so he just waited and watched her.
She was sitting on the
bed as she dried her long brown hair which was very boring and he thought about
stepping out and confessing but then she stood up and he watched her as she
turned her back to him and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath
sheet but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view, which
was very sensual.
Peter carried on
watching in fascination until the moment she turned around and threw the towel
on to the bed and he saw the first naked woman of his life.
His eyes were like
saucers as they were drawn first to her breasts, and their associated
adornments, which were even more amazing than he had imagined, and then he
moved onto the parts he hadn’t imagined at all.
Peter continued
looking at her as she began to dress, first she put on her black suspender belt
around her narrow waist and then pulled on a pair of black silk French drawers.
Cousin Julie did each
item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative
audience.
Next she sat on the
bed and pulled on the first of her seamed black stockings up her long slender
leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts hung
voluptuously down and then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the
process for the second stocking.
Cousin Julie stood up
after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at him and
smiled before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy
contraption.
And when she had
finished fastening her bra he saw the image to which every woman would be
subsequently compared for the rest of his life.
The addition of an
under slip did not diminish his appreciation of her but when the dress went on
he knew the show was over.
Peter had to continue
to wait in the closet for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing while
she applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could he
escape his hiding place.
As he got to the door
he looked back towards the wardrobe and he could see the reason he thought she
was looking at him and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a
full-length mirror.
That day stamped a
mark on him that lasted a lifetime and now whenever he sees a woman in Funereal
Finery he gets aroused.
He never forgot that
day and try as he might he never found anyone to come anywhere near matching
what had become his ideal.
But then on his 24th
birthday he finally realised that they weren’t Julie.
So one year later
after that realisation Peter and Julie were married at St Winifred’s church in
Mornington and he had finally found his ideal woman.
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