Softail Curves III (7 page)

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This may not have been how I envisioned my wedding day when I was growing up but I wouldn’t have had it any other way now. Sheila and I were in the ladies room, finishing getting ready. We had teased our hair bigger than usual, wore far too much make up and were helping each other get dressed. Our dresses, maybe costumes was a better term, were complex but sexy as hell. Sheila was in red and I was in white. Each of us had on a lacy bra, panties and garter belt set, stockings with seams up the back and matching lace fingerless gloves that went to our elbows.

Over that, we secured two leather dresses,
mine white and Sheila’s red, that in no way covered our stocking tops or hid our cleavage. The leather high-heeled thigh boots that matched the dresses completed our outfits but that’s were Sheila took over. She had me draped in shiny chains, wound around my body and locked in place with padlocks. She had a white dog collar around my neck and would lead me out to the main bar on a leash. The judge was in on her plan and would present Dutch the keys to my chains after the ceremony.

It was all in fun but my parents, especially my mom, were going to die.
They were nice enough when I introduced them to Dutch earlier but I could tell they were hesitant and even more put off by the venue. I knew I was going to get a lecture at some point but I hoped Dutch and I could sneak out of the reception before she had the chance to corner me today. On the other hand, Dutch’s mom was a sweet woman, not that my mom wasn’t sweet or my dad wasn’t a good guy, but she was a lot more accepting. She thought the whole idea of getting married at The Oasis was a fun idea.

A knock came at the door and Dutch’s mom, Suzie, poked her head in.
“We’re ready if you are. Oh, my goodness, you both look so beautiful. Is that a collar and leash?” she announced.

“Yeah, like it?” I asked her.

“This is so much fun,” she replied and then asked, “Should I tell them five minutes?”

“No, were ready,” I told her.
I was nervous but it was more excitement than trepidation. I was so thrilled to be doing this, so excited to become Mrs. Harold “Dutch” Van Der Burg. I was shaking and felt as if I might explode. We heard the guitars begin to play the Wedding March. It was time to go. “You better be ready to catch me if I pass out,” I told Sheila.

“You’ll be fine, Shauna,” she told me and then we hugged.
After a moment, we parted and she tugged my leash. “Let’s go freak your mom out,” Sheila said. I laughed and it took the edge off slightly but I was still shaking.

“
I need a drink,” I said. Sheila smiled and out we went. The live band paused and then began the Wedding March again as I appeared out of the hallway. This time they played louder and with much more feeling. Sheila nodded at me and began to walk down the narrow isle created by our guests. The bar smelled of whisky and leather. I loved it.

Dutch and Locke were both in full leathers, their boots polished and both in black t-shirts and leather vests covered in embroidered patches.
I was almost disappointed Dutch didn’t have a half-naked woman on his t-shirt but later I found out he did. She was on the back. The judge, a fellow biker, was dressed in a similar fashion, but he wore a white button down with a bow tie under his leather vest.

Dutch grinned as I followed Sheila and he saw the leash.
Locke’s eye went big and he began to laugh. The guests murmured and camera flashes went off around us. My mom closed her eyes and shook her head. For some reason that made me smile. As we approached Dutch at the makeshift altar, a folding table with a red and white checkered tablecloth, Sheila handed the leash to my surprised father. He took it after a moment but he looked a little uncomfortable. I smiled at him as we took our places.

“It’s all in fun, dad,” I said.

“OK, you look beautiful. Strange, but beautiful,” he said.

“Thanks!” I replied and then hugged him.
The judge cleared his throat as we parted.

“Dearly beloved...,” he started off.
I didn’t hear half of it. I clearly remember the judge asking who was giving me away and my dad replying before awkwardly handing the leash to Dutch. I took my place next to my soon-to-be husband and don’t remember much else beyond exchanging rings and saying, “I do.” It was a blur but a pleasant blur.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” the
judge said and then handed Dutch the key, “You may kiss and then unlock your bride.” Dutch laughed and I giggled. Sheila was crying and I think Locke shed a tear too. Dutch kissed me and brought me out of the blissful haze. Was I really married? Oh my God, this was not what I had dreamed of as a girl but it was still perfect. The judge asked us to face the crowd.

“I’m thrilled to present Dutch and his old lady
, Shauna,” the judge said loudly and the guests cheered. My mom was shaking her head again but my dad seemed to be getting into the spirit of things. He hugged me and my mom followed his lead though she seemed distant. Whatever. I wasn’t living my life to please Becky anymore and I wasn’t going to worry about pleasing my mom either. She’d have to get over it. Besides, we were just having fun.

We drank, ate barbeque and danced.
I even got Dutch to dance with me, though he was awkward at best. My dad danced with me and he told me my mom was happy for me but was having a hard time showing it. I guess I knew that but what was the big deal? On the other hand, Dutch’s mom, Suzie, was much more relaxed. She danced with anyone and everyone, including me and several leather-clad bikers.

“I wish Dutch’s dad could have been here,” I told her as we danced.

“He is. In spirit. He was always proud of Dutch and he would have loved you,” she said. I hugged Suzie.

“Thank you.
If only my mom was as accepting,” I said.

“Don’t worry, after you and Dutch leave, I’ll work on her,” Suzie told me.

“You have fun with that,” I replied and we both laughed. We passed on much of the traditional reception activities preferring to just hang out, drink, eat and dance. Everyone was having fun but this was for the guests. Dutch and I had our own celebration planned. We were just going home but I felt like Dutch had some kind of surprise for me.

“You might want to go soon.
You should warn your mom too,” Shelia said.

“Body shots?”
I stated as much as asked.

“At the least.
I don’t want you getting too drunk at your own reception. Dutch has plans for you,” Sheila told me. I wanted to do it all, stay and get drunk, do body shots, whatever, but I also was eager to be alone with my new husband. I could party with our friends anytime. I was also curious about what Dutch had planned.

“What do you know about it?” I asked suspiciously.
After her little surprise last night on Dutch’s behalf who knew what Dutch had planned and what part Sheila had in it.

“Nothing, I swear,” she said but I wasn’t sure she was being genuine.
It didn’t matter. Sheila was my best friend besides Dutch.

“I am anxious to be alone with my husband...God, I love saying that,” I told Sheila.

“You go gather him up and I’ll let everyone know you’re out of here,” Sheila said and then reminded me, “And warn your mom. I don’t want her death from shock on my hands.” I smiled and did as she said. I told my mom and dad that things were likely to get rowdy and I was leaving anyway and then I grabbed Dutch.

“It’s time, daddy,” I told
Dutch as he was talking with a few buddies.

“I’d love to stay and talk, but...,” Dutch told his friends.
They nodded knowingly and before we left them, Dutch introduced me, as if I’d remember all the people I’d met at the reception. They wished us well and then we made ready to leave. There were seemingly a million people to hug on the way out but finally Dutch and I made it outside and to his waiting Chevelle. It was too cold to ride the bike, well for me anyway.

The guests showered us
with birdseed as we dashed to the car and before I knew it, we were on the highway. My new husband and I were alone. Dutch reached over and took my hand, something he couldn’t do on his Softail. I missed holding on to him as we rode and the wind in my face, but in my wedding outfit I would have frozen to death.

“Mrs. Van Der Burg,” Dutch said.

“I like that. I’m so happy, Dutch. Thank you for not giving up on me,” I said.

“That would be impossible.
I couldn’t if I wanted to. You’re everything to me. You’ve made me complete,” Dutch said. I tried really hard not to cry, especially with the heavy makeup I was wearing.

“I love you, Mr. Van Der Burg,” I replied unable to say much more.

“I love you too, Shauna,” he said and squeezed my hand. We drove the rest of the way home and when we got there, Dutch insisted on carrying me over his threshold. I wanted to stop him, but I resisted the urge. I wasn’t that big and he was more than strong enough. Inside the office, he set me down and took my hand. He led me through the office but instead of taking me upstairs, he turned towards the shop. “I need to show you something,” he told me.

“What?” I asked excitedly.
Dutch led me into the shop and flipped on the lights. There sat a bike I’d never seen before. I managed the shop now and I knew what bikes we had in the shop. “What is that?” I asked suspiciously.

“
Your wedding gift,” Dutch told me.

“Uh...how did you...where did it come from?” I stammered.

“I’ve been stashing the parts at Locke and Sheila’s place for the last few weeks as they came in. The bachelor party was more of a build party. Sheila kept you plenty busy so we could build it and bring it over here this morning,” Dutch said.

“So, that's what you meant when you said she was keeping me busy last night?”
I asked.

“You liked it didn’t you?” Dutch replied.

“Um...yeah...a lot,” I said and then went to the bike, “It’s beautiful!” I walked around the motorcycle admiring the craftsmanship and all the hard work. It was a Softail like Dutch’s bike but I could see the motor wasn’t as big. In fact, the whole bike was smaller like Sheila’s was. The gas and oil tanks were a sparkling purple with pink pin striping. The frame was a deep purple, the bike was covered in chrome parts and the seat was rich brown leather with exquisite stitching including my name. In short, it was a work of art.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet.
You really stayed up all night building this?” I asked and Dutch nodded. I climbed on the bike and it felt perfect. “But I don’t know how to ride,” I said.

“We’ll teach you,” Dutch said and came to me.
I threw my leg over the gas tank and sat sidesaddle. Dutch knelt after pulling the key to my chains from his jeans and unlocked me. I could have easily slipped out of the small chains, but that wasn’t point. Dutch set the padlocks aside and then unchained me. “You don’t have a chastity belt under there do you?” he teased as he set the chains on the ground.

“No, just panties,” I
replied. Dutch ran his strong hands up my stocking clad legs and to the apex of my thighs. My dress barely covered my panty-covered mound and Dutch moved to pull my panties aside. “No, just rip them off,” I said. Dutch grasped my panties and tugged. They gave way, as designed, and Dutch tossed them aside.

“You’ve thought of everything, dear,” Dutch said.
Dear? That made me smile.

“Yes, I have, daddy,” I replied.
I reached around my body and unzipped my leather dress. The zipper ran from top to bottom and once I had it unzipped, it all but fell off. Dutch growled as he watched me remove my bra. The rest was staying on, the stockings, garter belt and boots. Dutch’s hands slid up my body and he kneaded my breasts as he lowered his head and gently licked my pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath as his warm tongue hit my soft flesh.

“Are you going to take me here?” I asked.
I still wore my collar but the leash had disappeared soon after the ceremony. Dutch pulled it from his jeans pocket and clicked it onto the collar.

“
I’m going to take you wherever, whenever and however I want,” he said and pulled the leash bringing my lips to his.

“I’m counting on it, daddy,” I replied
as we parted. Dutch got to his feet and pulled me along behind him. Upstairs we went and Dutch led me to our bed. Our bed, not only his anymore. I waited on the edge of the bed as Dutch undressed. My God, he was so sexy. As he revealed his hard, muscular body, I felt my pussy warm and swell with need. As he stared at me with his sexy blue eyes, I could feel his desire. I glanced down at my curvy body and I saw myself as Dutch did.

I was sexy and desirable.
So what if I was big, overweight, plump, fat, whatever you wanted to call it. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care what everyone thought. I only cared what my husband thought and he loved me for who I was. He loved my lush body and my soft curves. The way he looked at me made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. That’s all that mattered.

Dutch came to me and pulled me to my feet with the leash.
I enjoyed being at his whim and the leash only reinforced the fact he was in control. He pressed his lean body against me and wrapped me in his arms. I felt so loved, so safe with Dutch. How did I get so lucky?