As the wedding date got closer the pace got more hectic. So many arrangements and tasks to be completed, social commitments to fulfill, would it ever be done?
After three years Rick and I were to be married. The guest list had been sent out and I was scheduled for my final fitting of my gown. The church and hall booked and our honeymoon trip to Cancun booked. What could go wrong?
Marylyn Wardle, my maid-of-honor, had arranged a girls' night out a week before the wedding. She planned for us to go to the Fox's Den, a local male strip joint.
Eight of us made the trip to the Den. It was a wild night, too much booze and no inhibitions.
I ended up sucking one of the dancer's cocks and letting him cum in my mouth, I don't even let Rick cum in my mouth! Luckily I was able to keep my panties on.
It was Tuesday night and I was at Maxine's to pick up my wedding gown. Maxine is a colored dressmaker who had come highly recommended to me. Max lived in a ramshackle bungalow in the north end of town.
The single mother helped feed her children by doing dressmaking in her home. She had a young daughter and an eighteen-year-old lay-about son to support.
Tyrone was a six-foot hunk of a man. Already fully developed and a school drop out. Maxine had been trying unsuccessfully to try to get him to get a job and help out but his only interest was girls.
I had been kind of aroused having Tyrone around when I was being fitted for my dress. I would be standing in only my bra and panties when he passed through the room. I noticed him staring at me and knew he would like to see more.
"Mom's not home, she will be back soon if you want to come in and wait?" Tyrone informed me.
Damn it! She knew I was on a tight schedule. I had to have the dress so I went in to wait.
"Do you want to try your dress on while you wait?" Tyrone asked.
Perhaps I could save a bit of time, "O.K."
I followed Tyrone through to Maxine's sewing room. He took my dress from the closet for me to try on. Instead of leaving the room he slouched into a chair to watch.
I was wearing a blouse and pair of slacks. Anticipating the try-on I had on my frilly underwear and a pair of thigh-high stocking held up by a virginal white garter belt.
Tyrone watched intently as I removed my blouse and slacks.
My bra was only a half-bra barely covering my nipples and my panties not much more than a g-string. Tyrone was mesmerized as he looked at my semi-naked body.
I knew my panties were sheer enough so he could make out my neatly trimmed pubic hair beneath. Carefully I slid the gown on over my head.
As the gown fell around my body Tyrone stood and approached me to help straighten the dress on me.
Tyrone's attention seemed perfectly natural under the circumstances. I looked in the full-length mirror as he fussed over my dress.
