It was a Thursday, a month before my wedding date. I had arrived at the wedding boutique to get my final alterations on my gown. The staff was incredible as always. From the moment I entered I was ushered around and waited on, hand and foot. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The clerk even remembered my name as I entered.
"Hi Emma, welcome back!" The young woman excitedly remarked.
I'd just come from the gym, I was honestly almost militant about my weight. The dress was going to fit perfectly even if it killed me. I'd showered and put up my hair at the gym but it was honestly just a hasty ponytail. I just needed to get through this, I was starving and needed to eat.
"Right this way Emma... let's get you fitted." A warm invitation from the manager.
The manager then took me by the arm, I was ushered to the back room and instructed to strip down to my panties and heels so we could take final measurements. I happily complied and neatly piled my gym clothes and shoes on the chair. Inside my duffel bag I'd brought my white heels and bridal lingerie to ensure the perfect fit, under my dress.
I took my time ensuring the designer white lacy panties with a thong back, thin white stockings with side straps, and my brand new Louboutin heels sat exactly right. I couldn't believe how sexy I looked. I stepped onto the platform the sat in front of three connected mirrors, allowing me a good view of my front and side profiles. I'm not sure if it was the cool air or just loving how good looked but almost instantly my nipples had swollen hard and were throbbing.
Finally the alterations/dress designer came in, Daniel was so fun and sweet. Immediately he went to work and had me laughing and joking. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly when I heard a tear. His face showed his panic and I couldn't help but do the same. He quickly removed the dress, his fingers working quickly yet deliberately.
"Don't worry... give me a minute, I'll be right back. Just... s-stay right there, sweetheart" Daniel said, his voice stressed.
A moment later he was gone. I couldn't help it, the stress and anxiety were almost crushing. I could feel tears beginning to well up. Now considering if I should call my fiancé, Tyler, I heard the door creak open. my heart raced, Hoping Daniel was already back. I looked over and heard a new voice.
"Oh... excuse me missy... just came to empty the trash." The kind low tone was calming, from the stranger.
The voice came from an older man, around his late fifties, African-American, wearing some slacks and a white button up shirt with a black tie. He stood in the door way seemingly asking for permission to come in. I felt odd saying no despite my C cup bust being on display, along with my bridal lingerie.
"Oh... um, please feel free to come in. It's ok... I'm waiting for Daniel anyways" I awkwardly replied.
This was only adding to my panic. My cheeks felt hot as I'm sure they became bright red. My hands slowly shifted to cover my breasts and pussy, I didn't want it make it any weirder but my hands moved without even thinking.
The older-gentleman came in, seemingly taking his sweet time. He strolled around and began to empty the small receptacles into a slightly larger one. I sniffled softly and took breath, obviously catching the man's attention. i felt his gaze looking up at me as he worked.
"Everything... ok, young lady?" he asked in a warm soft tone.
It felt genuine and sweet as he moved closer. He moved slow, almost like he was approaching an unfamiliar dog. yet his eyes were devouring my backside.
"Oh.. y-yeah there's something wrong with my dress.. I'm sure it's fine." I said, struggling to sound like a believed it.
There was a frog in my throat and it was getting worse now that i was thinking about my dress again. I took a deep breath and felt the man's presence as he stood right beside me. He wanted to comfort me it seemed.
"Oh, well these people here are good at what they do.... Uh did you know your strap is undone?" He said inquisitively shifting his head down.
I looked down and saw the strap that was supposed to connect my lingerie to my stockings had come undone. Before I could move the man had slipped his glasses from his head to his eyes. Suddenly I felt the other hand, his fingers lightly clenching the back of my thigh just under my ass.
"Let me get that for ya" He said a bit louder with a matter of fact tone.
I could feel myself uncomfortably looking around the room and back down at him. His hand felt dry and rough yet warm as he leaned in closer, his breath splashing against my leg. His dark complexion was a stark contrast to my pale skin. the other hand came down from his head and began pulling the strap up as he examined the clasp. I was about to tell him I'd take care of it, my hands instinctively lowering when he cut me off, mid sentence...
"Oh, I can do th-" I chirped.
His voice seemed to boom over mine. He'd begun tugging at the stockings and pulling down at my panties.
"Aren't you a bit young to be gettin hitched young lady?" the stranger said sternly,
almost like a father.
