The lovely Ms. Gretel Herzog, standing at 5'4" and weighing a mere 117 lbs., had met her fiancé Tom Manning in college and the wedding date had been planned for just over a year following their graduation and getting gainful employment. The bride-to-be had obtained a degree in Occupational Therapy and was working at the new Rehab Hospital.
Under hypnosis, the bride-to-be advised that her wedding plans included her staying at the honeymoon suite from two nights before the wedding day, advising that she needed to keep her composure as her mother was rather hyper and would definitely put her into a frantic state is she remained had home.
Immediately following the Thursday night wedding rehearsal and dinner, Gretel planned on checking in at the hotel. With her cousin working at the front desk of the hotel, everything had been arranged and she was given her cousin's employee rate, thus making it quite cheap for her to relax for that two nights and a day before the wedding.
Everything should already have been arranged and Gretel was leaving things in the capable hands of her good friend who was serving as the wedding coordinator. If all worked out, just a few phone calls would be needed to the people assigned to various tasks, then Gretel could just relax and get ready for the big event.
With the wedding scheduled for Saturday night. With makeup and wedding gown brought in a van at the time of her check-in early that Thursday afternoon, Gretel hung up her beautiful wedding gown and veil, making sure that everything was spotless and perfect for the wedding.
Things went perfectly at the wedding rehearsal at the church, followed by a nice dinner for the wedding party and out of town guests at an elegant restaurant, then her fiancé escorted her up to the honeymoon suite before he left to join up with the best man and guys serving as ushers. But after Tom had seen her to the door and was walking out of the hotel lobby, a well-dressed black man folded up the newspaper and got up from his chair to make his way towards the elevator.
Hearing the knock at the door, Gretel merely thought that Tom had forgotten something, but she called out first as she had not seen anyone from the peephole. Gretel froze and went numb, unable to think rationally after hearing the male voice on the other side of the door responding with "Tyrell Cosby! I'm here to pop yer cherry before yer wedding day, Miss Herzog!"
Unexplainably, Gretel undid the security chain and opened, turned the lock and opened the door to admit the stranger on the other side. Then she was looking up at a big muscular black man who towered more than a foot over her. She could only watch in silence as the man then took the sign off the back of the door knob, putting the 'Do Not Disturb!' sign onto the front of the door.
Door was being locked and chained, and then the black stranger smiled at her to ask "Ya brought yer wedding gown with ya, Miss Herzog?" As she nodded a 'yes' response, she was advised to "Go put on yer wedding gown and model it for me, honey!"
Walking to the bedroom as her heart pounded in her chest, Gretel wondered 'Why am I doing this? Why am I going to model my wedding gown for this strange man?'
But she went into the bedroom, stepped out of her beige heels and began to unzip the brown dress she had worn to the rehearsal; Gretel asked herself 'Why did I allow him in? Who is he?'
Questions going unanswered as undid her bra clasp to remove the garment, not needed as the wedding gown was strapless and had one built-in, Gretel then sat on the chair to roll her white hose on. She donned the gown, and then stepped into her white heels that had been placed in the closet. Once the veil was pinned on, she then walked towards the doorway leading to the living room area to model her wedding gown.
Entering the living room, Gretel saw that her unknown guest had helped himself to bar and poured himself a drink. "Ah, yes... beautiful... just beautiful, Miss Herzog! Come here, honey... put your leg up on the couch here... so's I's can be the one to peel the garter belt off!" she was told.
Doing as she had been told, Gwen could not believe she was being so unladylike in lifting her right leg up and placing her heel down upon the leather cushion next to where her unknown guest was sitting.
She shivered in feeling the large calloused hands caressing her calf before sliding up her leg, going up under her wedding gown that she herself was holding up to allow Mr. Cosby to get to the prize that he was after. Gretel shivered and trembled when the man's fingers went past the garter belt that she wore for that purpose, shuddered as thick fingers grazed over the crotch of her lacy white panties.
