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Here cums the Bride

I was working as a bell hop at the Grand hotel when they came wandering in, I say wandering but they actually stumbled in and barely made it to the reception desk. "Mrs winter and Mr winter checking in please" said a blonde haired mature lady in a white wedding dress, as she did her best to hold up her new husband who was clearly very d***k and barely conscious. "Yes here we are the bridal suite" said Jenny behind the desk. She then waved me over and I quickly went out to the car to get their suitcases before showing them up to their room. As we stood in the elevator heading to their floor Mrs winter propped her husband up against the door with a sigh, where he began to snore. "Well this is great start to our marriage" she said. "Happiest day of my life, my arse" We quickly got to the floor and as the doors opened Mr winter fell forwards onto the floor. "Oh for god sake" she grumbled. "I'll get him Mrs winter" I said dropping the bags and picking up Mr winter. I then threw him over my shoulder and strolled towards the bridal suite. "Well aren't you a strong one" smiled Mrs winter watching me carry her husband. I quickly got to their room and once I had opened the door I stepped inside the expensively decorated room. "I'll put him on the bed" I said heading for the king size bed. I quickly dropped the grey haired old guy on the big bed and then went to retrieve the bags. On returning to the room with the bag Mrs winter was sat on the edge of the bed looking rather glum. ...

... "Here's your bags" I said cheerfully. "If you need anything else the reception number is on the phone just press the button and ask" "Wait!" she said as I was about to leave. "Would you mind helping me off with my shoes?" she asked holding a stocking clad foot out dressed in a white heeled shoe. "Err... okay" I replied not use to such an unusual request. So I quickly knelt at her feet and started to undo the straps on her shoes, gently easing each one off I couldn't help but glance up at her shapely stocking covered legs and briefly looking up at her I began to realise how young and attractive she looked for a older woman. "Thank you" she smiled "But before you go, would you mind massaging my feet for a minute? they're really aching after a day in those shoes" "Well...okay" I replied then taking hold of one of her stocking covered feet I started to gently rub the sole. "Oh yes that feels good" she sighed. I gently caressed her small dainty feet and after a few minutes I switched to the other foot. "Oh you are good" she sighed lying back on the bed. As she lay there in front of me her dress had raised a little and as I raised her foot to continue massaging it I could see up between her legs to the top of her stockings and a hint of the bare tanned flesh beyond. After another minute or so Mrs winter was breathing steadily before she looked up at me. "Are you looking up my dress?" she asked. "No, no I wasn't, I swear" I said quickly looking down at her foot. Then Mrs winter raised her ...