So I have a new crush, and I think she's going to spend the evening with me this weekend at the Ren Faire we both work at, in my RV. She's a blonde! And 15 years younger than me! Yikes! Skinny, too. Not boney, but skinny. Nice hips though. Long hair too. I love long hair.
She won't be able to stay overnight, though---too many eyes and too much idle gossip at a Ren Faire to risk that. Still...I'm all fluttery about it.
We'd been flirting and teasing and passing small touches and kisses, and it was driving me nuts, so I decided to "make a move" (I still don't know if she's queer or not). Fortunately, the perfect set-up fell right into my lap:
One of the scores of big-breasted women at Faire was going on and on about her big breasts---as the unobservant ones do (big breasts are as common at a Ren Faire as B Cups at the Mall)---and my crush said, rather dryly, that she didn't have breasts, but managed all the same.
At which point I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, pulled the soft cup of her bra aside, and kissed her right nipple. Then, buttoning up her blouse, I said:
"Sorry...you definitely have breasts...I checked".
She blushed, but then asked if I was going to check her hair colour next? I said "No need", and ran my fingers over the pale, soft line of hair below her belly button. That got an even deeper blush, but also an order to "sit" and a finger pointing beside her. So I sat!
And now....???
She won't be able to stay overnight, though---too many eyes and too much idle gossip at a Ren Faire to risk that. Still...I'm all fluttery about it.
We'd been flirting and teasing and passing small touches and kisses, and it was driving me nuts, so I decided to "make a move" (I still don't know if she's queer or not). Fortunately, the perfect set-up fell right into my lap:
One of the scores of big-breasted women at Faire was going on and on about her big breasts---as the unobservant ones do (big breasts are as common at a Ren Faire as B Cups at the Mall)---and my crush said, rather dryly, that she didn't have breasts, but managed all the same.
At which point I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, pulled the soft cup of her bra aside, and kissed her right nipple. Then, buttoning up her blouse, I said:
"Sorry...you definitely have breasts...I checked".
She blushed, but then asked if I was going to check her hair colour next? I said "No need", and ran my fingers over the pale, soft line of hair below her belly button. That got an even deeper blush, but also an order to "sit" and a finger pointing beside her. So I sat!
And now....???
misterei:
GIRLS...have all the fun-