"Bastion!" I could see she was bubbling with giddiness like I hadn't seen her in forever.
"Melissa!" A smile growing on my face as she waved me in, her feet drumming a beat on the tile floor as she did an excited dance.
"I finished it! I finally finished it!" The always lovely chubby gal looked a million times cuter like this, doing a happy dance. Her generous ass swinging around into view and wiggling entrancingly, as she pumped her arms in the air. "My costume! I got the last piece put on today."
I knew what she was talking about. There had been more than a few social media posts about it. Her and her husband were Renaissance Festival addicts. They made the hour drive both weekend days. They ate the good but overpriced food there. Drank the expensive booze that didn't even try to be good. They constantly upgraded their costumes. Melissa was switching from a generic peasant's costume to a "ranger". Which was more greens, browns, and a lot more leather.
"Well, lets see it." I asked, feeling a familiar guilty tightening up in my stomach from looking at her as I had been. Thinking about how god damned hotter she was all energetic like this, as opposed to the moppy Melissa I usually saw. "Where is Carl?"
"Oh, out." Almost a sneer on her face when she said it, immediately dismissing the very idea of him. They were having another fight. Buoyant Melissa came back right away reaching out to give me a shove. "Do you really want to see it?"
"Of course I do!" I did too, for I enjoyed the Faire a few weekends a summer myself.
My eyes flicked to her ass as she vibrated away. She was wearing tight black yoga pants and her ass, god her ass was amazing. Big bubble butt, that her tight pants at least, made look perfect. She was a plumpier girl than I was used too, but not in a bad way. Not to me. Dark black hair that she'd actually cut short this year, more modernly fashionable. The other modern affectation she couldn't get rid of was the glasses, but I thought she looked cuter with them than the month she'd tried and failed with contacts.
Carl: Don't bother coming over. I'm not there and I'm staying away for a couple hours. SHE is being a bitch again.
Carl's text informed me and I sighed. Almost putting it away before he sent me another, telling me it was the same old fight they always had. About money.
Carl: I'm out looking for another job.
Long story short on that? Carl was a great employee anywhere until summer came along. Then his long weekends in the sun, costume, and constantly being in his cups made him a crap employee on a Monday. Friday? Just as bad as he came up with reasons to leave because he was so excited to get the weekend started. It was hard to find a Monday through Friday job and he'd seemingly already burned through all of the local ones. Melissa was just as devoted and excited about Renaissance Festivals but she still held down her job. She slowly got upset the more money he spent during The Season, he always spent crazy amounts of money as it was but twice that during Ren Fest.
"Here it is!" She came out holding it up against herself the top on a hanger in one hand, the bottom in the other.
"That's awesome!" Reaching out to touch a few bits and bobs of it.
"What?" She asked seeing my disappointment even though I'd tried to hide it.
"Nothing, just... well I thought I was going to see it ON." A few blinks of her brown eyes behind those square rimmed glasses.
I worried that that sounded a little more pervy than I intended, even though I kinda did have pervy reasons for wanting to see her in it. I mean if you've ever been to a ren fest you know it's synonymous with shit loads of yon cleavage. Plus who didn't like an attractive woman in a medieval dress? So maybe all my reasons were pervy.
"Well, duh!" She slapped her own forehead laughing. Looking embarrassed for not thinking of it. Stopping after she turned and took a few steps away, giving me a look over her shoulder. A long searching look. "I'll be right back."
I nodded, once more feeling guilty at my own excitement. Being along with my best friend's girl while she was getting naked in the next room. Knowing he wouldn't return for hours. Knowing that he'd left in the middle of a fight, that Melissa was angry at him. Unable to help but think statistically if anything was going to happen, now was that time.
"Well? What do you think?" She asked in a husky nervous voice.
I turned around and could not fight my jaw from dropping open, my eyes roaming her hungrily. She was beautiful. Erotic. A brown and green ankle length skirt. A black leather corset with big brown buttons overtop a dark green lace blouse. All under a soft leather cloak. The skirt was divided so as she struck her dramatic "pirate" pose a creamy leg was visible to halfway up her thigh. There was not as much cleavage as I hoped but more than enough to make my mouth water. She turned around after a moment manipulating her cloak out of the way. Revealing the cut of the skirt was tight around her beautiful bottom, then flowing loose.
"Holy shit Melissa," Gulping loudly I tried to get a hold of myself, but saw it was too late. Her mouth battling between a shy smile and a scared frown. "That's so awesome. You made it yourself? It's perfect! It looks SO good on you. Like SO good!"
"I made the skirts, the blouse, and pieced together the rest." She motioned to her boots that she had not put on. "I didn't put on the boots because they take forever to lace up. My only issue is with my corset. It's just a little small."
"To tight?" Because it didn't look small to me.
"No," Cheeks turning red she looked away, then back. "It pinches my shirt. So... when I lift my arms over my head..."
"Oh," I wondered how there weren't more incidents of that at the fest, then guessed there was I just had never seen them. She saw the smirk cross my face, so I went with it. "We wouldn't want that now would we?"
The words did not anger or upset her. The corners of her mouth more sheepish smile than frown, her eyes flicking to me every few seconds. I stepped forward, running my fingers over the fabric of her cloak. Making little comments about the cool stitching and softness. Just talking so she wouldn't change out of the erotic costume. Well, erotic to this nerd. Closer had another advantage since she was a foot shorter, giving me a more cleavage rich view.
"I like the cuts up front." Neither leg was visible until I spoke and she shifted so a bare knee poked free. "Carl doesn't mind you showing off so much of your sexy bits?"
"He just whined that it was history inaccurate." The fact that I had not complained won me a better view as she pulled the layered fabric, showing off all of one lusty leg as she explained how she'd done it. "One of the other girls there had hers like this, she says there's better air flow."
"It's better that's for sure," My eyes locked on her porcelain flesh as I said that.
She shifted her knee in my direction as I let my fingers trail down the hemline of her skirt. Making my knuckles brush her soft thigh, which had been my intention, but I meant to be more subtle. Our eyes meeting, judging each other's reaction to the brief "accidental" contact. On the way up I made it clear it was "my move" by doing it again, only stopping. Just holding the contact for a few moments as we chatted a little more. Seeing only excitement I slowly started up her thigh, baring more of it as I edged the fabric aside. Feeling each centimeter was sexier and more arousing.
At the top I switched to the fabric on the other side of her arousing thigh, waited for a second then turned my hand over. The pads of my fingers and then the palms of my hands. She gulped mid-way through a sentence about trying to find the right fabric, but nothing more. I nodded while giving us both a moment, then explored up inside the skirt. Finding her ass completely bare of any covering. Gulping myself as I realized I was actually touching the ass I'd fantasized so much. Soft enough that I could sink my fingers in a little. Amazing enough that my cock began to inflate in my pants.
"Did you try and figure out how to fix the Wardrobe Malfunction?" I asked as if I wasn't getting an erection from touching her beautiful bare bottom, going back to the earlier conversation.
"I can lift my arms up once or twice but they are free by the third time." Absently as she examined the way the front of my pants were suddenly tight.
It was always an alluring mystery how most women at Faire kept their tits in. Then without any coaxing she lifted her arms and I immediately saw the problem. It wouldn't even take her lifting her arms very far. The corset somehow catching the fabric and drawing it downward with each movement. Elbows going up and down even from only at forty-five degree angle from her body suddenly made the nice view became prodigious. She did a quarter of that the second time. My eyes easily catching sight of the top portion of her areolas, even the light pink of them a vibrant contrast against her pale flesh.
"Dear god Melissa." I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in them, by cock fighting for freedom. There was no point pretending it wasn't. "You'll have the whole Faire bulging their breaches. I can't help myself, sorry."
