My wife of 15 years and I decided to take in the State Fair. Usually I ignore those every year, too many people, the place smells like animals, on and on with the excuses.
But Lee wanted to go for some reason, so a hot Saturday morning found us making the 90 minute drive to the fairgrounds.
Lee was dressed as skimpy as she ever does, at nearly 40 she has managed to stay right at 118 pounds. She looked pretty good in her soft pink halter top and white shorts.
I suppose you could call me a bit of a pervert, if liking to look at women makes me one. Plus I get a kick out of watching Lee show off a bit. She will, but never any real nudity. About the most she will ever do is wear something a bit sexy. Slim hips, slim waist, slim bust, that is her. She might have maybe a quarter inch extra soft layer on her belly, so even being mature, she is quite a sight with her long black hair and lots of skin showing.
One time we were even at a nude beach. I peeled down and hung it all out, but not Lee. She did remove her top finally after lots of coaxing, but she lay on her stomach and flatly refused to turn over. This did give a fine view of her unblemished ass with the thin piece of cloth tucked up her butt cheeks.
A few guys changed direction to wander by closer to us as she lay there, even pressed to the blanket the sides of her titties were visible almost all the way to her nipples.
As one pair of guys wandered by to check Lee out, I handed her a cold soda trying to get her to lift up and give them a peek. But as she reached up and took it, her tits never left the blanket.
One of the guys gave me the thumbs up, that was the closest I ever got to getting her to show something.
We wandered along checking out all the booths, I stopped at one that had a game throwing rings onto pop bottles. Fifty bucks later I managed to set one in place, and won Lee a fuzzy Tiger doll to carry along.
The thing was half the size of a cow. I tried to carry it for her but she insisted, it was soft and she held it snugged up against herself.
It was one of those fine times, we were happy and laughing. People were everywhere, some of the other women were rather scantily clad, too.
I noticed a booth set back a small amount, there were lots of people gathered around watching. I figured it was a show of some kind, so Lee and I walked back to check it out.
There was a canvas backdrop, and a young woman stood there as a huge hairy man sprayed paint on her. It took me a couple of seconds to realize she was naked except for just a tiny thong bottom.
That got my attention.
The man doing the painting was using brushes and a tiny little spray gun. In almost no time the dabs of paint became an American flag, it was interesting to watch. He even painted over her thong, in a matching blue with stars.
He no more than finished with the young blonde before a heavyset older woman stepped up. Ignoring the crowd, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, baring her large floppy breasts.
The man painted an Eagle complete with huge claws on her upper chest, each claw came down and appeared to be gripping the woman's nipples.
What I really found interesting was after he was done they had both looked at a glance to be dressed in a colorful outfit.
As we watched some of the people moved on to see other things, so we kept stepping forward, until finally we were standing right at the little wooden bench the man had set up to keep the people a few feet back.
He had a table set up slightly off to the side, and this time he had a lady that looked to be 50 or so laying down on it. He had draped a thin sheet over the table to catch the overspray and he was painting her head to toe. I had been leaning over some to see past people in front, now Lee and I were the ones standing right in front.
It took me a moment to realize this customer was completely naked and in full view of the crowd.
We watched as he finished up the job, had the woman stand as he applied some finishing touches.
I have to admit the man was good, the work was beautiful. I saw her hand him a $20 bill, he tucked it in his pocket and looked around. The lady walked out and headed away from us, completely naked in a crowd of people but not really looking naked unless a person looked closely.
The man had managed to blend the woman's full bush in in such a way that it simply looked like a pair of shorts.
He surveyed the crowd, his eyes falling on Lee. He smiled at her, she blushed.
"Who's next? How about you, miss?"
Lee shook her head furiously, her cheeks flaming.
"You are so beautiful I will paint you for free." He told her, stepping closer.
Lee again shook her head no.
"How about I do a nice mask for you?" He pressed.
"A mask?"
"Yes, just across the eyes and face?"
"It will look good on you, perhaps a Cat mask?"
"Well...." Lee hesitated.
"Go on, honey, why not?" I encouraged her.
Reluctantly, she stepped past as the man held up the board for her. He placed two padded coverings over her eyes, using a brush he then began to stroke the paint onto her face. Quickly the outlines of a silver and black mask took shape, across her nose and eyes. He was done in less than two minutes.
He lifted the pads from her eyelids, did some tiny touchups, then lifted a mirror for her to see. It was beautiful, I had seen a few others wearing masks in the crowds, now I knew where they came from.
"Are you sure I can't do the rest? You are so perfect I really want to."
"Free!" He encouraged.
Lee looked at me. I was surprised, I could see in her eyes she was actually considering it.
I smiled and nodded.
"Go ahead, hon. You will look great!"
