We walked through the gates of the Arizona Renaissance fair. Barely even five steps in and I was already amazed by the loud voices, bright costumes, and the smell of roasting food. I had been coming to the Renaissance fair since I was little. My parents used to take me every year because of how it always fell near my birthday. I had always been obsessed with all things medieval and fantasy so this was always the best gift they could give me. My parents were always just barely scraping by with money so the fact they always had the money for this made it even more special to me.
Now at twenty-two, I went by myself for my birthday. I had some friends who could have gone with me, but when I told them how much it cost to do what I wanted they politely declined my invite. Every year I went I was always afraid that the Renaissance Fair might lose its charm like so many other loves from my childhood. Luckily that never happened, sure now as an adult, some aspects of the ren fair seemed a bit corny, but I kind of liked that too. I was excited because this year I was going to go to the pleasure feast for the first time. It was a two-hour five-course meal that also would have entertainment. I had been wanting to go for years, but between the price of one hundred dollars per person and how fast the spots filled up, I had just never been able to. This year I had set aside the money early and purchased my ticket weeks early.
I got to the Renaissance fair just before noon and I had to kill time until three when check-ins for the pleasure feast would start. I walked around taking in the sights and shows, stopping at intervals to buy a couple of overpriced beers and some trinkets.
Starting around when I was thirteen, I developed another reason to enjoy the Renaissance fair. The girls in costumes. The Renaissance Fair ran from about the middle of February to the end of March. Seasons in the desert are nearly nonexistent. Summer would often make its appearances a month or more early. When I was budding in my puberty, I noticed just how revealing the clothing was of so many of the girls and women who work at and visit the ren fair. Between often having our internet shut off and not having my own room in our small apartment I rarely got to look at porn growing up. A lot of women seemed to really go all out to dress in revealing ways for the ren fair. Between busty pirates with bursting bodices, fairies wearing wisps of a dress, short shorts, and fishnet stockings I more than got an eye full every time I went to the ren fair. I always tried my best not to stare, but I failed most of the time.
Now that I had my own apartment and high-speed internet, I had nearly unlimited access to porn. I went a bit overboard with my newfound freedom. It got to the point where I was looking at increasingly specific videos, usually petite teens or busty MILFs, and it was taking longer for me to be able to get off to anything. I used to joke about how odd it was for people to get addicted to porn, but then I realized that I was starting to be one of those people. Before I knew it I was subscribed to multiple porn websites and I would spend a lot of money on my favorite cam girls. I had only dated a handful of girls and we did do some fooling around, but we never went all the way.
I spent the last year slowly weaning myself off porn. It was difficult but I had gone the last couple of months without looking at it. There some pleasant side effects of giving up porn. One, my computer has never run better since it isn't exposed to daily assaults by viruses and malware. I had been spending almost 100 a month on porn subscriptions and cam girl sites so now I had more money saved up. The last benefit was a double-edged sword. Now it seemed like nearly anything could get me going. I saw a cute coworker yawn at work sometimes and I got a hard-on from thinking about her mouth opening to wrap around my erection. Any flash of cleavage or girl in tight pants would get me horny. This made it easy for me to have material to jerk off to at the end of the day.
Walking into the ren fair with this newfound appreciation for the slightest of erotic sights made me see things again like I did when I was a teenager. The parade of cute and sexy outfits I was exposed to made the walks between shops and shows an event all its own. Once again, I tried my best not to stare, but it seemed like in the years since I first started coming here women had somehow become freer in their skimpy outfits.
I had already walked around the entire fair twice and still had an hour to kill before I had to check-in for the pleasure feast. Luckily for me, one of my favorite shows was about to start and it ended right before I had to check-in. I walked into the shaded seating area a couple of minutes after the show started. The large sitting area was packed with people so I had to sit in the very back, which was fine with me because I would have sat back there anyways. The shows tended to have audience interactions and I was too much of a wallflower for those.
The show I was watching was a group of acrobats and dancers who did several performances with mixtures of solo shows and group performances. The group had a great dynamic that lent well to their act. A lot of their jokes were extremely cheesy. For the second act they were going to perform they asked for an audience member to come up to the stage. They chose someone from the front row and she stood up. She was petite. She was beautiful. She couldn't have been older than eighteen if even that. Her skin was porcelain with an abundance of freckles. Her hair was light brown and she had on a wooden crown with flowers entwined in it. She was wearing a wispy dress that caught in the wind as she stood up. The pastel blues and greens of the dress matched the flowers that were in her hair. She had on a pair of delicate fairy wings that were too well crafted to be a pair that they sold at the ren fair. She moved gracefully up to the middle of the stage.
The male performer who was the youngest and acted as the dumb one in the group asked her what her name was. "Anna." Even from the back row, I was able to hear her voice clearly. The two performers explained how they were going to juggle knives in front of and behind Anna. She didn't seem fazed at this at all. I knew that the performers had done their routine hundreds of times and after all of the shows I had seen over the years nothing had ever gone horribly wrong, but with Anna being the one in between the knives I felt nervous for the audience participant for the first time in years. As the performance went on they started throwing the knives faster and added more. My heart was pounding with fear until the moment the act was finally done. The performers thanked Anna and she bowed with them on the stage.
Anna took her seat. We were seated on opposite corners of the audience and there was a perfect parting in the people for me to be able to see her. I tried to focus on the show, but I kept on finding myself looking at her. Once the show was the performers stood at each exit and thanked the audience for coming while also asking for tips with big buckets. I saw Anna leave at the entrance near her and tip the performers while most people just walked past without even acknowledging them. I tipped them as I walked past too.
As I walked to the entrance of the Renaissance fair where the sign-ins for the pleasure feast were, I hoped that I might get a chance to see Anna again before I left. After I signed in the attendant told me to wait at a nearby grassy knoll that had some benches. I sat on a bench and pulled out my phone to browse the internet to kill time. Ten minutes later one of the performers from the pleasure feast came out to greet everyone. I looked away from my phone and saw that somehow Anna had sat down on one of the benches near me. I wondered how long she had been there. Up close she looked even more breathtaking. Sunlight streaked through her hair, showing off reddish undertones. I struggled to look away from her. I had to force myself to only focus on my phone. I wondered if anyone else was going to be joining her or if she was alone like me.
The bard from the pleasure feast returned and it was time for us to line up to go in. We more crowded around the two feast masters as they read us the rules and what to expect in the pleasure feast. After that was done, they said how they will call each party by the last name of the person the party reservations were made under. The first name they called out was Castillo. "Here," called out a familiar voice. Anna made her way through the crowd of people and she followed the attendant into the dining hall. Anna Castillo, so that's what her name was. I was so busy thinking about it that when they called my name after hers, I didn't notice it. "Is there a Castner here?" One of the feast masters called out.
