New to town, Lizzie had heard firsthand that the bustling farmers' market held every Friday was not to be missed. Her eyes danced over the vibrant hues of fresh vegetables, fruit, and homemade items. As she passed each stall, the vendors playfully bantered with her, enticing her into buying their items. She would shake her head no and call "Maybe next week". Today she wanted to take in the atmosphere and enjoy the warm glow on her bare shoulders from the summer sun.
A gentle breeze made the light fabric of her dress flutter like butterfly wings. A gust would hit her loose dress making it soar high enough to show off her lacy panties. Each time it did Lizzie would hear cheers from behind her. She had no idea why all the men kept smiling at her and giving her the thumbs up. Everyone in her new city was so friendly.
Turning down the next aisle, she spotted a stall with artisan handcrafted items. Two men shared the same stall. On the near side, an old man hawked custom picture frames. On the far side, a display of carvings took up the balance of the table. A younger woodworker in a red and black plaid shirt sat on a hard chair working on a carving. The guy was cute. No, she rethought, he was fucking handsome in a woodsy way. She marveled at the way he quickly and easily shaped the wood. All of his carvings were animals. Realistic.
Lizzie stopped. A cute rabbit on the table caught her interest. Never shy to start a conversation she stepped under the striped awning and approached him. "Hi, I'm Lizzie!" she bubbled caressing the bunny in one hand and holding out her other one in greeting to the carver. "You're very talented!" What's your name? I love the bunny! Does he have a name? How did you make him look so real?" Lizzie came across as a bit of a bimbo without the good sense of being afraid of strangers. In her mind, everyone wanted to be her friend.
The man's green eyes met hers in an appraising manner. The young girl rambling on was very pretty. Not beautiful or stunning, but above ordinary. He lifted his reading glasses onto his forehead and stood up. Her small hand disappeared in his calloused one. Even though she was small in stature, she was over the top "bubbly".
"Name's Troy," he said. He smirked at the way she stuffed herself into her dress. She had the zipper part way down on her sleeveless dress exposing the tops of her young creamy breasts. She noticed his lewd attention but it didn't seem to faze her.
"You've got a good eye, Lizzie. That bunny is a magical charmer. Just like you." She giggled and blushed a bit. Troy was thrilled that young girls these days didn't seem to wear bras anymore. It made assessing them so much easier and more fun. And this one seemed more naive than most.
The compliment went straight to her head. She giggled and blushed more deeply as he checked out her boobs again. "Thanks, Troy! I love bunnies. He's so... cute! Just like... you! Oh, my, god! I have to stop saying things that pop into my head! I sound like such a ditz."
Embarrassed, she concentrated on the carved wood rabbit. "I love it!" she exclaimed, "how did you make it so smooth?" She admired the intricate details. Tipping it upside down she shrieked. "Oh, my, god!" she giggled. "He has a tiny pee-pee! You gave him a tiny cock!"
Troy chuckled. His eyes gleamed at her innocence. "That's what makes it special," he said. "Every piece I make has a little secret, a bit of life's humor carved into it." He was still holding her hand in his. Gently, he pulled her closer until she had to bend over his table. His eyes took in the tops of her creamy flesh. "If you lift him to your lips and lick his tiny cock the right way, all your dreams will come true."
A groan from the other side of the stall made Lizzie turn to the left. The old man was watching with a smirk, his eyes full of knowing. He winked at her. "Go on," he encouraged. "It's part of Troy's magical charm. Give it a lick," he laughed. "I'm sure that's exactly what Troy wants you to do."
"Really?" she asked innocently looking back at Troy. "Is that what you want me to do?"
Lizzie seemed to have no clue the remark was inappropriate. Or that bending over the table gave him a better view of the swell of her breasts. The sexual innuendo went over her head. She was ripe to be taken advantage of. He lowered his voice. "Lizzie, do you want to know a secret? But, you have to promise not to tell anyone?"
Lizzie jumped up and down in her excitement, making her breasts bounce. "Yes! I love secrets!" Then she frowned. "Sometimes I can't keep them though. But I'll try real hard!" she exclaimed with a bright grin and a gleam of innocence in her eyes.
Looking at his stall-mate Troy gave him a wink. "You see, Lizzie, my friend is correct. Magic happens when you lick his tiny cock. Good things happen. But it must be done in private. When no one is watching otherwise it won't work. And if your intentions are pure, you'll get whatever you wish for." His eyes returned to her breasts. She brought the bunny closer to her face, examining the tiny appendage. He thought she was going to do it when she licked her lips.
"Wow! That's so cool! And all I have to do is lick his tiny cock? " Lizzie exclaimed. "I didn't know magic was real! I watched the Harry Potter movie, but I always thought it was fake! Are you like a wizard or something? Can you fly?"
Putting a finger against his lips he leaned closer. "Shh, we don't want everyone to know. Come around the table and we can go in the back to quietly talk."
A giggle escaped her lips. "Okay! This is so cool!" She stepped behind the table eager to hear more. Troy put his arm around her shoulder and rubbed her soft skin. He motioned to Rollie who was shaking his head in disbelief. "Take care of things for me, Rollie."
With a soft squeeze, he directed her out the back of the tent. The door on his trailer was open. "Let's go in here." She didn't seem to be afraid when he guided her inside. Now, he had her alone.
The trailer was lined with shelves on both sides. Chunks of raw wood along with past carvings sat side by side. An axe and chainsaw rested against the far wall. At the front of the long trailer was a double bed.
Lizzie took in her surroundings. "Is this your home? You live here? Where do you go to the bathroom? She looked up at Troy with wide eyes then back at the bed and frowned.
"Well, sort of," he laughed. "I do when I go out in the bush looking for wood to carve. That's why I have a bed in here."
