It Started at the Ren Fair: Part I Shy's Adventure Begins

I gather the young ladies about me as I settle into bed. They beg for a story so I agree to tell one, before retiring for the evening. They all pile in finding a spot to lay and listen. Martha, Rebecca, and Laurel, the upstairs maids find their spots beside me and between my outstretched legs. Susan, Jane, and Jane Anne from the kitchen lay outward beside the maids. Martha, with a look of devilment in her eyes announces the ladies decided on a naughty story, not one of my droll history lessons. I smile, clear my throat and start.

"Elizabeth Nichole Shidon, Shy to all her friends, stood and looked in the mirror captivated by her reflection. The saleswoman hovered nearby waiting for her as she looked at the finished product of her transformation. Her dark brown hair bound by colorful ribbons, her makeup applied to bring out her beauty, not create something artificial. Full lips, high cheekbones, her eyes, blue-green and sparkling, surrounded by soft tints and highlights. Shy could not believe it was her she saw in the reflection. The dress she had chosen was a deep blue, trimmed in golden thread. The bodice was cinched tight causing her breasts to look as if they were about to spill out from their captivity. The rest of the dress flowed along her natural lines and curves, flaring slightly when she spun about. Slippers adorned her feet, tied with ribbon about her ankles. She felt like a princess. The saleslady, seeing the smile on her face placed a crown of flowers on her head and hooked a necklace around her neck before handing her a thin dagger in a jeweled scabbard. Shy looked at the dagger, then up at the saleslady with questioning eyes. The saleslady explained that for the sake of being authentic she would need to wear the dagger strapped to her thigh, then reaching down she took the dagger and raised the dress exposing an expanse of Shy's leg, tying the dagger into place. Shy took a sharp breath as the saleslady slid her hand along her thigh, brushing her panty covered womanhood. The effect was not lost on the saleslady who took her by the hand and led her to the back of the store, turning the shop over to another attendant.

Kneeling in front of Shy she slid her hands up her legs pushing the dress, whispering for her to hold it up out of the way. Shy started to blush, not because it was her first time with a woman, no, she had played before with girlfriends, but nothing like this. The sales lady looked up at her and smiled before pulling her panties to the side and running her tongue along her damp lips. Again Shy caught her breath, opening her legs slightly wider, gathering her dress into one hand as the other moved up to cup her breast. The sales lady cupped Shy's ass with her hands as she slowly pushed her tongue into her, gathering her building juices, pulling them into her mouth. Shy felt, more than heard, the moan from between her legs, the sounds caused her clit to vibrate sending sensual currents through her body. The woman knew how to tease all the right spots as Shy felt her climax rising more quickly than she had ever known. Her thighs started to shake, her knees grew weak. If the woman had not been holding her ass, pulling her close, she would have collapsed from the pleasure she was receiving. Faster the tongue inside of her moved in and out before returning to lick her, each lick touching something different than the one before. Shy could feel herself growing wetter, a familiar knot forming in her stomach, signaling her impending climax. Just as she felt herself about ready to cum the woman covered her clit with her lips, sucking it between them and flicked her tongue across it. This was more than Shy could take as she cried out, her hand squeezing her breast, her juices squirting filling the waiting mouth centered on her mound. Dropping the dress Shy pulled the woman's head closer as she came, her knees finally gave out as she crumpled to the floor, spasms from the pure intensity of her climax causing her to shake and jerk.

AFter a few minutes Shy untangled herself from the woman, gathered her strength to stand and adjusted her clothing. The woman stood first, taking a white lace hankie, she daubed her face cleaning the juices from it before she reached out helping Shy to stand. Shy drew her close, kissing her, tasting herself on the woman's lips. For several minutes the world was far away and Shy found herself blushing again. The woman led her back to the front of the store and rang up her purchases telling Shy the dagger was a gift for being such a "wonderful delight". Shy paid the bill, stepped from the tent out in to the sunlight, a smile on her face. Shy moved into the throng of people, all dressed in medieval clothing, going from booth to booth, this was Shy's first visit to a Renaissance Fair and she was sure she would remember it for quite sometime.
Shy went along with the flow of the crowd, pausing to watch a blacksmith as he forged swords. She had looked at several completed swords and knives, however it was not the swords which attracted her attention. It was the bulging biceps and rock hard chest and abs which caught and held her attention. She felt herself starting to perspire from the heat emanating from the fire pit. The bellows stoked the flames to keep the heat up and the metal malleable, but more than the wetness sliding down between her breasts there was a fire growing between her legs, damping her panties, fueled by the image before her as she stood mesmerized by the blacksmiths rippling muscles. She heard a trumpet and started to turn towards the sound when there was a flash of bright light, a sharp crackling sound and Shy awoke in a forest glade, filled with flowers and the sweet smells of spring totally confused.

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