[MF] A Renaissance Faire Fling

My first semester of college I was broke. It was my first time living alone and, as is common, my bank account often looked like a good golf score more than a monetary investment.

I took on a weekend job working an axe throwing booth at a local renaissance faire than ran for four weekends. I had been the previous few years as a guest and had befriended some of the performers and staff which are all strange eccentric people with incredible talents.

First day in, I was introduced to my new co-workers. A big burly construction worker type with a secret nerd side and a tiny goth brunette. All of us were of course dressed the part. The big guy, Steve, wore what amounted to blacksmiths clothing. My daily work outfit was a leather doublet black pants and leather fighters boots all of which borrowed from a friend who was a performer in a sword-fighting show so it was fairly accurate and very comfortable. The Goth girl, who for sake of story we will call Zoe, wore a Dark blue corset dress that was absolutely stunning on her tiny frame.

Zoe was 5’4″ and could not have been more than 90lbs soaking wet. She was small, but not anorexic, and not unhealthy. Being the size that she was, she had almost no Breasts to hold up with her corseted dress, but under that flowing skirt was an ass to go to bloody medieval war for. She had long jet black hair and a beautiful olive skin tone that, despite her goth look outside of the faire, remained a lovely tan by nature.

Our job was fairly simple. One person would be in the booth collecting money for those wanting to try their hand, the other two would be out on field showing people how to throw the axes and maintain the safety of the guests around us. Whenever things were slow we tended to migrate inside the nice wooden booth for some shade or up to the second floor turret where we could yell as passers by and try to encourage them to come play.

On the second day of the faire, it was unexpectedly hot and the shade of the booth was the only refuge to find. I ducked inside during a slow period and Steve had left to grab some lunch. This gave me some much wanted alone time with Zoe so that I could flirt with her a bit. Our small talk quickly became the flirting I was hoping for, which over the next couple days became a running joke of medieval pickup lines and dirty talk that had us both laughing. Steve would often join in the pickup lines as well, but being the good boyfriend he was to his girl back at home, it was purely for the comedy of the moment.

After the patrons had all gone home and we were wrapping up counting the money on the third day, our conversation continued. After a bout of uncontrolled laughter Zoe’s hair had fallen down in her face. I reached over to brush it back behind her ear.

This was quite the fateful moment and one I did not expect. As I soon found out, her ears were her “button” as she called it. If she was feeling aroused in any way touching her ears sent her into overdrive. I still don’t understand it, but to each their own. As my fingers brushed over her ear to move the hair from her face I instantly saw a look in her eyes I had never seen before. It was feral and hungry. It was scary and sexy at the same time. She pounced at me and shoved her tongue into my mouth into a kiss that felt more like an attack than an act of passion.

The kiss continued and got much softer and more passionate over time. After a few seconds she pulled away and started to apologize. She said that she had lost control when I touched her ear and explained her odd erogenous zone to me in detail. She was blushing, but did so even more when I told her I would have to keep that in mind for next weekend.

My week back in class was terrible. I got nothing done thinking about that kiss and what may come the following weekend.

That Thursday my boss called and said that he had finally purchased a new house in the area of the Faire and that we were all welcome to stay there over the weekend. This was a great relief as I was living over an hour away and had been staying with a family member closer to the Faire, but still a 30 minute drive daily. That commute albeit for only a few days was still more than I wanted to pay for in gasoline. Steve and Zoe both decided to stay at the house as well more for the social interaction than anything.

We had my boss, his partner from their show, Steve, Zoe, and myself staying there for the weekends so it was a party each night for the next two weekends where other Faire staff would come over for dinner etc.

Now for the part that all of you actually care about.

Zoe and I continue flirting Friday at the Faire. I now had a new game where I would reasons to touch her ears, be it adjusting an earring or playing with her hair. The most fun was when I would do that while she was talking to customers. Often it led to me getting a stiff punch to arm, but it was worth it.

That night we went back to the house, I had agreed to cook, and we all watched a few movies before people started crashing.
During the movie Zoe and I shared a couch. I was doing my best to not be obvious to the others in the room as was she as we kept flirting. She was laying with her legs over my lap and I was sitting normal on my side of the couch. It was a small couch so while I had my arm on the armrest, her knees were on my lap and her feet shared the armrest with me.

This gave my left hand room to wander a bit under the blanket she was under without being too overt to those around us about what was going on.

I started innocently with my hands on her knees but started sliding up her thighs. I was really just trying to get a reaction out of her and see what she would do in such a public setting. Considering that outside of that amazing kiss the previous week, nothing had ever happened between the two of us. My hand continued its exploratory journey up those long thin legs and never met any resistance. I my hand reached her hip I looked over and her only response was a wink. At that point I knew this was going to be a great weekend.

Caressing her thighs become more of a groping of her legs, hips, ass and the occasional brush against her crotch over her yoga pants. Both of us were impatiently waiting for the rest of the team to go to bed so that we could relieve the pressure we had been building for a couple hours.

The fateful hour arrived around midnight and both went off to the room she had laid claim to. At this point both of us were over-stimulated and what should have been an awkward first time together ended up being ravenous, needy, animalistic fucking.

As soon as we entered the room I wrapped my arms around her from behind, one hand on her breast and the other sliding down into her pants. I kissed her ear and sucked gently on her earlobe. The sensation was almost too much for her. I could feel her knees go weak and had to hold her up. As we progressed my hands were all over her lithe body stripping her clothes off and mauling anything I could wrap my hands around. Her hands doing the same. There was no more foreplay, both of us had been ready for hours. I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. I was standing and she was laying on her back on the bed when I entered her for the first time. There was no holding back from either of us, as careful as we were to not let on to our budding relationship earlier, I am sure no one in the house was unaware after we got started. She was loud, the bed was loud, and neither of us cared who knew.

I flipped her over so that her head was in the pillows and her beautiful ass was up and ready for me. I couldn’t help but to bury my face in it for a little while. I licked her sweet pussy and moved past it to put my tongue on her perfect little pucker. She squirmed and gasped at the new sensation, she let me know she appreciated it by telling me not to stop. I continued to pleasure both of her perfect holes for a little longer before we returned to our vigorous lovemaking.

I slid back inside her and was getting fairly rough when I heard the two most magical words erupt from her mouth “Spank Me.” I obliged her request and began slapping that perfect ass between thrusts. I could feel her beginning to tense up and I knew her first orgasm coming so the next slap was even harder. My hand was stinging from the contact, her ass was bright red, and her pussy began to quake from the orgasm. I felt her drop below me as she tried to recover. She clearly needed a moment and in all honesty so did I.

We were both sweaty, out of breath and high on an endorphin rush. After a few moments she was ready for round two and pulled me over on top of her. I leaned into it sliding back inside of her and using the opportunity to kiss her ears to my advantage. We both worked ourselves back into that unrestrained sexual mode once again. As we continued I could feel she was getting close once again, this time not by the quivering in her loin, but by her fingernails digging into my back to the point of physical pain.

I am not one for pain, but It was keeping me from cumming. I was not ready to be done yet so I kept going. Another orgasm rocked her body, the second one was not nearly as intense. She then told me to lay down and straddled me. The view of this beautiful little goth riding me was too much to bear and in less than a minute I was warning her that I was about to cum. She heard my warning, but did not heed it and I was left shooting my severely overdue load deep inside of her.

We both collapsed onto the bed together exhausted and that is where we stayed until the next morning.

The rest of that weekend and the next were a flurry of sexual expression, often borderline violent, that left permanent marks on both of us. I still think of Zoe often, and we occasionally still chat on facebook. Maybe one day we will have a reunion, though I am not sure I can handle that kind of love again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6qpfof/mf_a_renaissance_faire_fling