Scott Derring had gotten it in his head that a Renaissance fair would be a good place to go during his month-long vacation. When he found out that there really was one coming up, and in his area, on the very first weekend of his time off, it was just too much to pass up.
So there he was, on a hot Friday afternoon, looking at an annoying little flyer that had blown into his face. As he was going to discard it, however, he paused to read it. Around the picture of a woman, was written the words:
Lady Bashirah. Queen of Sensuality. Performing hourly.
Judging by the times mentioned on the ad, she was due for her next show in a few minutes. And the woman depicted, strongly reminded him of something in his dreams, too.
Swiftly, Scott made his way past the heavily packed jousting and gladiator tournament grounds, squeezing his way through the crowd assembled there, and on the other side, found the large tent where Lady Bashirah was soon to appear again. There were only two people there at the time, as almost all of the fair goers were at the joust and gladiator event.
Normally, Scott was not a front row seat kind of person, but as he entered and walked past the others, who were reading fair programs or some catalog he recognized from one of the on-site vendors, he looked to the stage, where he could hear the sound of little finger cymbals jingling -
and saw feet moving under the curtains.
Someone was moving around in the back.
His heart leapt, for some reason. He checked himself. He was nervous.. yet, with a voyeuristic curiosity, he went to the front, and took a seat, trying not to look obvious, as he attempted to track the movement of whoever was back there.
The object of his interest suddenly disappeared to the side of the curtain, and that appeared to be the end of that. But now, there was Scott, sitting at the front, trying not to look obvious. So he stayed.
Barely a few seconds later, though, the sound of finger cymbals could be heard again, and then, under the curtain, the feet returned... and this time, far above, a head poked out.
It was the face of a brunette, identical to the one on the flyer. Her head seemed disembodied, as the rest of her was hiding behind the Arabic theme fabric, at the moment.
She said "Hmmmm..." and then disappeared again. Scott could see her feet as she scurried back again to the left.
That's gotta be Bashirah, he said to himself, as he looked around, suddenly realizing the two people behind him, had left. No doubt to see the joust. Now, his heart was really racing.
He fished around for his flier, checking his watch, and was deciding that perhaps she might have been discouraged from performing. She was clearly competing against the joust for attention - and the hot women and men featured therein - and, like everyone else in business here at this hour, she was losing, badly.
Perhaps no one saw how hot she was?
It occurred to Scott that maybe even Lady Bashirah was wanting to go watch the joust -
"I take it you intend to see my show, come hell or high water?"
Scott was shocked by the voice. He turned, looked, and was even more shocked. "Lady Bashirah?"
"Amanda Lawrie." she introduced herself. "That's my real name. And you?"
"Scott. Scott Derring." He extended his hand. "Nice to meet you."
She shook his hand. "Hmmmm... Derring, huh?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, Derring as in Derringer... well, you know what I mean."
"Ahhhhh." Amanda shifted the seat so she was now sitting facing him, giving him a full look at her body.
She was even better looking than she appeared in the picture, which was vaguely representative of her. She was of average height, with a voluptuous figure; She was wearing flat, thin sandals and gold anklets; some kind of transparent, earth-tone ankle-length circle skirt with frilled shorts beneath that, there for no other function but to hide the crotch; a slightly plump, but enticing, bare belly; a knotted top with transparent, bell-like sleeves; and various jewelry, including her zils, necklace and headdress.
Scott smiled, but he struggled to get a grip on himself, and quick. He'd been through this routine before. He was weary of being charmed. Too many bad things happened to guys he knew, who fell for babes not even half as sexy as Lady Bashirah. Rather than admire her whole body, all he did now, was gaze into her eyes.
"So, how far did you come to see the fair?" Amanda inquired.
"Not too far away.." said Scott. "From Fresno. I'm on vacation."
She pitched her head a bit lower, yet keeping her eyes locked on his; and her smile became more sensual. "You know, no one seems to be here now, since the tournament is happening..." She sighed. "Would you like to see me dance?"
Scott was surprised. "Why, of course!... I also kind of enjoy the conversation. It isn't every day that I get to talk to someone I see on stage."
Amanda paused, as if a bit caught off-guard. "Oh, come now, you haven't even seen me dance yet."
Scott already had the follow up on his lips. "I would imagine that only an extraordinary and confident lady would ever take up belly dancing."
Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but was then silenced, surprised by his quick, flattering wit. Then, after a pause, she said, "Well... you have a point there."
He kept up his smile as he said, "I'd love to see you dance."
It was, after all, what he had come to see... but he wasn't going to get into that. It was obvious she was being a bit friendlier than he had expected - and all without asking for a tip.
That, and in all honesty, there was something unusually appealing about watching a belly dancer in action. Especially after, as far as he could recall, he had dreamt about this. Repeatedly.
Amanda - Lady Bashirah - started things off with a bang, at that point.
Before rising to her feet, she glanced this way, then that, and seeing no one else watching, she jerked forward, and planted a quick kiss on Scott's lips, catching him complete and utterly by surprise. Then, with a wicked smile, she got up, and slid over to the open spot between Scott's chair and the stage, for a very personal performance.
"You realize, why children under 18 are not allowed here?" she said, running her hands up her body, clasping them above her head.
After picking his jaw up off the floor, Scott stammered, "Uh.. I.. I think so.."
So much for Mister Composure, he thought to himself, as he struggled to regain control of his emotions, rallying his determination not to be tricked by some floozie, like so many of his friends had been -
And at that moment, she challenged his composure again; for as he answered, she undulated her hips, and gently shook her bosom.. causing her top to fall off. Her breasts stood out, exposed, her nipples already hard.
Scott gasped as she wiggled, then slowly spun about in front of him, jingling her zil finger cymbals together, stopping to shake her breasts, then dancing some more.
He sat back and tried to regain and keep his cool, settling into an admiring smile as Lady Bashirah rolled her hips, accentuating her abdomen. She slid her hands up her sides, framing her belly as her stomach muscles rippled.
Oh my God, he said to himself, as she cupped her breasts. This was definitely not the kind of belly dance he recalled seeing before. Then again, this was certainly no longer just a belly dance.
Lady Bashirah came closer, leaning forward, then back, giving him all sorts of sensuous views of her gyrating body. No one else came by during her performance, nor would they, as long as everyone was at the joust, and even the newcomers were headed over there as well.
Finally, she finished, and sat back down next to Scott, her bra top in her hand.
"So..." she said, leaning up against him, "How did you like it?"
Scott was slack jawed. "I.. I liked it... I mean, that was great! But I don't think that was your normal style of belly dance..?"
Amanda laughed, pushing her bare breasts forward proudly. "Of course not. No one else is ever bloody likely to see that act."
"You're not normally that uninhibited?"
"Not with all the crazies in this world, I'm not." she sighed, sliding her hand down his thigh. "But.." she looked up at him. "I think you're the safe type."
Scott wasn't too surprised by that remark. Not that he was often rejected for being mister nice guy, but he'd seen it used on men so much, that knew how it felt. "Yeah, I don't bite."
She laughed. "I think I could convince you to, if I wanted."
Scott smiled. He figured he would spill the beans.. just a little bit. "I prefer to lick more than bite."
Amanda's expression brightened even more, as her eyes lit up, and she began to chew a little on her lip. "Really, now?"
Scott winked at her. "Yes, I like to -"
Suddenly, she looked up. Scott looked back as well.
Now, there were people coming into the tent. At the moment, a young man and woman were looking around the empty area for what they felt was a good seat.
Damn, he thought to himself, as Amanda slipped on her top. She came over and gently turned his head towards hers. This time, he was a lot less surprised to receive a full, firm kiss on the lips.
Amanda sighed. "Rats. Well, sweetie, I have to perform for my audience," she said, "although they won't get the show you got."
"Thank you very much," he said. "I deeply enjoyed it."
"As did I," she winked.
Scott grinned as she got up, and greeted the newcomers.
He stayed around to watch the real dance, as some of those who arrived at the fair too late to get seating for the tournament, filtered over to Lady Bashirah's tent.
By the time her second act was over, the joust was finished, and from that point, it was on. Her third act was half packed, and when word of her spread, from then on it was standing room only. After that, it was an official tug of war between the joust, with its bevy of twentysomething cheerleader babes, and Lady Bashirah's dance.
At the end of the day, Scott wandered back towards the parking lot. On his way, he noticed that there were a lot of trailers and RVs at the west edge of the fair grounds - no doubt where the performers and vendors had their mobile bases of operations for the duration of the event.
That area, he noticed, might also provide a convenient shortcut to the parking lot.
Scott detoured and casually strolled through, looking at the various mobile home-sized vehicles which seemed rooted to the spot, but which obviously could be on the road in no time. He saw several trailers owned by the anachronism group that ran the joust, various ones he recognized as home bases for the vendors he'd passed by or patronized, an ambulance (no doubt just in case someone got hurt, or fell to heat stroke), some police cars -
"Hey, Scott!" a woman's voice called, suddenly.
Scott looked around, his eyes darting from left to right, until he saw someone standing in the doorway of one large trailer, which was almost as big as a true mobile home.
It was one of the the biggest things he'd yet seen that would fit in one lane on a highway, for certain.
"Lady.." he started to say. "Amanda?"
She gave him the come hither gesture with her finger. "Are you busy?"
Scott looked back in the direction of the parking lot, coming closer so he could speak more quietly. "I was cutting through to the parking lot... but no, I'm not busy at all."
"Have you eaten yet?" she said, as he approached her doorway.
"No, I was planning on getting some fried catfish." he said.
Amanda gestured for him to come in. "Come on," she winked. "I won't bite."
He smiled widely. "Okay."
Quietly, as he entered, she closed the door behind them.
Her abode was nice and comfortable, for being a mobile base of operations. She not only had room for her clothes and gear, she also had what appeared to be a god-awfully expensive flat panel computer monitor that was easily 4 feet across. He recognized a wireless access point router which, unlike the computer, keyboard and mouse that would go along with it, was visible on a desktop.
He could even see the shower area from where he was standing.
But the more interesting sight, was of Amanda, who was now dressed in harem pants and her bra.
"This is my home base," she said, twirling around with a smile. "Take a seat, if you want."
He smiled. "Sure.. thank you." Scott took off his jacket and sat down on the couch across from the desk.
"I just fixed some Cobb salad." Amanda said, "I know it isn't fried catfish, but -"
Scott's eyes grew. Fried catfish had little bragging rights over a well done Cobb salad, in his book. "I love 'em," he said, jumping in mid-sentence.
She beamed. "Oooh, good! I'll get us something to drink. I have water and root beer, and that's it, unfortunately..."
Scott cocked his head. Again, root beer was one of his favorites.
"Hey, I like root beer. Thank you very much."
"As you wish." She giggled and curtsied, then darted sharply to the right, into the one-person kitchen.
Scott looked around the corner, and saw her portioning out the already-made salad, into two bowls. She had two cups out already, and filled them up.
Something struck Scott as odd, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet.
Finally, Amanda came in with two bowls in her hands, and put them down on the cocktail table. Quickly, she darted back and returned with the drinks, and then sat down.
"So.." she said, turning towards him as they started to eat, "how did you enjoy the rest of your day?"
He chuckled. "Oh, there was a kung fu match after I left your tent... someone sabotaged the music before the exhibition."
Amanda snickered. "I heard. Bloody hackers."
After a bit of eating, Scott said, "So.. Amanda.. how long have you been in this business?"
She took a sip of her drink and then gazed into his eyes. "Oh, about five years. I'd been wallowing in a deep depression and decided to do something with my life, and this was it."
"Depression?"
She nodded. "Yeah.. the dumb bloke I'd married, got tired of slapping me around, got drunk one day, and went out on his motorcycle. Had a love affair with a tree. That was ten years ago."
Scott winced. "Ouch.. talk about your fatal attraction."
"Well," she said, with not just a hint of bitterness, "at least, for once, he hit something bigger than him." She took another drink. "So, how about you? What do you do?"
Scott shrugged. "I'm an info tech drone. Typical single male, just trying to work his way up to the rich and alpha status."
"Oh, don't sell yourself short like that." she replied, taking his hand. "There's more to life than working for The Man. Look at me, I'm independent."
Scott smirked. "But I'd look awful in a bra and harem pants."
Amanda looked down. "Oh I'm not all that great looking myself.." she ran her hands along her belly. "I can dance, yeah, but other than that I'm just another fat chick, you know."
"Oh come on now, who's selling who short now?" he chided her playfully. "You look absolutely beautiful."
Amanda reached out and massaged his leg. "You're just flattering me."
"Oh no..."
"Or you just like my ample bosom?"
Scott dug into his book of retorts, in which this situation had recently been well rehearsed in his mind. "There are a lot of women out there with double d-cup breasts..."
"Single, my dear." Amanda said, her face grimacing at the thought of a larger chest than her own. "I don't think my back could support double D."
Scott corrected himself. "Single-D, then.. but still, Amanda, you've got a lot more going on than just a nice chest..."
Just then, she opened her knot top again, and took it off.
She smiled. "I know." she said, licking her lips at him. "But would you be hot for me if I didn't have these?"
He fidgeted and squirmed as she cupped her now bare breasts, accentuating them for him to see. "I... I.. hey if you could dance like you did earlier today -"
"Oh, Scott, you slick boy, you." she said, mercifully cutting in, nonetheless impressed by his quick wit under fire. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"
"Oh I don't mind at all.. I'm 30."
Amanda looked at him for a moment, and then stood up. She watched him as she slid out of her harem pants, and then sat back down. "Why don't you get more comfortable? You look all stuffy there, Scott."
"Uh, sure.." Scott took a deep breath and slowly stood up, taking off his shirt.
"I'm 37, if you don't mind," she said, looking up to admire him.
He looked down as he bared his chest and took off his shoes. "No... not at all..."
Don't mind what? he asked himself, although he was quite sure what she really meant.
Amanda leaned forward and slid her hands up his thigh, massaging his engorged groin. Scott gasped. Then, she kissed his lips, feeling him swell under her hand.
"Allow me," she said, undoing and taking down his pants.
He began to sweat as Amanda slid his pants down, and came back up, face to face with his bulging undershorts.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, sliding her palm up his erection through the fabric, finding a spot of precum coming through. "My, my, you're horny."
A groan erupted deep in Scott's chest as he enjoyed the caress of her hand. Hearing that, she purred, "Oooh, we better get this off of you before you leak even more.." She slid both her hands up his hip, and seized his undershorts. Scott's mouth fell open as she brought it down, exposing his stiff member.
He watched his undershorts as they were taken down to his feet, and nervously, he stepped out of them. Then, while he came out of his socks, Amanda slid her hands back up his legs and hips, coming back face to face with his erection.
"Mmmm.." she said, sliding her palm up the vein of his penis, stroking the head and getting some precum smeared on her thumb. She could smell his arousal, and it was making her heady with need.
"I see you need to cum, Scott," she said, stroking his thick, hard glans, slowly, feeling its smoothness in her hand. "And badly. I bet this won't take long."
Scott was dumbstruck. "Amanda..."
"Just relax, baby," she said, leaning forward. "You'll cum better if you do."
Scott gritted his teeth as she kissed the mushroom-shaped head, sliding her tongue under the slit to lick the juices from him.
"You'll cum regardless," she said, as she licked him, "and you're gonna cum very quick."
"Oh, fuck..." he hissed, as his toes curled and his penis jerked between her lips. He knew she was right.
She slid him further into his mouth, and sucked gently, drawing more of his oily juice, humming as she rasped him with her tongue.
Looking up at him, she continued to gingerly introduce him to her mouth, caressing and sucking the tip. She slid her hands around to feel his backside, her caresses turning into a firm grip, which he didn't notice at first.
Then, he felt her grab and hold onto his butt, and he saw her mouth slide forward, drawing his swollen, throbbing penis all the way in. He hit the back of her throat, and then he felt it give way as she angled her head.
Amanda's throat pulled him in, until his balls were pressed against her chin. She breathed deeply of his horny scent, and began to suck him more aggressively.
"Oh my god!"
"mmmmmmmmmmm...." she moaned, her tongue sliding back and forth, slowly, across his vein, her hands gripping and massaging his butt as she milked him with her throat muscles, enjoying the taste of his flesh and his precum as she worked him for his juices.
Scott bit his lip as all of this oral pleasure caught him completely off guard. Normally, it didn't take much for a woman to get him hard, but it took quite a while for any woman to get him to come to a boil, and he had ~never~ felt nearly as much pressure in his balls as he did now.
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