Storiesonline.net ------- At the Faire by MattHHelm Copyright© 2011 by MattHHelm ------- Description: We met at the Renaissance Faire. What happened and what is our future? Codes: true ------- Here I was, seated on the concrete bench resting my aching back. I'd been standing at the loom for five hours now, handweaving a shawl for m'Lady's comfort during mass. Father Thomas was certainly full of himself and he'd go on and on. I'd seen him go over three hours more often than not. Is it any wonder why he was losing parishioners? The yarn that mistress Dawn had spun for this is quite fluffy and the fine strands had a tendency of catching on each other as I drew the fiber across the warp (strands that were horizontal on the loom). I might mention I was using the five-foot setup on the triangular loom, as m'Lady is a slight woman. The Baron's mother is thin and willowy and would not need the size that the eight-foot loom is capable of. Fortunately, it would only take eight hours to complete. The thick yarn of the top was died a rich blue and plied together with a similar black fiber. I had enough to weave the first eight inches with that yarn. When that part was done I switched over to a lighter weight white angora fiber that was plied against a black ribbon to give the rabbit fur strength. I'd spent awhile working the fiber last weekend. I only worked the RenFest on Saturday's. I'd completed work on a shawl early last time and started this one. It had stood for a week partially complete. Then last week was school days during the week and someone had tried to demonstrate on it. I had to pull about 4 rows out to correct the errors. You have to be meticulous when handweaving. Whoever it was, wasn't. Now you can see my pain. As I sat trying to stretch out my ache, I saw her walking towards me. Shari had come into my life at the fair. How do I describe her? Before I go on I owe a description of myself. I'm 6'1 and 180 pounds. I've always been a little on the thin side. If you picture one of the players in Monte Python and the Holy Grail, you'd get a pretty good picture of me in my costume of browns and green. Except for the grey of the hair and goatee. Oh yes, and the glasses. She wore greens. Her corset of green pushed her flesh in so that just the tops of her large C cup breasts were visible. Her gumdrop shape nipples(so she tells me) were not visible. It was unlike most women there who were overexposing their chests. Hers were teasing me with the way she covered them. The most striking feature was her stature. She stood just four foot nine. And the fullness of her skirts indicated that she was full-figured. Last week I discovered how big she really was when she gave me a full body hug. As a fan of the Big Beautiful Woman, the Renaissance Faire is the best place to be. It is a voyeur's playground. Usually the jiggling tit flesh caught my eye. It was her modesty of dress, so different from the others that attracted me to her. I found she was a friend of my Master and Mistress and we had chatted several weeks ago. At that time, I got a hug and we talked. It was then that she had placed her hand on my chest as we talked. It caused an immediate reaction in me. My heart started speeding up and blood was sent towards the small head, even while the large head continued talking. Later that evening she stopped by the shop again and we hugged, and as my head bent down she extended up, I'm guessing on tiptoe, and our lips met. It was electric and at the end our tongues engaged in oral combat. I was instantly hard, and had to back off. I didn't want to offend her. So today I looked and she's walking towards me. She walks past mistress and comes right in between my legs. We hug and she pulls my head down to her chest. I gently kiss her cleavage as she rubs my shoulders and head. We touch noses. She smiles and her eyes twinkle as she grins. I tell her I missed her. There is a slight blush in her cheeks. We talk. We talk about her pending final hearing on her divorce. She tells me her son was there today and that he's 26. I jokingly say she must have been 14 when she had him. She said I was correct. She admits to being forty. I disbelieve her and she produces her driver's license to prove it! And then she told me she had six children, and the youngest was a daughter of 17. She said that was why she weighed what she did. She also admitted that her daughter was an inch shorter. I grinned and asked if she was suggesting a mother-daughter tag team match up. She blushed but didn't answer. She did say that both she and her daughter liked older men. She told me she liked her men to be ten to fifteen years older. What I didn't mention was my age. I'm sixty-two and I look like I'm early to mid fifties. We talked about other things too. I noticed the scar on her neck and ask about it. I find she had thyroid surgery. And we held each other some more. On one of our hugs, I sucked on her earlobe, playing my tongue over it and flicking it. That was when I whispered to her to imagine that my tongue was doing that to other soft parts of her body. When we broke that embrace, she indicated I should look at her arm, where goosebumps had risen. It was then she admitted she was a bit submissive. I told her I knew that. I had suspected it since her placing her hand on me, by the way she did it and because she did it more than once. Then there was the kiss. She was trying to please me and she did. Seated as I was, I was able to sample the curve of her ass with my right hand. Nice! Today's teasing and touching left me with blue balls. I only made one mistake. I didn't tell her to come back and see me before dark. I said it would be nice if she came by later, but I didn't demand it. Next week is the final weekend for the fair. Perhaps I'll get a chance to use my talented tongue on her. She knows what to expect if I do. She has had a taste. The future will be what fate delivers. And I will tell her I expect her to return at dark! Let the training begin. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2011-11-24 Last Modified: 2011-11-25 / 08:50:40 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------