by Lexi Archer
Not that I figured we'd actually get into a fight in the middle of the convention center. Security would probably kick everyone out before it came to that, but that also meant getting kicked out of the convention center which was the last thing I wanted considering all of the potential fun we'd be missing out on.
Best to just avoid the whole fighting thing to begin with.
We managed to avoid most trouble by hunching our shoulders down, moving through the crowd as quickly as possible, dodging around people as best we could, and glaring at anybody who got too close with a camera. Luckily most of the guys who were creepy enough to try and take my wife's picture without bothering to ask were also the sort who shied away from something as terrifying as a glare. They might have no shame when they didn’t think either of us were looking, but they folded like a paper tiger the instant my gaze fell on them. Some of them actually ran when they saw Kate glaring at them.
Through a combination of ignoring people and glaring at the ones who didn’t catch the hint when we ignored them we finally managed to make it to our destination. And we screeched to a stop against a massive crowd that seemed to be covering almost an entire length of a hall. The crowd here was almost as bad as the crowd in front of Keith Trent's except it was focused into one area in front of a booth rather than a long line running around the edge of the hall.
Now that I saw the booth I realized we'd passed by yesterday, though even then we hadn't gotten too close because there was a crowd at least five people thick surrounding the place. The crowd had been smaller yesterday but that was to be expected. It was just Friday, but the number of people at the convention tended to get bigger the closer we got to the weekend. The place would be packed wall to wall tomorrow.
Looking over the crowd at some of the pictures on display at the booth I could see why it was so popular. There were posters of attractive girls in various states of undress, though none of them were completely naked. No, something told me the convention would take a dim view of that. Still, some of those posters promised things that were definitely more titillating than your typical PG-13 image.
"Well I guess there's nothing for it," Kate said. "Let's go."
She nodded. Straight into the crowd of guys.
“Are you serious?” I asked. I thought about all the craziness we'd dealt with just trying to get over here. Wading into that crowd, particularly a crowd that was there just to see pretty girls in costumes wearing practically nothing, felt insane.
Kate raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“If we go into the middle of that crowd they’re going to eat you alive,” I said.
Kate rolled her eyes and started into the crowd. She looked over her shoulder as though to ask me, “are you following?” I sighed and after a moment’s hesitation I dove in after her. Besides, I figured if she was going into that crowd then she'd need me to keep people from getting too handsy.
One of the dangers of wading into the middle of a huge crowd at a convention like this is that we were suddenly in the middle of a large group of sweaty bodies and people who didn’t necessarily have a proclivity for things like showers or deodorant. I found myself wishing I’d taken a deep breath and held it before I made my way into the crowd, but I just had to make the best of it. I concentrated on following Kate, keeping her in sight in front of me. As long as I could see her I figured everything would be okay. As long as we kept moving, I figured she wasn't in too much danger.
Besides, even if we were wading into the middle of a potentially dangerous crowd I was still hot at the idea of guys checking out my wife. I was getting one hell of a show as guys realized there was a sexy girl pushing past them in addition to the sexy girls waiting at the booth, but she was always past them before they could react. If anything the press of the crowd was working in our favor. People were too close together to get out their phones fast enough.
Thankfully Kate didn’t get stopped and outright groped by anybody. We ducked and weaved through the crowd, and then a moment later we broke through to the front with only a minimum of jostling. It helped that as soon as people turned and saw us moving through the crowd they parted and moved out of the way. Maybe they thought Kate worked at the booth or something? She was certainly hot enough to pull it off!
We finally broke through the crowd and stood in front of a booth that looked for all the world like some giant monster that subsisted on a diet entirely of pink lace vomited all over the place. Girls in costumes from wildly different franchises moved around in front of the booth working the crowd, behind the booth showing the pictures to convention goers, and some of them were taking people back through a curtain, presumably to a room they had set up in back. The only common thing between all of the costumes were they were all "sexy" versions of said costume, even if it wasn't a costume that was intended to be sexy. The girls at this booth found a way to make it work.
I looked at the sign hanging over them. “Costume Damsels.” We were definitely in the right place.
"Damn," Kate said as she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the women on offer at the booth. As I enjoyed the sights I had to agree with her.
"Oh my God! You came!"
It was a high-pitched squeal I hadn't heard since my college days when we used to go out to the bars where sorority girls tended to congregate and let out their high-pitched calls. I turned to see Tiffany looking at us from where her head was popped out behind that curtain people kept disappearing in and out of. She stepped out, a huge grin on her face.
Tiffany was in a different outfit today, not that I was particularly complaining because it was just as hot, if not more so, than the plastic bikini she wore the day before. She was in a green top and skirt that I recognized as the heroine Fialux from the comic series of the same name. She even had the impossibly bright red hair today, though I that had to be a wig considering the blonde hair yesterday. Particularly considering that hair wasn't any color to be found in nature. Still, it fit the costume and it was damn sexy given the whole.
Tiffany bridged the gap between us, coming around the table and wrapping my wife in a huge hug. My cock twitched as I saw the two of them coming together like that and thoughts of them coming together in a far more intimate embrace went flashing through my head.
I wasn't the only one who seemed to be having those sorts of naughty thoughts either. We got more than a few jealous glances from the people standing around the booth. It really was entrancing the way Tiffany's costume left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The way she was bouncing in it was absolutely hypnotic.
Tiffany glanced over her shoulder towards the curtain she'd come from.
"Come back here," she said, gesturing us towards the curtains. "I want to give you two the super special tour. I promise you won't get in trouble as long as you're with me."
I licked my lips as I looked at Kate and she smiled at me. We had one of our marriage telepathy moments. I'm sure my wife knew exactly what sort of trouble I'd like to get up to with this hottie hidden back there where no one could see us. The only question was, what kind of trouble would my wife like to get up to? Did she merely have the interest of a hobbyist talking to a hobbyist, or was there something more there?
Because I definitely got the feeling there was something more there when I saw how Tiffany looked at my wife!
"What do you say honey?" I asked.
She leaned in close to me and whispered, so quiet that even the people standing right next to us at the booth probably couldn't hear.
"I'd say you owe me for this," she said. "But that girl is fucking hot and I want it as much as you probably do."
Yeah, I very nearly came in my pants when she said that. Things were definitely getting very interesting. Very interesting indeed!
14: Costumed Dalliance
And with that I found myself being ushered through a pink curtain into that the back area. When we stepped through the curtain I realized the place was actually far larger than I originally suspected. It looked like they’d
rented out not only their own booth space, but the booth space for the place right behind them and beside them as well. What they’d put together was massive, at least massive in terms of real estate at the convention, area where models were talking with guys, presumably for a little extra money, though it definitely didn't look like anything more than conversation was happening. And then behind that there was a steady stream of girls walking in and out of what I could only assume was a changing area. There didn’t seem to be anybody who wasn’t a model going into that area.
"Come on," Tiffany said. "This is just the meeting room. We need to go somewhere with some privacy."
Kate smiled and took me by the hand. I glanced around the room again, and this time I definitely wasn’t imagining the envious looks I got from some of the guys sitting around. I even saw at least one guy reach out towards a model, but she quickly pulled her hand away and frowned at him, putting an end to that little expedition. Yeah, this definitely seemed like more of a "look but don't touch" sort of area.
I was delighted to see that Tiffany was taking us back to another room hidden behind a curtain. We stepped through the curtains into the changing room. Apparently they’d blocked off far more booth space than I could’ve imagined. It looked like they were using one booth for their front, one booth for the room where guys were chatting with the girls in costume, and there had to be at least two spaces here with the girls in various stages of undress. They wore various costumes from more franchises than I could count. And every one of them was drop dead gorgeous. I know it's cliché, but I really felt as though I'd died and gone to heaven. I was wondering what wonderful thing I'd done in a previous life to deserve this moment on top of every other wonderful sexual thing that had already happened this weekend.
My mouth must’ve been hanging open, because I felt a finger at my chin. I looked over to see Kate standing there smiling at me as she pushed up on my chin closing my mouth.
“Careful,” she said with a wink. “You’re gonna catch flies with your mouth hanging open like that.”
I blushed. “Sorry.”
I was delighted to see that she was taking us back through the changing room area. Jackpot! I was also surprised that the incredibly attractive young ladies in various stages of undress didn't seem to mind that I was a dude walking through their domain. I tried to repay their kindness in not freaking out by not staring. Too much.
Tiffany still held my wife's hand in her free hand, the one that wasn’t preoccupied with closing my mouth, and she pulled Kate to the back of the room where a large air mattress was set on the hard convention floor. Seeing that air mattress brought all sorts of deliciously naughty things to mind and I found myself wondering if yet another fantasy was going to come true right in front of me.
It certainly seemed like the weekend for that sort of thing to be happening!
Tiffany gestured for my wife to sit down on the air mattress. It looked to be a good sized air mattress too. Looking at the mattress was putting ideas into my mind. Impossible ideas. I knew the girls at this booth were probably working long hours at the convention, and no doubt the modeling company had set up the mattress back here to make sure they had a spot to catch a cat nap when they had a few minutes to themselves.
It probably wasn’t there for the reasons I was hoping it was there.
Kate obediently sat on the air mattress. She grinned and nodded over to where Tiffany was walking to one curtained pink wall. She reached up and started pulling another curtain to the side. They had a wire running across the length of the changing area which allowed her to pull the curtain for privacy. Note that we needed to worry about privacy or being separated from the rest of the changing room considering no one was here other than the girl at the front, but the implications of that curtain being drawn shut were making my cock throb.
Both of my eyebrows rose. Once again I found myself thinking thoughts, impossible thoughts, as Tiffany turned around and raised her own eyebrows with a wide grin. She looked at me and then to Kate. She licked her lips and Kate smiled, suddenly looking uncertain for the first time at the convention. Taking on three guys at once didn't bother her, but suddenly she was unsure of herself when she was presented with a hot girl who obviously had the hots for her? Weird.
Tiffany advanced on the air mattress, her hips swaying back and forth hypnotically. Her ass moving in dangerously distracting ways that had me forgetting everything else until that ass moved in front of my wife and I was brought back to the reality of what was happening. Tiffany got down on her knees on the air mattress suddenly smiling with an uncertain smile of her own.
Kate reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Tiffany's face. I wanted nothing more than to see my wife lean forward and kiss her as they looked into each other's eyes with those hesitant smiles. There was something about the way they both so obviously wanted this but were afraid to give into their feelings that was so goddamn sexy!
My wife was the first aggressor. She glanced to me, smiled, then she was on Tiffany. I breathed in sharply as my wife leaned forward and pressed Tiffany back against the air mattress, her hands running all over our sexy new friend me as their lips pressed together.
Tiffany squealed quietly in delight, she probably didn't want to alert anyone wandering the dealer hall as to what was going on back here considering we were only separated from the rest of the convention by a cloth wall. She struggled for a moment, and then she melted into my wife as they pressed their amazingly hot bodies together, as I watched those tits I’d been drooling over pressing against my wife's costume.
Going by Kate's appreciative moans, also subdued considering where we were, it seemed our new friend knew how to kiss. Her lips looked so soft, and I savored the sight of Kate's soft lips pressing against Tiffany's, the intoxicating sight of Tiffany's tongue running against my wife's lips teasing her and then pulling back whenever Kate opened her mouth to let Tiffany in.
Yeah, I was just a spectator but it was obvious from the show that Tiffany knew how to kiss.
Kate pulled herself over Tiffany, never breaking that exquisite kiss. She threw her legs over the college hottie, her plastic bikini bottoms rubbing against Tiffany's panty clad pussy. I winced and prayed that wouldn't end with her costume breaking, because no matter how hot this was I knew she'd be annoyed if the experience ended with her costume getting busted.
There was no loud snap though. Kate wrapped her arms around Tiffany and started moving her hand up under Tiffany's top. She wasn’t in the skimpiest variant of a Fialux costume, but the one she was in came pretty close. As my wife's hand moved up her back and under her tight fitting top I caught a glimpse of the underside of Tiffany's delectable tits and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that I should’ve been surprised. The outfit was so tight that there was no room for a bra in there anyways even considering that Tiffany looked to be a couple of cup sizes smaller than my wife. That just made my mouth water all the more as I realized that the gravity defying bounce in her tits was all-natural, all her.
I had to see those tits. I willed Kate to pull her top up all the way already so I could get a view of the heaven that I'd only gotten a glimpse of the day before. Apparently Kate was in the same mood I was. She rolled around until Tiffany was on top. Her hands moved around to the front and she clawed at Tiffany's top, though it was so tight against the college hottie that it was difficult for my wife to get a good grip. Tiffany pulled away from Kate for a moment and looked down , a smile on her face.
“My, aren’t we eager?”
Kate grinned up at her. “Sorry, it's been awhile since I've been with a girl, and never like this...”
My cock twitched at that admission. I'd seen my wife make out with a couple of girls during ill-advised drunken hookups back in college, but it had never gone beyond that. Still, I'd always wondered, and now I knew. Tiffany's eyes widened in the mock surprise. “It’s your first time? I'm honored!”
Kate seemed done with talking for the moment. Instead s
he attacked the problem of Tiffany's tight shirt from a different angle. Instead of trying to move her hand down the front of Tiffany's shirt, a shirt that was surprisingly tight and surprisingly good at keeping my wife's hands out because it was so tight against her body, she decided instead to come up from the bottom.
I held my breath as my wife reached down to where the bottom of Tiffany's top barely brushed against the top of her rib cage and tugged up. Tiffany grinned and then she sat up so she was sitting directly on my wife's stomach and pointedly not putting any weight on her bottoms or the plastic there. Kate sat up until her body was pressing against Tiffany, though again they were sitting so that Tiffany was repositioned on my wife's legs and not in danger of ruining the costume. Kate's bare stomach pressed against Tiffany's exposed stomach. Their tits mashed together, although Kate's didn’t give nearly as much since her outfit was reinforced with vacuum formed plastic and Tiffany's was just spandex held up by the glory that was her gravity defying tits.
Kate resumed her frantic tugging at the bottom of Tiffany's shirt and Tiffany was kind enough to move her arms up to allow my wife easier access. A moment later the ridiculously tight bottom of her shirt, she must have had some sort of elastic down there keeping the thing in place, was pulling up and her tits spilled out bouncing in front of my wife's face.
Oh my God.
I’d seen plenty of tits before in my life. Hell, I was pretty darn attracted to the pair Kate sported, but this was incredible both because of how incredible her tits were and how incredible they looked with my wife leaning in so close in a forbidden girl-on-girl affair.
Tiffany had the perfect figure to pull off that costume. Slim and toned. It was amazing the way her tits jutted out from her slim frame which moved down to a delicious ass. Her tits had wide pink nipples, and tips that were just begging to be licked and sucked. Kate must've been thinking the same thing because she did just that, burying her face in between Tiffany's tits for a moment as she gasped and moved a hand behind Kate's head. Tiffany ran that hand through my wife's hair, gripping it and pulling slightly as my wife's tongue darted out and wrapped around one of her nipples.
