A couple of years ago, a new girlfriend and I decided to attend the Renaissance Faire here.
We wandered around, and because it was still so warm out, had a few beers and I became mildly intoxicated. "Cheap Date"
At one intriguing stop, my friend and I found ourselves in a "shop" trying on the costumes, available there, and giggling at the layers and restrictions
She encouraged me, and I tried on several outfits...
And...they all seem to required assistance to get into.
And It seemed to require two of the sales women to appropriately do up the laces...
Maybe one could have done the job, but they were both fussing and adjusting my breasts, and how they were presented, the layers of skirts and under skirts, and having fun limiting my ability to take a breath. Their fingers seemed to be every where..
My friend encouraged me, along with the liquid lunch... now no room for anything else... to purchase the final product.....
So we continued to wander, my breast confined, elevated until the pale edge of my areola's were on the verge of exposure...bells tinkled with every step... And as we wandered about, taller males... and a few females seemed to brush up closer when passing through the crowds... brushing..oh, so accidentitally... touching the constricted waist, for balance, as they looked down the exagerrated cleavage, so white above the lace. One, bold person's fingertips glazed that exposed area before dissapearing into the crowd... And I noticed my friend... looking at me differently also..
When we finally left, I had become cranky... dissapated Ethol... and lack of nourishment and O2...
So, we stopped at a popular chain steak place.
I drank 3 glasses of water, and ordered food and drink for me...She was driving.
And while I worried about the technical difficulties, I might encounter, using the ladies facilities, our good humor returned.
Half way through my meal, my friend, laughed, and proceeded to share her observations with me...
That as we had sat there, each of the non- wait staff, seemed to have to walk past our table, on their way to no where, and then pass by again on their way back to the back to the kitchen. Never, a different route... and a couple of them, even twice.
Even the table across from us had noticed... that the staff were parading by,
looking at my tits... bound and pushed up so high... the nipples almost showed....
My girl friend later confessed that she preferred women... and then eventually helped me out of that outfit...
But that was another adventures... begining.
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