EroticReverie

Donovan Steel Draper

I'd kept little fucking Thumbelina up for hours last night, unable to get my fill of her. So when I woke up, I didnt bother trying to get my cock back inside her heaven sent pussy, instead licked her pretty little cunt good morning till she came on my face, and I didn't wash her off it, till later that afternoon. 

After I'd given her the orgasm she deserved, and a second one for good measure, I left to go to the tattoo shop for work, and left her to get dressed, and spent all morning and afternoon, wondering what fucking cock teasing gorgeous dress she had on , and if she was wearing those damn wings again. But she'd told me I'd have to wait and see her, because I was going to meet her there at four, and we'd spend the rest of the day there together after her shift. 

AFter my appointments are handled, I dont stick around the shop, because I had a fucking idea and needed to hit the fair a bit earlier, to get a few things.

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I feel fucking ridiculous as I look in the mirror in the mens room after changing my clothes. I'd went to the first tent I saw selling ren fair style clothing. I was surprised they even had anything built for someone my size. The shirt I got was a bit snug on my torso and arms, but served the fucking purpose I guess. 

It was one of those long sleeve lined shirts in black, that had a fake leather shoe lace draw string bit,  that tied in the v neck, and along the arms from the shoulder to the wrists, and had black leather cuffs around the wrist. The black pants that should have been looser than they really were, still sat somewhat loose around my thighs, and were tucked into my own black boots, instead of me springing on a pair of the fake leather ones. I bought a wide black leather belt as well to go around the shirt at the waist, that I had the woman in the tent help me pick out.  She gave me a free little velvet money pouch to attach to it. I pulled my hair back, and tied a small black piece of fabric around it.  I looked like a giant fucking idiot. I felt so out of my comfort zone. I didnt play dress up, didn't do fucking cosplay, yet here I was, doing it for a girl, without even being asked. A girl I'd only known for a few fucking days. 

I leave the tent, texting Madeliene, asking her where she is. She tells me which part of the fair she's at and I make my way over. I feel the stares of people, which probably has more to do with my height than the fucking gettup I have on, cause most people here were dressed up. But I still felt weird and out of place. 

I swear my heart stops beating for several seconds as I see her. Not real. There's no way she's fucking real. 

She's standing under a large tree , with a bunch of kids gathered around her. She's wearing a long gown, longer than her others, so much so that several inches of it pool around her feet, it's almost the exact color of her flesh on top, and fades into pink . The off shoulder sleeves, hang from the middle of her upper arm, with fabric that flows to the ground, just as long as the gown. Her tits are pressed to her chest tightly, they heave just slightly over the top of her dress as she stands there, using her hands to blow bubbles, dipping her hand in the small bird bath like stand beside her. Lift her handm her thumb and pointer in an o shape as her soft pink lips push air through the hole in her hand and a bubble pops off her hand as the kids around her giggle and one little boy pokes the bubble and I watch her eyes go wide in fake shock and she smiles at him, and blows another. 

It's not the best time to get a fucking erection that's for sure, but jesus I was hard as fucking stone. So I hold the bag I shoved my regular clothes into in front of the situation happening in my fucking pants. 

I pull out my phone though, zooming in, taking a few pictures of her. I stand off to the side, not wanting to draw her focus from the kids as she finishes up her shift, going a bit longer than what she said, but I don't mind, cause I'd stand here and watch her all fucking day. 

I watch as she brings her hand from a small pouch at her side and sprinkles "Fairy dust" on a few of the girls in front of her and the squeal with delight , and then she sprinkles it on the boys as well when they yell "us too!" .  

I still just stand there, watching her from the side as the next woman to take her spot sits on the ground with the children allowing Madeliene to grab her things and leave. Only when she's waves to the kids as she's walking away do I step out from behind the side of the tent I was "lurking" against. Instantly her eyes catch my movement, so much taller than rest of the people around. 

The second I see the look on her face, the huge smile on that fucking face of hers, I realize this silly fucking shirt and these pants, and this belt, and stupid little money pouch was worth it as she bounds over to me, picking up the front of her dress like Cinderella running from the prince at the ball. Except she's running towards me, and I'm not sure whats going to burst first, my heart or my fucking dick. 

My own smile grows wider the closer she gets, laughing as she runs, giddy and excited, and god, I wanted to make her smile the way she is now, every damn day. She squeals as she leaps off the fucking ground, dropping her dress, and throwing her arms up and her pink wings bouncing behind her as I crush her little frame in my arms as I wrap my arms tight around her waist , when bending down to let her jump into my arms. 

I stand to my full height, lifting her off the ground and I feel her bury her face in my neck as she hangs around my neck, while I hold her tight in my arms, hugging her to me, and I siwng her just slightly with a chuckle as she keeps her face buried into my neck. 

I think she's laughing too , till I hear a little choked sob. 

I set her down instantly, grabbing her face. 

"You're crying?" I ask my brows pinched with worry. But then she's laughing, while crying...and I raise a concerned eyebrow.

"What...are you crying or laughing?" I ask even as tears are streaking down her face.

"both" she laughs, smiling while crying. I wasnt sure if I liked this or not. 

"Are you...is everything okay?" I ask, confused and concerned. She nods several times with her face still in my hands and she places her hands over mine. 

"You dressed up for me" she says , her eyes on mine watering even more, and she lowers her lashes, more tears slipping from under them as she smiles, her fingers curling over mine.

"I did." I say.  "That's...why you're crying? Did I do that bad?" I ask and she huffs a little laugh, shaking her head and then her hands are grabbing my face and pulling me down and she kisses me. 

"it's perfect...you're perfect...thank you" she says, more crying than laughing now. 

"i'm sorry i made you cry" I say. 

She laughs, shaking her head, her nose brushing mine as she does. 

"Do you know how many times I asked my exes to dress up with me for the fair? And none of them would?" she asks and lifts her eyes to me. 

"Jason even told me I was...childish...and he ...hated all the dresses that you love" 

"Well he's a fucking idiot. Clearly. You can wear whatever the fuck you want with me, alright? If you want to wear those hot as fuck fairy wings every damn day, you fucking do it...you wont hear my fucking complain....you can wear fucking anything at all...screw those assholes...you deserve better." I tell her and she looks up at me.

"I like you." she says and I smile and sqipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. 

"I like you too." I say with a little knowing smile, that we were both well past like, we were a bit addicted to one another, and thank god it went both ways. 

"I'll wear this silly shirt everyday if it means I get the smile that was on your face when you were running over here, before you started crying" I say.

"Im emotional!" she squeaks in protest and I laugh and nod. 

"as long as it's good tears" I say, and she nods. 

I kiss her lips, then her nose, then her forehead.

"I still look tough in these clothes though right?" I ask her jokingly, getting the little laugh I'd planned for as she nods and looks up at me.

"So tough." she says with a smile. 

"Good." I wink at her. 

I watch as she bites her lip. 

"Yeah." I nod at her, with that look in her eye. 

"I see that look Thumbelina" I smirk as I watch her shift from an emotional cute little mess, to a horny one. 

"Then do something about it Donovan Steel Draper" she answers.