Oct 10, 2009: The Art Fair

Katrina and I did the art fair late this morning for a couple of hours in what passes as the gay and lesbian district of town. We browsed all the booths; there really wasn’t a lot going on. We went to a restaurant for lunch and then walked along the 3-4 blocks of what constitutes the main shopping district in this alternative lifestyle part of town. We probably hit about 5-6 funky, off beat shops.

In one shop, Katrina found a ridiculous micro mini and insisted I try it on. The dressing room was midway in the shop against one wall with only a set of canvas curtains slung on rods around the other 3 sides. They curtains didn’t even come all the way down to the floor. She insisted I try this thing on, then come out and show her and the clerk, some diminutive Indian gal with a tat on her bare shoulder. The skirt was way too small for me but I came out anyway, even though I couldn’t fasten the waistband. Fortunately or unfortunately they didn’t have a larger size so I didn’t get it.

When I went back into the dressing room, Katrina whispered in my ear to take off the mini and the black top I was wearing and masturbate. I went ape. The privacy was about zero, but nonetheless, in heels and a bra, I did. There were several other people shopping, some women and some couples. Embarrassed as hell, I could hear footsteps of people passing by, talking about things in the shop. Their presence was distracting yet erotic and I found the right space in my mind concentrating on my cunt and the fact that only a piece of canvass separated me from them. I kept fingering my cunt until in squeezed off an orgasm. I could smell myself and sucked my fingers to try to get the scent off. When I came out, Katrina was still talking to the clerk and the look on my face, a combination of sheer guilt and shame, probably said more than words could have. The clerk looked me straight in the eye and I ducked my head. She gave me her card with her name, Narayani, and phone number written on the back. She did not say anything other than she was sorry the skirt didn’t fit and gave me a coy smile.

We left and I asked Katrina what that was all about. She said it was clear to anybody who paid attention what I was doing behind the curtain. In fact, Narayani asked her what was taking me so long to get dressed again; Katrina said she told her I was probably in there masturbating, that I had a high sex drive. I groaned. She told me to keep the card, and after I’d satisfied some other obligations, call her and ask for sex; she’s sure the girl is a lesbian.

Katrina called Annette since she lives in the same neighborhood and asked if we could come by. We bought a bottle of wine, walked about 4 blocks over to her place and had some wine. I had to tell Annette what I’d done, masturbating in the dressing room, which Annette found hilarious but not surprising. Katrina and I went back into Annette’s bedroom were we undressed and I ate her pussy then licked her ass. Katrina called Annette in and asked to borrow her strappy. She began fucking me. Annette watched for a moment them began undressing. She settled over my face and I ate her while they told me what a shameless whore I was. She said how interesting it’s going to be to have me sucking off this little Hindu princess. I came like a skyrocket. We shifted positions on the bed and Katrina used the strappy on Annette and gave her a slow fuck while I sucked her breasts.

We hung out there until around 5:30, then left and went back to Katrina’s. I picked up some of my fall and winter clothes out of her basement and left.