True stories of Public Sex at the Renaissance fair ♕

Public Sex at the Renaissance Fair

A Renaissance fair is kind of like Disneyland for kinksters. People who love all kinds of dress-up, roleplaying, BDSM and so much more. I actually have many different true stories of public sex at the Renaissance fair, stories where nude Knights and disrobed damsels are the very tip of an iceberg of encounters. There are vendors in tents displaying wear as far as I could see. Sprinkled in were entertainment areas and food trucks.

One of my favorite true stories of public sex at a Renaissance fair was when a group of us went to one. A large group of us decided to go to the fair together.

Most of my girlfriends were dressed as typical wench or princesses and scattered the moment we entered the fair.  But I went all out in my costume. Off-shoulder almost sheer blouse, corset, and ankle boots my skirt flared out like a gypsy.

The mature Scottish warrior has been one of my favorite lovers for years. What did my highland warrior/poet/ sage wear…? As the old joke goes, Question; “What does a Scotsman wear under his kilt?” Answer; “Lipstick… and on a good day 2 shades.” In his kilt and the rest of the outfit completely as a highland warrior of old, stepped into modern times.  He was to have a VERY Very good day. By the end of the day, he would look like a rainbow party had occurred. And he has a really nice staff.

But my petite Katie, my BDSM Little dolly.

She was a fairy with an 8-foot thin chain collar and leashed to my hand. She wore layers of sheer fabric panels only sewn at the waist of a wide belt, and her top a tiny bustier. Her long curls are woven with different colored wires and ribbons. Her slim legs are completely nude. And her feet were encased in slippers. Her entire body shimmered with fairy dust and the full-body-length sheer wings were exquisite.

Now, none of us ladies were wearing panties of any kind. But the ends of Katie’s dress panels barely covered her ass cheeks when standing upright. Since I and Katie adore it when I control her sexual encounters, it was not surprising that her inner thighs glistened. She loves our Scott’s man also and knows at least some of what the day will bring to her.

Remember, this is one of my true stories of public sex at the Renaissance fair. The first vendor’s tent we went into was for sparkling strips of fabric. Scarves, shawls, other erotic and eye-catching fluttery fabrics. I let Katie wander around into the tent while I stopped at the entrance, holding her leash. Catching my Scottish warrior’s eye with a naughty grin and a nod towards Katie, I started to talk with the vendor.

I admit my true stories of public sex at the Renaissance fair are at least partly bc

I am into exhibitionism and voyeurism. Watching him walk behind Katie, I barely caught the sight of his kilt material lifting. He stepped right behind her and pulled her hips back slightly.

Her head jerked up from the table of goods she had been looking through. Making eye contact with me. My naughty grin broadened as I put my finger to my mouth making the “SHhhhhhh” motion.

She knew she was not to make a sound as he pushed his cock through her pussy opening. I watched her eyes as his girth spread her open. Saw her face getting red, and the flush of arousal spread down her chest.

I could barely see his movement, and I was watching for it. Though they both were in full view, framed in the entrance with only a low table in front of them, I don’t think anyone realized what was going on. Just another of my true stories of public sex at the Renaissance fair. And the day was just starting but this is the kind of thing that happens when you have sex with a MILF.