Every year there is the country fair held in August, not far from where I live. It was very popular and I had been going to it for the last few years. There was always a lot to do and plenty of displays of handicrafts, and home baked goods (which were always great) as well as veggies and flowers to be judged.
Last year they had a kissing booth and the proceeds went to the community. The theme had been very interesting, the girl dressed up like a southern belle straight out of “Gone with the Wind” and it went over very well. The booth brought in a lot of much needed money for the community and there were a lot of donations.
So I suspected they would be repeating that feature this year. A few days before the fair was to start, I got a phone call asking if I would be willing to volunteer my time at one of the booths. I said, “Of course I would. Just let me know ahead of time what I was expected to do.”
The next day there was a knock at the door, it turned out to be one of the committee people, Mrs. Brown. I said, “Come in Mrs. Brown and have a seat,” which she did. She had a box with her, and set it at her side when she sat down.
Mrs. Brown looked a little sheepish when she said, “Now Karina, I hope you will be a good sport about what I want you to do at the fair.” I smiled and thought this sounds suspicious. She was a little nervous, which made me nervous too, but I just waited for her to tell me what my job was going to be. She said, “I may as well tell you, we want you to man the kissing both this year. Do you think you can do that?”
I thought, well that's the last job I was expecting to get, but laughed and replied, “Sure, why not? She smiled back and said, “Well there is more, the theme this year is a Latin gypsy theme” I just looked at her. She said. “You will be expected to not only kiss the customers, but dance with them too. I have your outfit in the box here.”
I smiled and said, “Alright I always liked gypsies, it might even be a lot of fun.”
She then told tell me, “You will be having a partner; we thought to double our customer interest. I have all the things you need to know written down. So after I leave you can go over them and look at the costume, and if you have any questions, just give me a call, OK? I think we got your size right, at least I hope that we did.”
I said, “Sure, I think this should be interesting, and it is, after all, only two days of my time and for a good cause.”
She replied, “Thank you and have fun with being a gypsy, and oh, make us lots and lots of money!” I laughed. Then she got up and again thanked me and said, “See you tomorrow at 8:00 am sharp to help set everything up. Wear your outfit since the booth is to open at 9:00,” and then she left.
I looked at the box and decided I'd better check out the outfit to make sure it fit me. But first I read the papers. It was your usual list of rules and so on, nothing out of the ordinary. But it did say bring some Spanish CD s, if you have them and I did, since that was my kind of music.
Now for the costume, the black skirt was floor length, with panels running down like a candy cane. Each panel had dime sized off white dots. It was really something I would like to wear. Under the skirt I was to wear black stockings held up by a garter belt. I wondered if I should wear panties or not! I think I felt like being daring so I decided to wear my skimpy black thongs. I tried it on, and it hugged my hips and then flared out. It would be just great for dancing especially when twirling around. There was also a fringed shawl, covered in flowers. I tied it around my waist.
The top was cherry red with a very low round neckline, the sleeves came off the shoulders. I had the perfect push-up strapless bra that would show off my cleavage very well, and would look great with the outfit. When I put it all on, it felt right, like it was made for me.
I looked into the box to see what else was there. I found a pair of double gold hooped earrings, the inner hoops had coins attached and when I shook them they jingled merrily. For my throat there was a one inch thick gold choker with a chain attached on either side. It was long, ending in a ruby stone nesting in my cleavage. I then found some gold bands for the arms and wrists, even one for the ankle and lots, of rings for my fingers. I looked the part of a gypsy.
The outfit was completed with a pair of black spiked heels. Definitely not authentic but it put some zing in the outfit. For an added touch I bent down and took the edge of the skirt and tucked it into the waistband. You could now see one leg well past my knees when I moved. Wow, what an outfit, I knew I was going to attract a lot of attention looking like this. I looked in the floor length mirror. I was dressed as a gypsy, and the funny thing was, I felt like one. Damn I looked good.
The next morning I got dressed. It all fit very well, and I knew I looked great in it. My olive coloured skin was probably one of the reasons I was picked for this job. Then I looked at my hair, I usually wore it just as it was, long and curly. I had to do something with it, but what?
I thought I would put it up using the silver comb I had found in the box, letting some tendrils escape and flow down onto my shoulder. When I was all done I looked at myself in the mirror again. I didn't recognize myself, I looked so different. The woman in the mirror had dark brown eyes, large and sultry with full lips of ruby red. I had an athletic body narrow at the waist with full bosom Well off I went to the fair looking like a real gypsy.
When I got there I looked around, and everyone was busy setting up for the day. I asked where the kissing booth was located. As I walked to the far side of the building I could see a man standing at the booth he had on the kind of outfit that reminded me of a pirate. He wore boots up to his knees, and his pants were black and fit like a second skin. His shirt was white and it fit him loosely, and open at the throat revealing his curly black chest hair. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist and nice round buns.
When I got up close I saw he was very handsome, with dark curly hair, and smouldering eyes and very kissable lips. I could see I had a hot partner and it was going to be a very interesting two days. When I got to the booth I stopped in front of him, put my hand out and said, “Hi, it looks like you are my partner, my name is Karina.”
He took my hand and held it, smiled at me and said, “Pleased to meet you, I'm Nickolas.” He looked me over with very approving eyes and I almost blushed.
As he held my hand he moved his thumb on the palm, I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow in silent inquisition.