What’s Behind The Curtain?

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Caption

Justin looked around nervously at the wonderous costumes and people behind them who walked from event to event at Dingaling City’s annual pride parade. This was Justin’s first time, having been raised in a conservative environment that would blush at such events, as he was doing so now. “Okay,” thought Justin, “what first?” He was trembling in the heat of the summer, his light blue cotton button-up was showing telltale signs of his repressed little heart in slight perspiration stains. His pale knees shook under the hemming of the tan shorts he had typically refused to wear. He hated showing his legs, feeling like only old men were supposed to have patches of missing hair from wearing dress socks. This annoyance had overridden his standard level-headedness and pushed him to shave his legs for the first time. Being a skinny guy his legs seemed far more defined than he felt they actually were. Ankle shoes and rainbow socks completed the image he was going for, which was lost on even himself. Was he a preppy college kid, or some trust fund baby perhaps? Did he only have enough time to take an extended lunch to visit the pride parade this year? No, he wanted to make an impression on someone, but he had no clue who that someone even was. Justin noticed a dark purple crushed velvet tent located curiously beside two buildings that he had sworn had an exit of some sort located between them previously. He wandered towards it. There were dandies dressed in cabaret uniforms handing out Jello shots to anyone who would open their mouth and let them slide it in for them. Circus performers were doing tricks in the streets, and some were even using their circus talents to do the occasional cartwheel before returning to their ‘head’. Burly men with hairy güvenilir bahis chests and cute hats that looked like bears were walking around like Tarzan merkin-less beneath their loincloths, beating their chests, and performing feats of strength. One police officer was sitting on his bike, knee raised in a poor attempt to hide his erection. He had on sunglasses, but Justin felt his eyes follow him towards the tent across the street. Justin’s face was nearly as red as the tent that he was now walking into. The curtains were layered in long, thick strips, that gave off the impression of a car wash as he pushed his way through them and into the dark space within. It had the appearance of a small den, a domed curtain of the thinnest satin, appeared to dance above them unsupported. The space between it and the walled lining of the tent created an illusion that they were somehow in a void, cut off from the delights happening out in the light. A figure was seated on the floor upon a pillow, another pillow across from them. A small circular desk hovered on the floor between them seemingly unsupported by anything. Upon it was a pack of old tarot cards, a small glass ball filled with a kind of smoke, a single pink candle that was the only light source in the dim space, and a black cloth satchel. “Please… sit,” commanded the beautiful voice. It had sounded as though more than one person was speaking at once, a soft sing-songy voice mixed with something deep and rich that reverberated in Justin’s chest. “Okay, but what,” he was cut off. “Your questions will be answered,” responded the voice. “You are unsure of yourself, and are wondering what your place is here, aren’t you?”Justin stared at the psychic. A veil of the same material as the inside lining güvenilir bahis siteleri of the tent shadowed their movements beneath. They were wearing a sleeveless robe that had been moved strategically to uncover their crossed and bare legs, a single piece on either side flowing down between the crossed legs and blocked the remaining view. “Yeah,” was Justin’s short response. For a moment the psychic made a noise that sounded either like a stifled laugh, or a suppressed cough. “I’m sorry, you made me laugh,” they clarified before quickly snapping back into character. “Would you care for a full reading?””Yes, but can I ask a question before?””You just did.”Justin chuckled, “okay, this is my first time going to a pride event. Are all of them like this? I mean this is a smaller town and this seems extremely elaborate and well planned out. Why are none of the other events like this?”The psychic broke character again and responded flatly, “Yeah but those are straight events, they can’t account for regular kinks in event planning, how would they ever purposefully account for all our kinks without the twinks?” They both laughed at the joke, which helped to relax Justin. He yielded control back to the psychic who proceeded with the reading. “My name is Esmeralda, and yes, I am actually psychic. I do not believe in profiting off of these gifts, so I offer them up to those willing to freely receive. How about it Justin, are you willing to receive?””Wait, I don’t remember telling you my name,” he replied. “Shhh… Now we can begin. If anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to simply say stop. At that point I’ll move back to my seat, and will only resume with your consent. Is that understood?”Justin nodded his head, then verbally iddaa siteleri consented after realizing how caught up in the moment he was becoming. Esmerelda made a shooing movement with their left hand and the small desk that separated them rose upward and disappeared through the veil. “Okay, that was creepy.” “Shh…””Sorry.”They stared at him with a piercing look as though there was nothing that could be hidden. Esmerelda sank to her knees and crawled toward Justin, eyes locked in a trance-like state. “I need your hand,” Esmerelda cooed. Justin reached forward, palm upwards in anticipation of the traditional reading. Eye contact was broken, migrating to the offered palm. Both hands rose to meet his, cupping it with the left hand, and tracing the lines with the right. The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity as a gentle shiver traced upwards along Justin’s spine. “Oh my,” muttered the Madame. “Oh my, you have quite an interesting reading. May I,” they dropped his hand and reached for his other. “I thought so… You have an openness to you that intrigues me. I wonder would you mind if I, in the privacy of the tent, ask you to take off some clothing for me? I would oblige if it makes you more comfortable of course.”Justin paused for a moment with a raised brow and finally replied, “Uh sure.”Again Madame Esmerelda laughed before continuing, “and may I?”They reached for his shoes as Justin agreed to be disrobed. The shoes and rainbow socks came off first, followed by the button up which of course had a white undershirt layered beneath it. That too was removed, leaving solely the tan shorts and blushing skin. The Madame’s eye wandered over Justin’s body, scanning him thoroughly, occasionally a delicate touch was used to search for some mysterious thing or other. He didn’t mind the searching, his blushing being a reaction to such sudden immodesty, the twitch in his legs however was new. There wasn’t a time he could place where he had ever been leg-shaking turned on. Until now. 

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32