Kelly stood before the seated, Cheshire cat grinning from ear to ear. He held in his hand freshly autographed pictures of himself. On the chair beside Kelly lay her dress, her blouse, her shoes and a pair of pantyhose. She wore visibly only her white half slip, her very lacy see through bra and some of her dignity. Wiping her long dark hair from her face she kept one arm in place to maintain some cover over her pointed nipples and sheer lingerie.
“Here are the three I promised you. All made out as you suggested.” Mister Wigglesnort even snorted a little but in a less cartoon like fashion. Kelly stood, feeling extremely exposed to his eyes and at his mercy for the rest.
“Three! I need nine!” Kelly protested. For a moment she dropped her arm and her D’s were nearly completely exposed. Looking down she saw her pokies and replaced her hands over each breast to keep them concealed. Inside the thought that it was not cold in here; there is no way she was, nope. She pushed it out of her brain.
“I expressly said I would give you autographs for your clothes. But I did not specify how many. Your loss.” He now snorted in a more cartoon like fashion.
“Bastard.” Kelly said under her breath. “I want the rest,” she paused, “please.”
“Very well I will give you autographs for the remainder of your little group but you must give the remainder of your clothing.”
Kelly was in deep now; half naked before one of the most beloved children’s television characters of the moment. All this so her son could star in the upcoming school plays. Still the power Marissa yields in the school was sizable. Not just a member of every board or committee but Marissa was the head of nearly every board or committee. In fact it was rumored she had dirt on nearly everyone in the school. Her two children always got the choice assignment and when they didn’t it was usually for some reason to serve a greater need of hers. Securing Wigglesnort tickets was not enough for this queen. She had to have autographs for her children and one for herself. Kelly didn’t want an autographed picture for herself but still that left nine. As she looked at the three already signed she thought it would be easy to just give them to Marissa, but apparently Mister Wigglesnort was wiser than she for they were made out in the names of three different members of the group.
Kelly closed her eyes, utter “F****** Bastard,” under her breath. Reaching behind she unhooked her bra. Her enlarged nipples seemed to pop out like a 3D movie as the bra was tossed to the chair beside her. With her modesty gone she ignored her naked chest, Mister Wigglesnort did not, and reached under her half slip. Sliding out of her underwear she stretched the elastic and shot the T-Thong hitting him directly in the face. Standing still the lighting in the room illuminated her half slip making it nearly invisible. Holding a pose for a moment, hands on hips she slid down the elastic and the slip pooled at her bare feet. Placing her hand as cover over her conservatively trimmed triangle she put the other across her breasts. She looked upwards toward the ceiling.
“Very nice.” Mister Wigglesnort continued to grin. “You have got a great body. But I think you need my autograph too.” He smiled; Kelly grimaced, trying to hold her modesty and her breasts at the same time.
“What do you want?” She knew it but was hoping he was wrong.
“You know, being Mister Wigglesnort is a lonely job. Sure I have a lot of mom groupies, but nothing really, truly satisfying.” He stood and turned checking his reflection in the makeup mirror. “I think we can take this one step further.” Back turned. He pulled down his suspenders, unbuttoned his pants and let the baggy costume bottoms fall to the floor.
“He’s not wearing any underwear.” Kelly said to herself as she looked at his very tight and well toned ass and legs. Mister Wigglesnort turned with a smile. “Oh good and he has an erection too.” She said that out loud.
“Of course I have an erection. Besides; I think, since we are both now dressed for it, we should talk about the final autograph.” He grinned. Kelly took a moment to look him up and down as well.
His body was very fit; more so than the outfit he wore would let one. As she scanned her guard dropped. Her arm fell below her breasts, her hand between her legs slid a little to the side. By now he had removed his shirt and his six pack abs was now visible, highlighted only by his very tan, and not fake, all over tanned body. Each stepped forward to the other meeting directly in the middle of the room. Arms went out, mouths began to kiss and the two fell backwards onto an oversized couch in this dressing room.
One hour later the two lay there, sweat soaked and still completely naked in each other’s arms on the couch. Kelly just looked into his eyes as he kissed her neck gently.
“Ahem,” she said clearing her throat. “I believe you owe me one last autograph.”
Epilogue....
Then they both looked up as a knock was heard at the door, it opened for the guest did not wait for an invite to enter. Holding a script in her hand, Gold Locks, still in her blue and white one piece maids outfit; entered. The two nudists just held their places in shock.
“Bradley, I think this last….” She looked at the two of them and swallowed hard as the door closed behind her. “What the hell is going on here?!”
“I told you she was a dumb blond.” Kelly said. Looking at her watch and then at the young lady; Kelly stood. Looking at Gold face to face, Gold could feel a pair of hands pulling up her little dress like outfit.
‘What are you doing?” The young lady protested but it was too late and she did little to fight it. Her dressings were up and over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Small B cups and a very slim, hairless body reacted to the audience of two. Wearing only a pair of knee high socks and Mary Jane’s, Gold was now met with a very deep, very passionate kiss, by Kelly.
One hour later the three lay together on a soft, fake bear rug on the floor. Kelly was the first to sit up again.
“About that last autograph…” She looked at him with a stern eye.
He smiled and sat up. Grabbing a manila folder on the table beside the couch he opened it and quickly signed his name. Both still naked sitting next to each other, he handed to folder to her.
“There you go; you are now no longer officially Mrs. Wigglesnort.”
“Remember you have to pick up Bradley Jr. Friday after school.” Kelly said reaching for her shirt.
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