A new toy.

In the coming weeks Grace would come to the realization that mixing **** with her new anxiety meds had a direct supercharge effect on her libido.

As it was the throughly intoxicated girl was is a hazy fog. Thoughts of modesty and any shame at her current near nudity and previous incidents lost in the rush of people watching and amazing costumes.

She was a the kind of person who always had to be doing something with her hands while intoxicated. Either rolling her glass around, or playing with a straw. As it was the only thing avaliable to turn over in her hands was the fabric panel of her skirt. her right hand was busy just absentminded fiddling with the edge of the cloth as she walked through the convention on her way to the packed show floor. She had intentionally made sure the panel was wide enough for her to do this comfortably when she crafted the outfit, but hadn't factored in the bunched and stretched front panel being a third narrower than she remembered.

By this time the Convention was more than just the morning crowd they had arrived to. The full numbers for the event wouldnt be present until thos evening when all of the late flights and people who couldn't get friday off from work showed up.

Still it was a markedly more dense crowd she was working her way through.

There she was still oblivious to her nearly teansparent clothing when seen under a flash bulb.

Truth be hold the flash was barely needed right now. As her once again throughly sweat soaked top was doing little more than a wet T-shirt would. Not only were her perky nipples seen poking clear as day through the now clinging fabric but the darker outline of her aerola was also visible in nothing but the incandesent lights of the hotel.

All of this would have been enough to embarrass the somewhat reserved and private coed on any other day. Even without her unintentionally flashing everyone walking by on her left side as her idle shifting of her skirt pulled it away.

But for now she was pleasantly bobbing along in a throughly tipsy haze. She wasn't quite slurring her speech or walking in anything but straight lines. But doing so was taking a large amount of mental effort as she navigated her way through the hundreds of people heading to or from the dealer room.

As she got closer to the dealer room the crowd became thicker and thicker, until by the time she was actually crossing the theshold of the room proper it was a shoulder to shoulder squeeze. She showed the security her badge at the door and made her way inside.

As she crossed the theshold there was an unexpected half step down, just a couple inches but enough that it caused her to stumble. She remained on her feet but her right hand that was playing with her skirt panel tensed up and jerked to her side for balance. The sudden tug rotated the cloth band a couple inches off center, and her whole belt shifted slightly to the side. Straighening her belt with a blush and moving her hand to the side. She quickly ducked down a small alley at a snails pace following the flow of thick crowd. Blissfully unaware that her pink slit was now only covered by a half inch of overlap to the left, coming into full view and then back into hiding with every step she took. Her shaven and slick mound on full display. The crowd was too pacted and distracted by wares for her to make a scene by being seen. But there were more than a few shoppers who appreciated the long look the slow pace of the different paths allowed them.

Grace in her current intoxicated and overdriven libido was taking in the lustful looks with pride. She looked dam good in this costume and she was proud it was getting noticed.

All of the shops she stopped at were super friendly but always seemed to try and trap her in conversations to stay longer.

She was just idling browsing, but found most things that interested her were either out of her pricerange, too big to fit into her ankle pouch (her only storage in this outfit). or she already owned.

She had made her way back into the back corner and found the X-rated section. Which was cordonned off by a black curtain.

Now Grace was a fairly reserved person normally. But her time in college had her opening up a bit. One of the things that might surprise people about her, even many of her close friends didn't know in fact. Was that she had a respectable sex toy collection. It all started with a vibrator as a gift from Sarah her freshman roommate and intro into kinkster life.

After she used it for the first time some weeks later she found herself hooked. The cheap vibe gift had lasted nearly a year of almost daily use. And when it had finally died she upgraded accordingly. She now owned a wand, and 3 different viberators, as well as her most recent addition a small white fox tail buttplug.

She walked passed the Cosplay porn subscription booth with a mildly disgusted look at the shoddy costumes and women without self respect. Teasing was one thing. But going fully nude on camera?

She soon found herself in front of a display of various toys and tools for sexual escapades. Vibrators, whips, flogs, plugs, and all manner of things. Some with nerdy branding for the congoer taste. Some just along for the ride.

As she looked over the display case with interest. There were 3 different shops with similiar wears. Most of them more or less versions of things she already had.

It was the third shop that held some more exotic fair. In that case she found a small M shaped silver object that came with a small remote control.

Curiously she asked the shopkeeper about it. Who enthusatically decribed the multiple settings and things. As it turns out what she had taken as a solid M or W shape was actually a U shaped object connected by a short cord to something she recognized as a decently sizable buttplug. The U shaped object was a vibrator and clit tickler. The whole item was meant to be worn discretely for public solo or couple fun depending on who held the remote. The battery was housed in the main vibrator and all three sections could be turned on or off independantly.

She was facinated by the thing but it was more than she could afford. After telling the shop keep that he was suddenly very willing to hangle and keep the young woman at his booth. By the end of it she walked away with a new fully chraged toy for her collection at half off and the shopkeep got a picture with the obliviously exposed intoxicated coed.

As she made her way back out of the dealers room her new toy was the only thing on her mind. Her already enhanced libido was now once again on full overdrive. With every beat of her heart she felt a need to be touched.

It seemed like the rest of the world had the same idea she did. Judging by all the attention her waistline was getting by passing congoers.

Still she resisted the urge to find somewhere private for the moment. Reminding herself there would be plenty of time later and that con time was for being seen.

She made her way out of the dealer room. and into the access hall.

Desiding to brave the outside heat once more as this hotel was more focused on selling things to the cosplayers than celebrating them she decided to kill some more time before hitting the main hall for the evening rush of new congoers.

Once more stepping out onto the windy scorching day. She considered going back to the hotel room and taking a nap. She hadn't slept well the night before due to excitement and knew this was to be a late night of partying. Plus she could play with her new toy...

But she decided against it. In her current aroused and intoxicated state the lustful looks from the stream of people walking her direction was too much fun to pass up. She felt like she was in a dream, her thoughts were dominated by the rymthmic pounding in her most private of parts. Not only was her attention drawn to it but it seemed everyone she passed could read her mind. Every pair of eyes she made contact with where staring at her waist.

Which thanks to a steady breeze and an offcenter front panel was on full display from any angle forward or to her left. And with the full blast of sunlight making her too even more translucent than its clingy soaked self was already the poor girl might as well have been naked as she smiled and cocked her hip towards a group of college aged guys waiting outside the Weston with camera turned towards her.

Her feet had taken her here without much thought to direction but she welcomed the relief of the AC and thought she might grab an autograph while she was here with the money she had saved on free drinks and discounted toys.

God she was having such an amazing day. Blushing to herself slightly at her bottomless antics earlier, she found the memory entralling instead of embarrassing, so wrapped up in her need for stimulation and still in an **** haze the idea of shame was still not within her current comprehension.