Cleavage Day!

Kay lifted up her gown and let Rich climb out. Rich wiping the pussy juices from his lips.

"Thank you so much!" Kat said as she threw her arms around Rich drawing him into her bosom. "I owe you big."

Rich would have answered but he was too busy trapped betwixed his girlfriend's breasts. Eventually Kat let go and Rich took a deep breath.

"Have you always been that stacked?" he joked.

"You know it," Kat said with a wink.

Returning to the main path of the Faire a man in a funny hat and a scroll stood upon a soapbox.

"Hear ye! Hear ye! Today by order of the King Dimitri has been declared today Cleavage Contest Day!"

Rich and Kat blinked.

"Did I hear what I thought I just heard?" Rich asked.

"Isn't that a bit misogynistic?" Kay asked.

A nearby woman in a very revealing pirate costume turned to them, "Last time the Queen declared it Kilt Contest Day. All those sexy man thighs..."

After the announcement Kat and Rich began wandering the shops again. At first they didn't notice anything, but then he notice the shop keepers had changed costumes. By Threads of Fate, Madame Taylor replaced her elegant evening green gown with a sleek gold number with corset that showed her hourglass curves and kept her breasts in heck by sheer **** of will.

"Seems like a lot of women are trying to win best cleavage," Rich said. He turned to find Kat pushing up her breasts.

"What?" Kay said bashful. "When in Rome..."

"I..." Rich's eyes were locked on Kat's rack. "I think I need a drink."

Nearby was an outside bar, Rich noticed that just like all the other women the bartender was stacked. She had long cascading blonde hair that pooled in her bosom. She wore a white off shoulder bodice covered by a blue velvet corset.

"What'll it be?" The bar wench said brushing her hair aside to reveal her voluptuous breasts.

"Two Belgian ales," Rich said.

"Make mine a mead," Kat corrected, "I always wanted to try some."

"Yes, milord and milady."

She handed them their drinks. Rich handed her a large bill to pay for them and the woman leaned down to expose her cleavage to him.

"Your change, milord," she said pointing to a few bills that sat nestled betwixed her breasts.

Rich looked at Kat who gave him a nod and a shrug.

"When in Rome," he said as he dipped his hand in. The bar wench closed her eyes and bit her lip as his hand caressed her nipple.

"Thank you, milord," she said as he removed his change.

Rich nervously carried the drinks to a nearby picnic table. When Kat sat down he spoke up.

"Was that weird?" He asked.

"A little bit," she said, "But I wouldn't mind my lord putting his hands on my bosom."

Her breasts seemed to rise at the thought. She let out a sigh as she blushed.

Author's Note: Requested by lordsomno