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Chapter 18 by Eruco91 Eruco91

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Flaky Friends

Compared to her eventful morning the next couple hours went by with little fanfare for Grace. The walk back was just as hot and windy as before. Her now slightly stretched front panel doing very little to protect her modestesty from the sides even if it wasn't seethrough under a strong light.

She got back to the first hotel without incident. Stopping to grab a slice of pizza she waited in line and had her picture taken a few more times. Quickly making her way to the third floor overlook. She was 5 minutes late and didn't see Becky anywhere. After doing a couple laps of the deck and posing for a few more pictures she settled down at the bar with a clear view of the staircase up to the raised platform deck she was on.

Ordering a water. She quickly munched down on her pizza. When she finished there was still no sign of Becky. As she was absentmidedly fiddling with her skirt waiting for Becky a blue drink was placed in front of her. Ordered for her by a woman across the bar in a wonderwoman outfit who just winked at Grace when she glanced over. Wondering what the odds that the woman had been in the hallway during her bottomless incident. She happily gulped down the fruity drink.

To woman walked by handing Grace a napkin with her phone number and room number written on it. Before grabbing the hand of a lanky but toned gentleman in a Superman body suit. They were both in their middle 20's dark hair but with lighter eyebrows indicating a dye job for the convention. She had a wonderful hourglass figure they may or may not have been the result of the pleather corset making up the top half of her outfit.

After they had left the barkeep let Grace know they had oked her to get 2 more drinks on their tab of she wanted.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth she happily ordered two more of those delicious blue fruity things she had just finished.

Grace sat and nursed her drink, and then the third. She was halfway through her third one when she asked the bartender what exactly she was drinking. As she had just ordered "another one". The whole time. She was shocked to learn they were basically a blue version of a long island iced tea and she had roughly 7 more shots in her system now. She hoped the large slize of pizza she ate would help. And cursed her ditzy friend once again for forgetting to charge Grace's phone last night when Grace had asked her to.

It was now past One O'clock when she was supposed to meet Becky at noon.

Deciding her friend wasn't coming afterall she made a mental note to borrow a phone charger from someone next time she saw someone camped out in a hallway using one and to text Becky.

Still she had a lot of con to experience. And once again had a trobbing libido.

Deciding to resist the urge as best she could this time Grace decided to instead go check out the dealer show room. She generally didn't buy anything until sunday morning when people would rather give something up at near cost than load it back up at the end of the con. But she felt like browsing. For a minute.

She felt the full haze of intoxication washing over her. As she was once again swept up in just how cool of an experience this all was. Forgetting any thoughts of embarrassment or concerns for her own modesty she just absentmindedly wandered around the con heading towards the door front door.

Checking the signage on the way out she started heading in the direction of the main showroom floor which was in yet another of the main hotels of the con.

The breezy Atlanta afternoon was in full swing now. It was almost 90 degrees out the breeze felt so pleasant Grace just closed her eyes and sighed every time it rolled in. Completely forgetting to control her modesty panels as they rippled and shifted.

She arrived safely without having caused a traffic accident. But having given several dozen more people an in person view of a 22 year old coeds barely hidden assests thanks in large part to one particularly strong gush of wind that hit right as she was in the middle of crossing a busy intersection. The higher resting place and thinner front panel making it easy to catch a peak anyway. When the wind picked up her smooth and mound glistened in the high sun as she obliviously focused on not getting lost. A steady stream of cogoers and commuters alike getting much more than a simple peak.

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