Gabe scratched his head... It was the middle of a long day of a convention. He wanted to help, but he didn't know a lot about cosplay design or sewing repair, but she needed his help. She held up her arm again with the top half-on and half-off.
"See?" she asked. "It doesn't want to stay on!" At this point she was pouting.
Chel was a little spitfire when she was revved up about something. She could also pout with the best of them. Gabe wished his daughter, Chel's best friend, was here. SHE knew what she was doing, and could figure out how to fix the outfit problem.
But then again, if she were here, Gabe probably wouldn't be getting the half-naked marvel in front of him. Chel was wearing a skirt that was part of the outfit. The blouse, a little school-girl number, was hanging half off her as she held up one arm in the sleeve. Underneath that was a skimpy lace bra. Chel was all of 5' 4" and had very little up top. The bra was clearly more for modesty than support. As she turned to show the sleeve issue from another angle, Gabe got to see her ass in profile. That was one thing she could definitely brag about.
Both his daughter and Chel talked him into coming to this convention. Gabe's wife was there too. In fact, his wife knew about the effect little Chel had on him. She worked her deft magic to take advantage of the 'cosplay emergency' and engineered a way for Gabe to be alone in the hotel room with Chel. I owe her for this, he thought as he admired the curve of her tight little ass.
"I don't really know what to do with it, Chel." he admitted to her. "If the arm is falling off, I think all we can really do is pin it on. Neither of you brought a sewing machine."
He checked his watch. "It IS getting kinda late. Why don't you change into one of your other outfits so we can get back to the con before it closes?" He knew he had plenty of time and his wife would keep his daughter busy long enough for him to enjoy a bit of time ogling this pert little minx. Does she know the effect she has? He wondered.
Chel sighed as only an 18 year old girl can and let the rest of the top slide off her arm. She crossed her arms in front of her bra-covered chess and looked down. "I guess so..." she said and trailed off, obviously disappointed that her cosplay plans were not working as she had hoped. He took a step towards her, careful not to get too close and make her uncomfortable. He placed a fatherly hand on her shoulder and said "I'm sorry Chel... I know you wanted to wear this one, but you don't really have a choice."
She looked up and he could tell that she was closer to tears than he would have thought this situation called for. He cocked his head and asked "Chel, are you OK? Seems like something else is bothering you... what's up?"
She took a deep breath and reached up to put her hand over his. "It's nothing... I'm just..." she shrugged. "Frustrated, I guess. Nothing ever seems to go right." She squeezed his hand, slid out from under it, and moved over to sit on the bed. She reached down and pulled the suitcase that held her other outfits over to her. She hopped off the bed long enough to slip the skirt off and sat back down. Gabe was thankful that her back was to him at the moment so he could adjust the growing erection to be less obvious.
Chel's panties matched her bra. Both in red & black lace that belied the innocence that she always seemed to radiate. HAVE I mislabeled her? he wondered.
She unzipped the suitcase and lifted the top. She paused and heaved another sigh. Gabe watched as she dejectedly dropped to top of the suitcase, and flopped over onto her side, with her back still to him.
Gabe walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to her and put his hand back on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked, while rubbing his thumb on her shoulder.
"Nothing..." she closed her eyes. "Everything... I just... uuuugggggggg".
He squeezed her shoulder and started rubbing up and down the top of her arm. "What? Tell me." he assured her.
"This whole outfit thing... I haven't been having a good time because I miss my boyfriend... me and Mel had a fight..."
"Wait..." he stopped rubbing her at the mention of his daughter, Mel. "What did you and Mel fight about? "
Chelsea's eyes shot open and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. "Um... nothing, nevermind". She kept looking away and turned a bit more to hide her face.
Whatever it was about, it must have been embarrassing he thought. Was it about... me? He dismissed the idea... his attraction to her was blurring the moment with fantasies of her professing a lustful desire for him. He shook his head and pushed on.
"Ok... I'll forget about it. But as far as your boyfriend goes, that's part and parcel with a long distance relationship ". He knew her boyfriend lived on the other side of the country.
She sighed again. "I know. I just..."
He continued stroking her arm.
"It's just... masterbation only goes so far" she gushed, hiding her face further.
Gabe was shocked to stillness. He had fantasies that started out like this. Her confiding sexual things in him. One thing leading to another... He cleared his throat and resumed stroking her arm, covering from the top of her shoulder down to her wrist, lightly playing his fingertips across her flesh. He could see the goosebumps breaking out on her.
"Do you think he'd allow you to... ahem... take care of the needs? I know some long distance relationships are open like that".
"We've talked about it," she said, her words coming a bit easier now that she broke the ice. "He said it's ok, but only if it's okay for both of us... like... we both can play around."
