Another Saturday morning waking up alone. A cool breeze blew the curtains at the windows edge, rattling the Venetian blinds. It would be another scorching August day. Angela stretched, and as she adjusted her eyes to the sunlight just beginning to shine through her window, she heard the drums, a rhythmic thunder in the distance pulsing against her awakening. She recalled that there would be a music and art festival in the park a block today, lasting long into the night.
It was just a year ago when her ex boyfriend and she had a huge argument at the festival. Angela loves to dance and had been intoxicated by the Latin rhythm of the salsa band. But Thomas did not like to dance and preferred to simply drink beer than dancing with her. Angela began to dance alone and found herself in the middle of the crowd near the bandstand. She became lost in the sound of the music, several glasses of wine, and the warm evening. Angela was having the time of her life until Thomas found her and let her know he was pissed. They left the festival soon afterward and it became the event that led to their breaking up several weeks later.
Angela felt the familiar warming sensation between her legs as she recalled the dancing. "Damn", she thought to herself, "I really need to get laid" Moving her left hand to her breast and her right hand to her pubic area she began to play with herself. Closing her eyes she circled three fingers gently in circles over her clitoris. In her mind she returned to thoughts of the festival a year ago. The vision came to her to dress like a gypsy. She would wear the loose fitting white cotton dress, naked underneath. A leather and bead anklet around her ankle, some jingly jewelry around her neck and long sparkling ear rings. She would be barefoot and wear a musky scent with a hint of wood smoke. The sounds of the band practicing in the park nearby increased in volume and the other members of the Salsa band began to play with enthusiasm. Angela moved her hips and pelvis sensually in rhythm with the music and her fingers.
She moved in her fantasy to the grass near the bandstand. The earth felt cool to her feet. It was a young crowd packed into a small area. There was little room to move so most were standing in place and swaying and moving their bodies to the frenetic salsa beat. She could feel the heat of their bodies and the smell of perspiration rising with the dust. The group became a single moving mass with the music. She lost herself to the music. Angela was stunningly beautiful in the white gypsy dress and jewelry. Her dark tanned body and flowing long black hair drew some single men to her like a magnet. She did not want to choose a partner. She was enjoying the freedom to be herself with the music and moment. She became aware of the hands brushing her buttocks, and brief touches disguised as accidental incursions of her space. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. She knew she was sexy and was enjoying the touching and attention she was receiving.
