Plain Jane Becomes Dirty Jane Pt 08

Part 11

The next morning I woke up feeling pretty groggy. It was hot already and I looked at my watch to see it was nearly 10.00am. I threw on a skirt and t-shirt not bothering with any underwear for now and grabbed my washbag and towel and poked my head out of the tent just as my brother and Ryan came back from the showers.

"Hi Jane, how are you?"

"Oh hi, guys! A tad wobbly, but the shower should wake me up I hope."

They smiled back at me, and I blushed a little as I recalled all the naughty things I had done with them last night, and how I had really let myself go with them.

"Did you have a nice time yesterday, Jane?"

Asked Ryan beaming at me.

"Yes, lovely, thanks!"

I said with some enthusiasm.

"You could do with a long hot shower, you are really dirty, Jane."

Said Ryan, clearly referencing last night. I blushed a little deeper and flashed him a comically irritated look.

"Hey, Ryan," I said, changing the subject. "How did you get on with the French girl then, no go?"

"Should be seeing her today, I'm going to meet her down at the reggae stage, we can wait for you if you like?"

"Oh, sounds good, but I'll be a while yet, so I'll catch up with you."

"OK, see you in a bit."

They hung their towels over their tent and headed off to the music. As I clambered out into the all too bright sunshine I saw the man in his tent opposite us sitting there having breakfast and looking over at me. I smiled slightly embarrassed recalling my noisy antics last night knowing he must have heard almost everything. I was a bit surprised at how old he looked in the full light, easily in his 60s and he smiled at me knowingly.

"Good morning Miss?"

He said, brightly.

"Oh, good morning."

I said blushing madly. He grinned back at me looking me up and down as I pulled down the flaps of the tent and hurried off to the showers. I didn't have to wait too long mercifully and was soon beginning to feel quite refreshed by the warm shower. My mind drifted back to the previous day, and I could hardly believe I had fucked five different men in the one day! God, I really was a slut. Part of me was a little shocked by my own behaviour and another part wondered why I had waited so long to have so much fun! My pussy felt slightly tender, and I resisted the urge to masturbate but the memories of yesterday were making it very tempting. I thought maybe I needed a rest day. Maybe.

I finished showering and wandered back to my tent and I could hear music starting up all over the site filling the air with excitement. I felt refreshed and uplifted as I headed up the slight hill and noticed the old man was still sat just outside his tent smoking. We looked at each other and I smiled politely again as he nodded slowly, his eyes flickering up and down my body again.

"Had a good scrub down then hey, Miss?"

"Erm, yes, very refreshed, thank you."

I replied to his slightly peculiar phrasing. I climbed into my tent and pulled down the flaps but failed to notice the slight breeze over the site which kept blowing the flaps of my tent leaving me quite visible to the outside world, although we were in a fairly quiet corner. I had my back to the entrance and discarded the little clothing I had on and sat their completely naked as I rummaged through my backpack for some fresh clothes.

I picked up a bra and then just thought oh I can't be bothered and put it back and dug out my light blue t-shirt and thought it would match my new knickers which I picked up and looked at with a smile as I stared at the red lettering again. Just then I felt a slight cool draft on my bare back and turned round to see the tent flaps bellowing and leaving me exposed as I also saw the old man still smoking outside and craning his neck to look at me.

I just tutted to myself and thought dirty old bugger! Though to be fair I had found it quite exciting at the time knowing that he could hear me getting up to all sorts last night. I felt a little rush of excitement and decided to pretend I hadn't noticed, and I turned round to reach for some cigarettes that my brother had left in my tent allowing the old man a nice sideways view of my naked breasts. I looked around the floor of the tent for a light but couldn't find one and I grinned as I thought of a very naughty ruse. I ducked down lying flat on my tummy and poked my head out of the tent and coughed and then said.

"Erm, excuse me, sorry to bother you, but do you have a light please?"

Holding up my cigarette. The old man looked a bit surprised, but his eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up and walked towards me tapping his pockets saying.

"Yes, certainly."

He stooped down at the entrance of my tent as I smiled up at him, cigarette in mouth. As he bent down he looked all the way along my naked body and stared, quite transfixed at my bare bottom. I acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world and just looked up at him holding the cigarette in my mouth as he fished around in the pocket of his shorts and after a little fiddling around pulled out a lighter, flicked it and held it out to me, his hand shaking visibly as I sucked and drew the flame to the tip of my cigarette and puffed a couple of times.

He was crouched in front of me with his legs open, dithering, clearly wondering whether he should retreat happy with the memory or whether he could stay and admire the view for longer. I was enjoying showing myself off to him and decided to prolong things and started up a conversation.

"I'm Jane, by the way."

He seemed shocked when I spoke but quickly found his voice as he coughed and then answered.

"Nice to meet you Jane, I'm Derrick."

"Hi Derrick, are you having a nice festival?"

"Oh, yes, most enjoyable thank you, Miss. And yourself?"

"Oh, I'm having a lovely time, thank you. Sorry about the noise last night."

He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he answered.

"Oh...well...it's a festival, you expect a bit of noise."

He answered tactfully. I looked at him now close up, he had thick closely cropped grey hair, and his slightly wrinkly skin was clean shaven, and his blue eyes looked alert and furtive as he continued to look past my eyes every now and then to my pert naked bottom. I put my hand on his knee and very gently pushed it downwards encouraging him to sit in front of me as I smiled back at him. He sat down cross legged. I had been crouched down low with my arms across my bust until now but the devil in me encouraged me to prop myself up on my elbows as he was now sat right in front of me, a very willing audience as I moved my arms out of the way and let him see my naked breasts.

"Oh, my word!"

He said, as he looked down at them as I casually took another drag of my cigarette. He looked a little shaky as he admired my ample breasts and I could feel my nipples begin to stiffen in a most pleasing manner as I smiled again to see his cock stirring in his shorts as he swallowed and pushed it to the side as best he could, but that just made it more obvious as the legs of his shorts were quite tight on him and the outline of his cock was now clearly visible, fixed firmly against his left leg. I reached up with my hand and traced the outline of his cock with my hand and looked into his eyes and said.

"Hmm, you like looking at me then?"

He gasped and moved back very slightly and said.

"Oh, yes, Miss, you have a beautiful body!"

"Oh, thank you."

I said, rubbing his cock a little harder. I could feel it swelling and see it gradually snaking down his trouser leg as he became more erect, and I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh and slowly edged it up to his trouser leg and pushed it inside, all the time watching his reaction closely until he jumped as I touched the end of his hard cock with my fingertip. He managed to relax a little and groaned and I could feel he was circumcised as I ran my fingertips over the head of his cock and felt the wetness slick against them.

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

He looked amazed as he looked down at me, his eyes wide as he nodded feverishly, hardly believing his luck. I threw my cigarette butt away and removed my hand from his trouser leg and licked my fingers tasting his precum as he gasped slightly watching me intently. Then I unzipped his fly and put my hand inside and felt his rigid cock and his big balls in his pants. I squeezed his balls gently as he looked around the site urgently checking to see if anyone was around but said nothing, so I guessed the coast was clear, although frankly I enjoyed the edginess of thinking that we could be caught at any moment.

I managed with a little difficulty to free his cock from his trousers as he lifted himself up slightly to assist me and when I did I was mildly pleased as it wasn't the biggest I had seen but it was a y decent length and very stiff with quite plump tasty looking head with a plume of grey hairs at the base. I managed to get his big balls out as well and I held them in one hand caressing them as I ran my other hand slowly up and down his stiff shaft.

"Oh, yes!"

He said a little too loudly, but at least the signal was loud and clear that he was very much enjoying what I was doing to his old cock. No surprise really!

"Hmm, you have a nice cock."

I said as I continued to rub it and play with his balls.

"Thank you, my dear."

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?"

"Oh, yes please!"

I pulled him towards me, and he shuffled up a little closer and I ducked my head down putting out my tongue and licked his cockhead. I ran the tip of my tongue all over his cock and tasted him again. I could just make out the fragrance of him as I licked him and ran my tongue up and down his shaft and tickled his hairy balls with my tongue as he groaned again.

"You can touch my breasts if you like and play with my nipples."

He didn't need telling twice and he immediately grabbed them with both hands slowly squeezing them as he lifted them up feeling the weight of them and twisted my stiff nipples gently between his fingers. That was nice! I rewarded him with a good tongue-bath on his wrinkly balls, licking away enthusiastically as he reciprocated the pleasure by doing a lovely job of caressing my breasts. I then got to work on his cock and put my mouth over his shiny cockhead and licked all along the underside of it with my tongue and then sank my mouth down over his shaft.

He was a good 5 inches, and I managed to get most of it into my mouth and I happily sucked him off in the sunshine, my head bobbing up and down as my saliva began to dribble down his shaft. I suddenly noticed some movement and caught sight of a youngish couple behind the old man walking past just behind my brother's and the old man's tent. They were deep in conversation and laughing about something and they didn't notice us as first, and the old man didn't see them, and I just kept on sucking his cock when the man suddenly looked over and I heard him say to his girlfriend.

"Jesus Christ!"

"The dirty bitch!"

Said the woman as they kept on walking open mouthed but kept looking back. I thought it was quite funny and it spurred me on to enjoy the old man's cock in my mouth. I could feel him now twitching every now and again and gasping occasionally.

"Oh, God, I'm nearly..."

I knew what he was going to say, and I quickly looked up for a moment and said.

"It's OK, I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Oh my God!"

He said as he started to involuntarily shove his cock deeper into my mouth and he made a whimpering noise as I felt the first splash of his cum erupt over my tongue.

"Hmm."

I hummed as he shot 2 or 3 more jets of cum into my mouth. He seemed to have quite a lot of spunk for an old man and my mouth was pretty full of it as I rolled it around inside with my tongue. It tasted wonderful and I swallowed slowly as he gradually stopped shaking and settled back down on his haunches withdrawing his cock as I held it in my hands all sticky and shining in the sun and I squeezed his shaft leaking out the last drops of cum and licked them up as I then cleaned the whole of his cock with my tongue.

I looked up at him beaming with a big grin and he looked down at me and said.

"Oh boy, thank you so much, Miss!"

"You're welcome, thank you for providing me with breakfast!"

Part 12

I got dressed and hurried off towards the reggae stage to find my brother and Ryan chuckling to myself for being so naughty. By chance I walked past the stall selling the fetish clothing again and was intrigued enough to have another quick look around. I was checking out the open cup basque again which I found myself drawn to for some reason, I was holding it up when the same guy who sold me the slut knickers yesterday came past me and said.

"Hello again, Miss."

"Oh, hello."

I felt slightly embarrassed to see him again, but he smiled pleasantly enough and started to chat.

"Enjoying your knickers?"

I smiled at his cheek and said.

"Yes, thank you."

"Have you got then on?"

He made me chuckle, and I looked at him and said.

"I might have."

He looked me up and down and said.

"I bet you look great in them!"

I just smirked and tried to ignore him as I continued to look at the basque, but he was quite persistent, a definite salesman.

"Oh, now that is something that would definitely suit you!"

I reluctantly engaged with him again.

"You think so, do you?"

"With a figure like yours, absolutely."

I looked at the garment again, it was kind of sexy and I imagined myself in it, my breasts exposed and outlined against the black material and the idea certainly seemed a little exciting. The guy chipped in again as he came up beside me. He was fairly tall, and not bad looking, probably in his late 40s with dark hair and quite slim, and an earring in each ear and a number of large silver rings on his fingers.

"You can try it on if you like?"

"No thanks, I don't think it's me really."

"You're kidding, why not try it on? You can use the caravan."

"No thanks."

I said blushing a little.

"Have you done any modelling? What's your name by the way?"

I smirked again and thought of the photos that Ray had taken of me, I suppose it was modelling of a sort. I decided to big myself up a bit for once.

"Well, just a little. I'm Jane."

"Andrew, lovely to meet you Jane. Friends call me Andy. If you fancy any modelling work, you could take that as payment."

I looked at the price tag, it was pretty expensive! I wondered if he was serious. I looked back at him again.

"An hour's work, that's all, Jane, and you can take that away. We are always on the lookout for nice looking girls with great figures to model our clothes."

I thought about it for a minute but felt a little shy as other people were about and one or two seemed to be listening in on our conversation. I put the garment back and said.

"Thanks, Andrew. I'll think about it."

"Good, maybe see you later then? And call me Andy."

"Hmm, maybe. Thanks, Andy."

I said and walked off fairly briskly to find my brother and Ryan.

Part 13

I found Marcus and Ryan after a bit of searching sitting towards the back of the audience enjoying the pounding bass of the reggae, sat with a really stunning looking dark haired girl and Ryan introduced me to Margo, the French girl who was mentioned last night. She was lovely and friendly, and I liked her immediately. She was a couple of years older than me and at university in London studying English literature. She was quite petite and slender with short hair wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt and tight yellow shorts, no makeup, looking effortlessly sexy We had a really nice afternoon just chilling out and enjoying the music and all chatting animatedly as we had the inevitable drinks and even a couple of sly joints, although nobody at the festival was remotely bothered about it as in my naivety I soon discovered, most of the other people at the festival were participating as well.

We stayed listening to the reggae for about 3 hours and periodically a couple of us would go for drinks or food for the group. I felt pretty sexy as I mellowed out with no bra on, feeling quite free and I didn't mind the looks I was getting from all and sundry. I kept thinking back to the conversation with Andy at the fetish clothing stall and as I relaxed through the drink and smoke and good company the offer seemed more and more interesting. It seemed pretty obvious that it was probably a ruse to get to see me naked, or almost naked but that had been an option I had found quite exciting recently, and I would be getting paid this time, admittedly in clothing, but payment none the less. I was tempted.

Margo and Ryan suddenly announced they were going to head off for a while. It was pretty obvious why, and we said we would all meet up again later in the folk area. We waved them off as me and Marcus sat their together alone. Marcus looked at me and said.

"So, what do you think of Margo then?"

"Really lovely isn't she, and bloody gorgeous."

"Yeah, lucky sod. I could do with something to eat, fancy it?"

"Actually no, I think I'm going to head off for a while, I'll catch you later for the folk evening."

"OK, cool, have a good time!"

"Bon appetit!"

I downed the rest of my beer as I wondered off and dropped the plastic cup in a bin and made my way over to the fetish stall. I had decided possibly against my better judgement to go ahead with the modelling session, at least I had enough Dutch courage for it to seem like a good idea, but goodness knows what I was really letting myself in for, but it gave me a real rush knowing I was volunteering for something so daring. Good old plain Jane, whatever next!

I was thrown a little at first as there was another man I didn't recognise sitting in the deckchair by the stall and I wandered around for a minute looking for Andy feeling a bit disappointed as maybe I had missed the opportunity when I suddenly heard a bright voice in a London accent behind me.

"Jane, lovely Jane, she can't keep away!"

"Oh hi, Andy."

"What a sight for sore eyes, what can I do you for, my love?"

I hesitated slightly and I couldn't help but blush slightly despite my apparent bravado before I had got this far.

"Well, I heard you were looking for models?"

I said very quietly.

"Certainly am, are you going to make my day and take me up on the offer?"

He said looking bright eyed and very pleased indeed.

"If you are offering the same terms, OK."

He put his hand to his heart rather dramatically and said.

"Sweetheart, I am a man of my word, of course!"

I smiled back and said.

"OK, then, can we do it now?"

I said possibly sounding a little more enthusiastic in my anxiety than I wanted to as I didn't want to bottle out now.

"Wow, you are keen, but anything to accommodate a rare beauty as your good self, Janey!"

He was a bit over the top, but typical of some market seller, but he was quite funny too, I don't think he took himself too seriously, but he was obviously genuinely pleased that I had come back. He told me to follow him, and he grabbed one or two items as he whizzed round the stall with me in tow and just beckoned me behind the serving table and spoke to the man in the deckchair.

"Martin, see if you can find Aiden would you mate, pronto, I think he went looking for some change at the beer tent. I'm going to be tied up for a while."

"Righto mate."

I followed him into the caravan, which was a bit bigger than I expected. The room we went into at the back was furnished in quite dark carpet but with no bed, just a dark red chaise lounge, and a tall black screen in one corner, and a few posters of leather clad women looking rather exotic. In the other corner was a tripod with a camera already set up it seemed. Andy put a few of the items he had carried in from the stall onto the chaise lounge and took my shoulder bag and hung it up behind the door. I suddenly noticed lots of hooks hanging from the ceiling and really did wonder what I had got myself into, but Andy just smiled at me in a really friendly manner and handed me a couple of items and said.