Far away from home. All on my own. Art everywhere.
It was the closest thing to heaven I had ever experienced. I was free. Free to come and go as I pleased. Free to meet and chat to anyone I wanted to. Free to watch anything they were willing to put on the planks.
It was during the 2 weeks of this art festival in the middle of winter that I met a group of very interesting bohemian hippies. There was the most beautiful woman with them. Tall, long dark hair, pale skin, deep red lips & gorgeous green eyes. Helen was her name & I felt electricity from the moment she looked at me.
Her partner (I forget his name) obviously noticed it too. After chatting to them for a while and drinking coffee he suggested I meet them that evening at the place they were staying. I of course jumped at the opportunity – I knew something big was about to happen and was always keen for a new experience.
I agreed to meet them at the place they were staying that evening. I left with plenty of time to wander the streets of the little art infused town and find the place they were staying. It was cold. Very cold.
I found their place & nervously knocked at the door. I was greeted by a warm house and smiling guy. He welcomed me in and handed me a glass of red wine. I walked into the lounge and found Helen naked on the couch. God she was gorgeous! Long legs- neatly shaved pussy - big gorgeous tits. She opened her arms and welcomed me over to sit next to her.
I had read & heard about the "girl on girl" thing. I had imagined it when I was alone. I had wondered about it. Here I was standing in a room with the opportunity a few meters away. My breath caught and I felt myself getting dizzy.