It was the busiest part of the day at the Festival when I was standing under the rusty brown leaves of the liquidambar trying to keep away from the busy throng of people trying to buy their lunch from one of the harassed vendors. It was then that I noticed a woman not much older than myself dressed in a loose-fitting kaftan her dark sultry eyes burning into me. I had the uncomfortable feeling she was actually undressing me.
I am thirty-two of Chinese descent and barely five feet two in my socks. I am wearing a black knee length dress with a yellow Indian Cotton shirt which disguises my small A cup breasts. Looking once more into the smoldering eyes that are stripping me of my dignity, I tell the woman to stop staring at me, but she simply smiles saying 'I like what I am looking at'.
"Oh, please stop you are making me very uncomfortable and anyway I am not a lesbian."
"I know you are not lesbian that is why I am liking what I see."
Her voice was soft and seductive, yet it also made me understand that she was in charge of the situation. Although she was covered in the loose-fitting cloth of her kaftan I realized that her face was quite beautiful with a broad smile showing white even teeth with a small dimple on her lower left cheek.
"Hi, I am Beth it's short for Bethany but not being that religious I have abbreviated it to Beth. You intrigue me you see I am attracted to small-breasted Asian women. So, tell me: what's your name?"
"I am Summah which I spell with an ache at the end ... please, will you stop staring at me you are really making me very uncomfortable."
"The bush dance is about to start I love dancing ... let's go."
"I am not lesbian."
"I already know that any way we are talking about dancing, not sex."
It was as though I was in a trance as she took my hand in hers leading me down the street to the old Community Hall where I could already hear a bush band. I love to dance especially to traditional folk music but I had the uneasy feeling that Beth was not just interested in dancing.
Although there were quite a lot of people in the hall not many were dancing, and Beth led me over to a small bar where beer was being served.
"Here, have a beer it will help relax you ... all I want is to get to know you. So, tell me your story."
"I am Summah Jackson and of mixed race, my father coming from Hong Kong and my mother from Germany they died in a horror car crash when I was nineteen. Since then I have been moving around the world searching for happiness. I have had a number of lovers, but they have either mistreated me or left me feeling used."
"Us girls are different why not swing to the other side of the street?"
"Maybe so but as I have already said I don't do lesbian: it's unnatural."
"Well Summah I am lesbian and though I have felt different for many years I only put a name to it after I turned eighteen. You say it's unnatural, but I say that I was born this way. Anyway, we can discuss this later: the Bush Band is about to start. Let's dance."
Although I love traditional folk music, I didn't think I would enjoy dancing with Beth because she still made me feel very uneasy ... in a way I felt as though Beth was stalking me.
The band was already in full swing although there were only three couples on the dance floor ... it seemed most of the action was around the bar. I love dancing and was amazed at how good Beth was because we both moved very well to the loud music and I found myself enjoying Beth's company. When the music slowed, she led me off the floor to get a beer: although I am not a big drinker, I accepted the beer she offered me eagerly.
Finding a seat by the old stage we drank our beers in silence. The hall was quite special with its old cream painted timber walls with the edges of panels picked out in a rustic green color. Two of these panels one at each end of the stage displayed the names of the men and women who gave their lives in both world wars. The five-piece band was on the stage and two large vases of blue hydrangeas decorated both ends. Although the band had returned to its usual fast pace Beth seemed quite happy to sit out the dancing.
I started as Beth took my hand and helping me stand led me outside explaining that it was quite cool in the unheated hall. The sun was bright and with a light breeze roughing the autumn leaves we made our way to a park bench not far from the Halls side door. After sitting Beth turned towards me and taking my hands in hers told me that she was very attracted to me. As I began to protest, she placed a finger on my lips firmly shushing me.
I did stop talking although I felt uneasy that I was allowing Beth to take control.
"Summah don't close your eyes when I tell you how beautiful you are. So far at the dance, we have connected really well."
As she said this, I again felt helpless as her deft fingers undid the top buttons on my shirt while the fingers on her other hand slid softly down my cheek ... slipping across my closed lips.
Feeling this a small rush of excitement surged through me making me moan softly. Noticing a winning smile break across Beth's face I had the feeling that I had given her what she had been fishing for.
My feelings confused me. Back at the food walk, I was annoyed that Beth was mentally undressing me and yet I submitted when she insisted we came down to the Bush Dance. I accepted her beers although I rarely drink alcohol and then allowed her to caress my boobs which makes me feel horny: what the fuck!"
Again my thoughts are interrupted as Beth slipped a hand onto my almost exposed breasts and fondling my nipples this time causing me to utter a loud moan.
"I see my fingers are getting to you. Let's open your shirt further I want to see how your beautiful nipples react to the cool air."
Not waiting for an answer, she quickly released the rest of my buttons while her deft fingers kept fondling my breast and nipple. She squealed with excitement when holding my shirt open the cool air caused my nipples to swell.
"Oh, fuck Summah you are so deliciously perfect I want to do a photo study of you. I live twenty-five minutes from here on one hundred and seventy-five acres. I refer to it as my farm but really, it's not big enough for a real farm although I run ten jersey cows which gives me milk and cream. I sell the vealers off which brings in a small annual income. I also have twenty free-range chickens and I sell the eggs at the weekly farmers market along with fresh herbs and vegetables. I am not rich although I do own the farm ... it was part of my inheritance left to me by my grandmother.
The main use for the farm is photography you see it has some very beautiful trees and being quite steep, there are some spectacular valleys: I love the dappled light early in the morning. I am a professional photographer having completed my degree majoring in photographic art. I usually come to the festival with two friends who own the big sheep property next door ... you must come back with me and in the morning, we'll go for a walk a do some art together. You'll simply love the creek with its spectacular one-hundred-and-fifty-foot waterfall: I use the tumbling water to generate electricity. "
All this time she was fondling my breasts and playing her fingertips across my now very excited nipples and I knew that I was quickly losing control giving Beth what she had been hoping for ever since cutting me out of the crowd. Then to my surprise she buttoned the shirt to just below my breasts and taking my hand returned to the dance.
"Let's dance some more ... my friends expect to find me here in about forty minutes."
Not waiting for an answer, she led me back to the hall where a large crowd of people was now dancing and drinking. After the brief seduction outside it was good to dance once more yet this time Beth's dance style had changed as she held me close her eyes always on my almost exposed nipples.
It was during a slower period of music that Beth dancing behind me started to fondle my breasts: this time I did blush with embarrassment as other dancers smirked with amusement when they noticed what she was doing. We had not been moving like this for very long when Beth's friends arrived, and I was relieved that the situation between Beth and I didn't register with them.
As we walked out of the Hall I realized what lovely people Beth's friends were. Being farmers they were very natural and down to earth and although completely different to Beth they seemed to accept her. Sitting with Beth in the back I felt her draw me towards her and before I knew what was happening, she had begun to kiss me.
Starting slow and soft she quickly began to kiss me as I had never been kissed before. She literally devoured my mouth. I had never been kissed with such abandon before. Her open mouth taking me as her exploring tongue swirled across mine drawing a long gasping moan as once again her fingers found my sensitive breasts.