I love performing me and that old guitar singing my heart out in the spotlight on a stage. What a high some snort for it, smoke for it, stick needles in their veins for it all I need is this old guitar and a microphone. I received my first guitar for Christmas when I was five other girls played with Barbie dolls while I was learning cord progression and how to stay in key. Music became a big part of my life first performing Amazing Grace at Church when I was seven. I was in the pep band, talent shows, even formed an all girl band so we could play at dances.
When I went off to Depaul university summer music festivals became a big part of my life. I would perform anywhere they would let me I was a slut to the music. Usually retreating quickly after performing to some place private to masturbate. The act of performing for a live audience turns me on so much - makes me so wet. I was 20 the summer I loaded my old Volkswagen bug and headed to the Bill Monroe music park for a week-end of playing music, performing. I had added a harmonica to my performance like my hero Bob Dylan 'Tangled up in Blue' being one of my favorite songs. My set a mixture of folk, blues and rock ballads.
The drive was relaxing and fun down those Indiana hi-ways around those Indianapolis bi-ways to those curvy country roads through Brown County. I had my tent and camping supplies this was going to be a great week-end at the Bluegrass Festival. Rhonda Vincent and the Rage were the headliner, I loved their music. I was playing the first night at seven a warn up act but I would get in free and have a camping spot.
Stopping at the gate I got my pass & badge and was given a map. Finding my campsite I unloaded the car, set up my tent, set out the chairs. Music already playing from the stage, people wandering around, the smell of beans cooking filled the air. I passed the time tuning my old guitar, I took a nap, then headed to the stage. Sound check went well people setting up their lawn chairs on the hill preparing for the show.
When I hit the first note has the lights came up I was already turned on to be performing chairs/people has far as I could see. In the spotlight again, singing my heart out, playing that old guitar what a great feeling. The applause caused the usual warm feeling has my juices started to flow. Finishing my encore I thank the audience and quickly exited the stage hoping to climb inside my tent and masturbate to a toe curling orgasm. My panties were so wet, so turned on, wanting to touch myself.
There she was standing at the bottom of the stairs Rhonda Vincent "Loved your set" Hugging me she continued "Come up to my RV and hang for a while I can't stand the time waiting to go on." Grabbing my hand we walk the short distance to her RV. Entering I was amazed it was bigger then my apartment she poured me a drink and we sat on the couch. The conversation was easy and fun, she was interested in me, Rhonda Vincent, she is so beautiful, so talented, I wanted to kiss her, touch her, make love to her.
