[MF] The Sally of Sage – Interlude – Fucking In Tents

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally. Except it’s not Sally this time.

I am recounting my long on-and-off relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend starting from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However since I am working through my life chronologically occasionally they’ll be “Sallyless Interludes” if I think there was a sexual encounter worth writing a story about. This is one of them. **There was no cheating on Sally. I could never cheat on that absolute goddess. At this point, we had broken up since we were living in different countries.**)

There are two distinct periods in the next five years where Sally and I do not see each other. And I mean this literally. We don’t even see each other in passing – we talked over email now and then but if you ever had a friend moved away you know it’s hard to stay in touch with them and eventually the emails start trickling to a stop. This happens even when the friend is the love of your life. But there were two periods. There was the time I was studying in England, which despite being heartbroken about a lack of Sally I enjoyed as a period of my life. I got to see new places. Meet new people. It was a good three years. Then there was the time I returned to US and started working and those 18 months or so were the worst time of my life. I’m not looking forward to recounting that.

But England! I was studying at a prestigious college. That was good! I made new friends with some of my classmates and that was good too. I even did okay with the women over there too. I was playing it on easy mode. I was a tall, roughly cut, moderately good looking guy with an American accent – the girls seemed to like that. I’m not going to go through every sexual encounter because I know you all just want to get back to Sally – but if I had to wait so do you. I’m going to talk share two though and the first one was about a girl called Ayeisha.

Now it was the end of my first year of study – I had survived and I was looking to burn off some stress. My new friend Chris says that I’ve got to get Glastonbury. There’s a group of them going. I have no idea what he’s talking about. It turns out that the English have their own version of Coachella except instead of it being in a warm and dry part of the country it is instead in a field that seems very vulnerable to flooding and it is always raining. Chris didn’t tell me this until we had bought our tickets and tents and told me I’d want some rubber boots – I was suddenly not looking forward to this as much as I thought I would. However I still go because the line up is fucking intense. It has Paul McCartney. It has PJ Harvey. *James Fucking Brown is performing*. Off we drive to this muddy flooded field.

Somehow we get lucky with our tent spot. The ground has not turned to mud. It’s even a little dry. Other parts of the site are not so lucky. I’m telling you that there might have been some war veterans who had to walk through less mud. Even with my rubber boots, whatever pants I wear each day are ruined by the end of it. But the music is great. There’s a great party vibe. We listen to some great music and then stay up late drinking.

Then we get to Sunday. It’s time. James Brown – the Godfather of Soul – Mr. Dynamite. And you know what my new English friends all say? They don’t want to go. Fucking idiots. So I leave them to their stupidity and I walk off to see James Brown. I find a spot pretty close to the front and it’s packed. Clearly there are some English people with good taste. I notice a girl next to me who also seems to be alone. She’s very pretty. She’s dark skinned, only a little shorter than me (and therefore tallish for a woman), big doe-like eyes, beautiful dark long hair down to her breasts – although the hair is pretty frazzled – hard to keep it looking perfect in a muddy field after three days. For those of you who don’t find written descriptions enough she looks a little [like this.](https://s3-eu-west-2.amazonaws.com/metro-news-s3-prod/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Header_1871962_1.1-1023×1024.jpg) I think she looks about my age and I decide to strike up a conversation. It turns out her friends are also idiots who don’t respect the Godfather of Soul. James Brown himself is late to his own show, the band playing away in the background so we manage to have a good conversation before the concert actually starts.

Mr. Dynamite fucking puts on a show. It’s damp. It’s not very warm. There’s a little bit of rain. No one gives a fuck. James Brown fucking belts out all his hits at the age of like 70. If you were expecting a respectful show think again because at one point two dancers come out in like booty shorts with his name across their asscheeks. Honest to God, at one point the backing singer has to belt out the song because James Brown has just stopped and turned to openly watch the dancers. The crazy motherfucker. All the while everyone in the crowd is dancing. Ayeisha it turns out is very sexy when she’s moving, incredibly graceful and we start dancing with each other. At one point as the packed crowd move she ends up in front of me. This is 2004. Twerking is not really a thing. But Ayeisha continues to move her hips and occasionally her tight jean-clad ass brushes against my crotch. My cock stirs. He’s interested at this turn of event. The harder I grow the more interested Ayeisha seems to be in pressing her backside against me.

When the concert is over I offer to walk Ayeisha back to her tent and she accepts with a very excited smile. I think I might be in here. We get to their spot, the ground muddy without being flooded and she asks if I want to come into her tent for a bit. All her friends are away at another show so no one sees a man and a woman disappear into a tent together. The only outward sign that anything lewd is happening inside is the two pairs of rubber boots outside. Ayeisha and I carry on our conversation for a while before we start making out. I find she’s not the most forceful of partners, her lips and her hands slightly unsure of themselves. I take the lead. I roll her onto her back in the tent and kiss her while my hands roam over her body. She’s an athletic girl, and reasonably flat, although I find out that her breasts while small are deliciously perky. The tent is small and I had expected a quickie, our clothes pushed down as far as we needed. Instead ten minutes later we’re still only making out except we are now both butt naked. Ayeisha’s tight body is gorgeous. There’s no way to say this without sounding like a creep but there’s something about the contrast of my skin with hers that gets me going. She at least said the same thing to me so I’m not the only creep!

We lay there in her tiny tent, naked, making out, and all the while we can sometime hear people walking around us. There’s an entire festival still happening. My hand has disappeared between her thighs, fingering her impossibly hot and tight pussy. Her own hand is pumping my cock before she says: “I want to suck you.” *Be my fucking guess*. Ayeisha slides down my body so her body is leaning over my legs, her face level with my cock. If anyone opened the tent flap they’d be treated to a view of her naked ass pointing straight at them. She takes me into her mouth. Again she’s unsure of herself. Her mouth moves slowly. Her tongue moves in different ways and she always looks up at me to see how I react. This is nothing like Sally’s perfect, confident cocksucking but I enjoy it all the same. It’s nice to have your cock worshiped. Her hand also massages my balls or stroke the base of my cock as she sucks on the top half and I’m soon feeling my body preparing for orgasm. I warn her I’m going to cum. She says: “Are you going to be okay to go again if you do?” I’m 23 right now. I’ll be fine. She takes me back inside my mouth and she lets out a moan of surprise as I explode in her mouth. She swallows every drop.

For the next five minutes we make out again, rolling around the best you can in a tiny tent. I offer to go down on her but she won’t let me because she feels funky after living in a field for three days. I suddenly remember I might not be a garden of roses down there either but she tells me it wasn’t too bad. Either way when my cock is nice and hard again she pulls out a condom from her bag. This girl has come prepared! I move to take it from her and she shakes her head. She wants to put it on herself. Sweet Jesus, watching this girl put the condom on my cock is a fucking sexy sight. She was concentrating so much. Her teeth biting into her lip as she rolled the latex down my shaft. My cock twitched at one point and she slapped my thigh. But she got the condom on and climbed on top of me, straddling my cock as she guided it into her soaking wet sex.

Ayeisha was fucking tight. Even with a condom on it felt amazing. She also was an enthusiastic cock rider. Placing her hands on my chest, almost pushing me into the earth, she fucking rode me. She bounced up and down on my cock. Her perky breasts bounced, her hair wild and falling all around her as she rode me. It fucking looked amazing. My hands came up to grope her breasts, squeezing and teasing the nipples. She gasped and moaned in encouragement. She rode me harder. The Horse Girl had nothing on this British black girl. It was in the back of my mind that the people we could still hear walking back and forth outside our tents must have seen the way our tent seemed to bounce and move. I thought I heard laughter. Ayeisha didn’t seem to hear or care so I wasn’t going to stop her. As I kept playing with her breasts, her head was now almost rolling back, her eyes looking up at the tent ceiling as her hair fell back. Fuck me. What a sight. I was completely at her mercy. Her hands on my chest were only pushing me down harder. I couldn’t really thrust up without risking snapping my dick in two her bouncing was so forceful.

Then she said it: “Oh God I’m going to cum!” I stare wide-eyed at her in shock. You see I had never slept with a woman who didn’t need clitoral stimulation to cum. I thought women who came without having their clit played with were a myth. But here was Ayeisha bouncing up and down my cock in the throes of orgasm, her body shaking as she came. I remember that she shoved my own hands out of the way and squeezed her own tits as she came which was weird but I also enjoyed the view. As her bouncing slowed, I also took the opportunity to push her forward, kissing her on the mouth as I now had the freedom to thrust into her pussy. I pumped my cock upwards into her relentlessly for half a minute, my hands on her ass, until my own orgasm arrived, my cock filling the condom.

Later as we dressed and then went out of the sex-smelling tent for some fresh air did I learn the next shocking thing about Ayeisha. I had misjudged her age. I had just fucked an 18 year old just out of high school. Damn. I was only 23 so it wasn’t a big deal but I did get a little thrill from fucking a teenager again. I was also only the second guy she had slept with. She had broken up with a high school boyfriend and was hoping to do something wild at Glastonbury. I was happy to be of service.

Ayeisha unfortunately didn’t study at the same college I did. But whenever I visited London, we always tried to meet up and fool around. But none of those stories are as sexy as the time we fucked in a tent in a middle of a music festival.

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