Here is part two
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It’s Dizzy Dallas. She is our favorite new performer at this festival, very approachable. She got her start in country but quickly moved over to folk music. We passed by her after one of her shows and you couldn’t help but compliment her sundress. You two hit it off like I’ve never seen, it was wonderful to see both your faces light up in conversation. You later remarked that it was because you both came from the west coast, but honestly, it was just chemistry. We ended up having dinner with her, but didn’t know she was camped out here.
“Oh hey Dizzy,” you say, turning your head but no other part of your body, painfully aware of how your tits were still out. She seems not to notice and walks closer to you. Letting your eyes adjust, you notice she is still wearing a sundress, but this one is different. The last one was yellow with streaks of orange and daisies on it, made out of a thin material so you could see her bra and skin when the light shined on it. This one is purple with a big line of dark blue across the front that gets larger with the skirt, and a scattering of white dots for stars. Made of a thicker material, it hangs tighter to her coltish figure. Her long, large blonde hair shines under the light of the lamp posts.
As she gets closer she eyes your supplies and smiled.
“Doing a festival shower? Smart, you know they don’t even give us performers shower passes? Highway robbery, I tell you. Mind if I join you?” You look up at her and smile, and nod, and hand her the soap. I move closer, but stay out of your way, not wishing to interrupt. I lean on the side of the generator, staring at both of you casually talking about how the day went. Dizzy scrubs her arms, and you get your upper back and legs. Eventually she works her way up and, not wanting to get her dress wet, without a second thought pulls her straps down to her waist and rests them there, beginning to wash her bright pink hairy armpits. Standing next to her, you can’t help but notice her B cup breasts; perky and pointy. You suddenly have a flash of wonderment asking what they would taste like. Then you remember you’re out in public with no underwear on, and start to bring your body closer to yourself, more embarrassed. Standing behind her I don’t notice her boobs, I do notice her lower back where on the left side she has the letters “PWR BTTM” written in a blue cursive. My brain immediately knows what that means and begins to picture what that would look like.
“Would you like me to wash your back?” Dizzy says, turning to you with a great big smile on her face. Still kinda embarrassed, but not really having a reason to say no, you say, “uhh, sure.” In that moment you are wishing I would come over and touch you already, so you are secretly happy for any kind of physical contact. Dizzy begins chattering away about tour struggles as she washes soap down your back, you stay silent, her moves reminding you of the first time I gave you a massage. Each motion seeming to dare to go farther and farther, lower to your ass, closer to your sides. Eventually you feel her breath as she talks over your left shoulder as she’s looking down. In a sudden move Dizzy grabs your boobs lightly and blurts out in amazement.
“How do you have tits like these? I mean come on, I’d die for these puppies. I’m so jealous, it’s hard going to these festivals you know? Because everyone’s got these amazing racks with no bra on.” She continues at high speed as she just absentmindedly holds your boobs in her hand, not seeming to understand social decorum. “Don’t you get dirty under here, like lots of sweat? Did you wash here?” she asks, as she moves her soapy hands under your boobs. *Is this what women do?* you think to yourself. *Just go around grabbing each other’s tits like it’s a party game?* You’re trying to remember what the appropriate decision in this situation would be, but the fact that there are soft hands caressing your boobs is making it hard to think.
“Hey, do you mind taking your hands away?” you say, looking back at her sheepishly.
“Oh yeah, sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, just, you know, nerve endings.”
“Oh.” Her face lights up beet red realizing what she just did, and begins to roll into a laundry list of apologies.
You smile at her and put your hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right.”
And it is, you actually don’t mind her touch; you the opposite of mind, you want it back. Just on your terms. As you’re thinking about that you remember the elephant in the room. Your vulva and butthole still need washing. The thought was hard when someone might walk by, but with someone here, who you just met. You think about what I would do. Then you wonder where I am, you haven’t spotted me for twelve minutes, you hope I’m still around. *What would Hayden do…*
“So…Dizzy.”
“Yeah?”
“I kinda have more to wash,” you say, letting your eyes drift downward
Her eyes follow and realization crosses her face once more. “Oh man, if you want me to leave that’s totally cool.” She stands up straight as she says it, like a military grunt taking orders from a general.
“No, I’m cool with you staying, if you’re cool I mean.” This tension is eating me up, there is almost a visual force between you that I can see, I wanted to bathe in it. Let that force cum all over my face. You are so cute in this moment I can’t take it, but I know I can’t interrupt.
“I’m cool. I mean, I’m kinda dirty myself, playing bass on stage in 90 degrees kinda traps the sweat in all the wrong places, if you know what I mean?”
You giggle at that and nod.
You begin by rubbing soap on the outside of your vulva and thighs with one hand while holding the skirt in place with the other, ensuring no one can see. As you feel the tingle of your hand brushing the side of your lips you look up and realize Dizzy is just staring at you, not washing herself at all. She makes an excuse about not having the soap, but you can tell she is lying. As you hand her the soap she wets it at the sink and moves her hand up her sundress. You remark to yourself that she is using two hands, while you used one. As she does you both hear a group of three people walking down the road and smoking a joint. You both panic, you pull your skirt over your boobs again and run around the shower trailer, Dizzy runs full pelt around the generator, directly into my unbalanced bare chested body.
“Hey Dizzy, enjoying your shower?” I say, her bare chest on top of mine as I lie on the soft grassy ground.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cnp38s/folk_festival_fornication_par_2_exhibitionism