So, to preface, this is something I had dreamed about for a lonnnng long time. I’ve been a long time festival goer, but always in a relationship, and in the beginning of going to them I was just very tame. Festivals have always been so amazing to me because they never seem like real life. The drugs, the lights, the music, and the fucking beauty everywhere. Amazingly hot girls, wearing costumes out of a fantasy, or else nothing at all. Guys in the best shape of their lives. And everyone dancing, swaying, talking, just so open and out of their normal boundaries. And constant, overwhelming sexual tension.
Which leads to the fantasy. I wanted to be one of *those* festival girls. The one who just screams desire. Last summer, I finally got myself a costume. Something like [this](https://cdn-img-0.wanelo.com/p/8c5/7e9/c67/ca8e45e220144c10e5e64f2/x354-q80.jpg). I had also been working out a lot, and looked pretty damn good.
The first night, I was still a little shy. I stayed close with my girlfriends, we danced, and had an amazing time, but eventually I ended up back at my tent at the end of the night. Alone. I was so frustrated, I ended up masturbating that night. My pussy was aching for me to got through with it. I forced myself to promise that I would finally have it happen.