Author: TentRepairman

After calming down from the tentcapades earlier in the day, we settled into a few shows. It felt so naughty to wander around all day with Nora’s scent all over me. As we joined friends, there were subtle touches, a quick hand grab, a small butt touch.

After an amazing set, I sat on my blanket waiting for the next show to start when the text came: “if you can’t sleep later, come cuddle me.” Those words made my heart beat out of my chest and it was like a cartoon how quickly I grabbed my things and ran for the exit. A few more quick texts and it was official, Nora was lost. Off I go to rescue my damsel. A very long walk from one side of the festival to the other and we were in her tent. Read more »

It had started weeks before with flirtatious chats, photos, naughty calls late at night. The sexual tension was thick building up to the first meeting. I knew how badly I wanted her but I had no idea how explosive it would be.

The first encounter:

When I saw her from afar, my heart was beating out of my chest. Here is the woman I had fantasized about for all these weeks in person. Closer and closer until she dropped her bags and ran and lept into my arms. Of course I caught her, I would never let her fall. I picked her up and (with unknowing friends nearby) I gave her a small kiss on her shoulder. It was enough to ignite a fire in both of us.

Hours went by until we could sneak off alone. More flirty texts, small touches. The way she smiled, the way she laughed. God how is this perfect creature sitting here in front of me. We finally made our escape. The walk across the camps seemed forever. Read more »