Thank you everyone who has left such lovely comments about my previous stories. This is another present-day story for you, about something lovely that happened to me last weekend. It takes a while to get to the sex, and it’s not kinky or even that much out of the ordinary. But it was extremely memorable, and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed what I’m about to tell.
Last Saturday night my band were playing at a wedding in Yorkshire. Standard stuff, but this wedding was a little unusual in being held miles from anywhere, in a field high up on the Dales. They had a huge marquee for dinner and dancing, with a generator for power. All around were big fields for guests to camp. Everyone was camping, even the bride and groom had their own teepee tent; all the other guests had brought their own.
When the band company that I work for took the booking they were told the nearest accommodation was in a village 40 minutes away by car; the nearest town was over an hour’s drive. Accommodation costs for the band are a standard part of the package, and usually just means a nearby hotel; this one was a little unusual. With the band booked to play until midnight, plus time for packing up, we were clearly going to have to camp with the guests.