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 The Bassist at Woodstock byNenona(C) Looking at her, you could tell she had
been on her trip for a while.  At one point she obviously slipped and fell
in the mud, but simply rolled over and got up again, then kept dancing with
the other people to the music.  Deliciously rounded, you might call her,
with wide hips and soft thighs, and a nice ass covered by muddy jeans,
soft, pale breasts peeking over the low neckline of a once-burgundy shirt,
and long brown hair held back with a beaded headband.  Once the acid
started wearing off, though, it came to her attention that she was covered
in dried mud.

   She spent about an hour asking people where she could get clean, and no
one really knew where, or could be bothered to show her where a shower was.
Eventually, a musician, a bassist from one of the bands, spoke up.

   "You can borrow the musician's shower behind the stage.  And you can dry
off and get dressed in my trailer." He was handsome, with mocha-colored
skin and a small afro held back by a scarf.  He was holding a beer, but
didn't seem drunk at all.

   "Thanks, man!" She grabbed her small suitcase from her tent and followed
him to the shower.  She assumed he left, and stripped down, throwing her
clothes onto the wooden crate that formed of the bottom of the shower so
they would be rinsed clean of mud while she showered.  The Bassist watched
her as she stepped into the shower and turned it on, dancing around for a
few seconds until she got used to the temperature

   She began to rinse out her hair, then moved down to her breasts, her
small nipples sticking out from the cold breeze that went through the
enclosure.

   She failed to notice him watching her, at least until she was done
washing most of the mud off of her.  She felt a pair of hands reach out and
settle on her hips, then pull her backwards into a sizable erection.

   "Oh!" she gasped.  The bassist began kissing her neck, his hands roaming
over her belly and one reaching up to tweak her left nipple.  "mmmm...."
She leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

   "If you wanted to join me you just could have asked." She breathed.  His
hands cupped both breasts and she curved her back into his chest.

   "Well now I'm asking....ready to dry off yet?"

   "Yes please."

   They grabbed towels and sprinted to the trailer.  The bassist nearly
shoved her onto his bed, a mess of sheets and pillows.  He carefully
unwrapped her from the towel that barely covered her large body to begin
with, and kissed her stomach.  She pulled him up until his head was equal
with hers, and they kissed, their tongues mingling, his with the taste of
beer on it.  He couldn't keep his hands off of her soft skin, running them
across her wide belly and down her thighs.  She spread her legs and reached
down to stroke his erection as they kissed.  She eased him into her,
Breathing in little gasps as she stretched to accommodate him.  He started
in a slow rhythm, and she rose her hips to meet him each time.  The broke
the kiss.  He sped up, and she with him, He pulled out and rubbed the head
of his dick against her clit, causing her to shudder.  She grasped at the
sheets, moaning in pleasure.  He lay down and pulled her on top of him, and
she carefully straddled his waist and rocked back and forth on his dick. 
His hands flew to her breasts, thumbing the nipples.

   "Oh fuck..." she sped up and reached between her legs to rub her clit.
"Yes.  Yes.  YES!" He rolled her nipples between his fingers as she
orgasmed, When she was done, she dismounted and began stroking his
erection, then licking it slow and soft, pulling back the foreskin to rub
her tongue around the bottom of the head.  She was at it for a good 3
minutes, working up and down the shaft, stroking it, and sucking on as much
as she could handle, before he murmured about cumming, and she let him take
over for the home stretch, jacking on his member until a splatter of semen
flew out and landed on her stomach.

   She kissed him one last time, took her towel, and left the trailer.

   "Thanks, bassist.  See you around." she said as the door closed.  Report
Story byNenona