SADIE
The Festival Story
The trumpet cut through the torrid night like something sharp and alive, and Sadie had let the sound carry her to the front of the stage. She watched him through the crowd, fingers dancing over the valves. He never looked up. Hours later, sweat still drying on her shoulders, she found him at the bar tent in the same stage clothes. He smiled like he already knew something about her. The roar of the crowd still rang in her ears, but his voice was quiet, asking which songs she liked without really caring about the answer. The conversation lasted until the bar emptied, and when he finally kissed her, the sudden connection and the warmth carried them through the night...
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Sadie had always dreamed of such a perfect connection in the perfect place...
The afternoon sunlight lighted the colourful festival area. Sadie smiled as she explored the seemingly endless space, which always had something new to offer, among the tents of all shapes and sizes in the campsite. The stalls, the shops, and the concert stages scattered throughout the vast area, connected by narrow streets and paths that carried imaginative names. Sadie had arrived at the festival a couple of days earlier with a group of friends to stay for a week. For her, this was the perfect opportunity to get away from her usual routine and seek new inspiration, discover new horizons and go on an adventure. The previous days had passed in a pleasant and intense routine, going to concerts during the day, meeting up with her group of friends at the campsite, and dancing the night away under the stages pumping electronic music until dawn.
Sadie was a very pretty girl and she knew it. She was not yet 28, blonde with shoulder-length curly amber hair. She was not a conventional beauty, but she certainly attracted attention. She felt comfortable and inspired, especially in the heat of summer, when she dressed lightly without inhibitions even in the city, carried away by the weather. Her clothes would always reveal much of her beautiful body. Sadie was about 5' 6" tall, medium built and fair-skinned, with beautiful firm round breasts of which she was very proud, and slender legs that reached up to her welcoming hips. Her temperament had always been rather volatile, and led her to alternate between periods when she felt extremely sensual, and moments when she felt more detached from the world around her.
The day was passing like any other for Sadie at the festival, when at around five in the afternoon she and a couple of friends approached a stage in a somewhat secondary area, where jazz music was being played. They stopped to listen to the quartet that was performing. At the festival, there were hundreds of bands of all kinds performing on different stages from morning until late at night. That band was playing rather electric and energetic jazz, and the audience, just over a hundred people scattered below the stage, accompanied the music by moving and swaying to the insistent rhythms of the drums.
As Sadie immersed herself in the urgent and somewhat hypnotic rhythm of the band, she instinctively began to watch the trumpet player closely. He was playing slightly ahead of the others, and was a tall, pale, black-haired, robust-built young man in a shirt and shorts, who played his solos on the band's pieces with total concentration.
Then, once the concert was over, Sadie and her friends headed for the nearest bar, a makeshift wooden stand not far from the stage. It was there that Sadie noticed the jazz trumpet player from the earlier concert leaning against the bar, talking to a couple of friends, as she was coming back from the bathroom to her group. At that point, after thinking for a moment, Sadie plucked up her courage, approached him and said with a smile, 'Congratulations on the concert, I really enjoyed it.' The musician, seen up close, was a rather tall guy with gel-styled hair and a rather mocking or cold look.
Although the bar was still a bit busy, at the end of another funny story to which Sadie had responded with laughter, Danny leaned towards her over the table and kissed her on the mouth with a measured but decisive movement. Sadie had sensed Danny's movement and understood that he was about to kiss her, but she hadn't moved, instead accepting his kiss without retreating, her eyes closed, a small smile on her lips, absorbed in savouring the taste of it.
Now she felt how Danny, in the middle of kissing her, was putting his hands on her bare hips and legs. He was grabbing Sadie’s toned bare thighs insistently, taking advantage of her cute sexy clothes. She sensed that Danny was getting excited against her. She had already felt his cock against her shorts a couple of times, and she felt a deep desire growing inside her, one that she hadn't felt in a long time. After some time kissing and touching each other like this, standing, Sadie pulled back and looked at him intently. ‘Come on, let's go to my tent,’ Sadie said, almost whispering. ‘Yes,’ Danny replied almost immediately, without taking his hands off her.
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