Michigan is quite the place, especially for a “virgin”. The sites, the smells, the music…. the women! I couldn’t take it in fast enough! O.K. so I was a wide-eyed “Festie Virgin”. I probably looked more like a tourist than anything else. Head on a swivel…look at that…hey check it out! Wow! Gee! Golly! If my friends had not guided me carefully around the work detail lists I would have been working 24 hours a day all week long. By the second day I would have been dead, and of course, if I had been crashed out I would never have met a most wonderful woman named Kim.

It was suppertime on Wednesday when Kim ran into me…or over me would be a more apt description. I was sitting in the hot sun, shirt off and full flowery peasant skirt spread about my legs. I was nibbling on some rice, bean, veggie thing and was staring blankly at the air molecules between my nose and the DART meal tent. Somewhere in the background someone was playing a guitar and my mind was drifting in neutral…comfortably numb and completely brainless. The effects of three days of too much excitement and too little sleep had settled in.

“Hey girl! Are you flirting or am I wearing something of yours?” came a loud gruff voice immediately in front of me! I nearly choked on my tofu as my eyes suddenly focused on an incredibly menacing and sexy woman in denim and black leather seated in a rather funky looking wheelchair.
I sputtered in surprise and confusion….”No…sorry, I didn’t see you….” Confusion and guilt rushed over me…Shamed by my rudeness of staring at this woman…and then not even noticing her. I looked to the ground to avoid her eyes when I heard her laughing merrily.

“Goddess! You are too cute! I’d hate to see you try to flirt in a bar. Look up! Let me see that blush.”
I slowly moved my face up towards hers. I noted her beautiful engineer’s boots, her faded jeans, her bare chest and her chain decorated black leather jacket. I wondered briefly how she didn’t boil in the late afternoon heat with that coat on. On her fingers were several silver rings peeking out from the black leather half- gloves. Her smiling face had an impish grin that was somehow highlighted by a thin silvery scar across her right cheekbone. Her look was topped off by short spiky white hair and a couple of silver rings in her right ear lobe.

“I’m sorry, really…. I was daydreaming…” I tried to explain too quickly.

“Well dream no more baby…cuz here I am! Such a cute little thing, and sitting all alone too! Don’t you have a Mistress or Daddy to look after you? You never know what type of rogues you might run into at Fest.” She crooned in an amused but seductive voice.
“Uh? A Daddy? …If you are asking if I am alone, I am not! I’m camping with some friends.” I said somewhat uncertainly.

“Friends are good, really they are, and I camp with a couple of them myself. But who do you sleep with, is what I really want to know…. And would she share ya with me?” Kim said in a joking tone, laughing at her own boldness.

I blushed and looked at the ground again. I’d never had anyone quite so blatantly state their intentions, nor so quickly. Then I started to giggle at the strangeness of the whole situation.
“You are forward aren’t you! My name is Lynn, and you are?” I giggled as I extended my hand to her.
“Kim” she smiled and shook my hand with incredible strength. “ So does this mean that you’re free to go for a long walk in the woods with this little ol wolf?”

“Well, um, I‘m free…yes… but we just met…and really…this is quite a fast courtship…and….” I stammered and stumbled, not quite sure what to make of the amazing array of pick-up lines and her reference to a walk in the woods.

“Great! Come along Princess, if you need more courting time, we will just have to take the long way back to my tent.” Joked Kim as she held out her dirty meal plate. “But first wash our dishes and them come back here… go on now! Shoo!” Kim ordered with a flourish and a pat on the head as if I were a small child or dog.
As I stood up to walk over to the sink my skirt, which had caught under Kim’s front wheel, pulled momentarily off of my hips revealing my bare butt!
“Ooooh Baby! What a nice ass you have! You are by far the sexiest thing I’ve seen this year!” She sang with her hand over her heart.
“Oh sure! I bet you say that to all of the girls Kim! Now back off of my skirt so I can get these dishes washed!.... Mistress Kim?" I pleaded as I pulled at my hem and adjusted my skirt.
Kim rolled further onto my skirt, pulling it down to my knees and whispered with a mischievous smile. “I’d rather like to see all of you my lovely little Princess…. pretty scullery maid.”

“ Don’t! Please Kim! Don’t …you will rip my skirt.” I begged, red faced and not really as concerned about my skirt as my embarrassment. I glanced around feeling sure everyone at Fest was staring at me. Actually only a couple of denim clad women lounging under the trees happened to be paying any attention to my plight. And they seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I later found out that they happened to be Kim’s camping buddies.

Kim rolled back and laughed as I hastily pulled my skirt into place, gathered our dishes and jogged to the clean up sinks.

My mind whirled with confusion and excitement! I had no idea of what might come of this week, but somehow this truly obnoxious woman was becoming an irresistible turn-on. No doubt the relationship would be a short, sweet passionate evening that both of us would smile back on all winter. She probably had dragged dozens of unsuspecting “slave girls” back to her tent over the years. Anyone with that many balls and that fast a wit would certainly be a love-em-and-leave-em type! But what the heck! She was very sexy, in a warrior sort of way, and it had been a lifetime since I had played with being tied up and “made to love it”.

By the time the dishes had been scrubbed and I was sauntering back towards my wheeled warrior I had decided to play along with whatever fun she had in mind. I slowed my walk and swung my hips sensuously with each step using a belly dancer’s walk. I pulled my shoulders back and lifted my chest slightly with my new posture…my head up. Kim had nicknamed me Princess, so I would look like one for her. My efforts were not wasted. Kim flashed a lustful smile and mouthed across the distance an “OH MY!”

Yup, at that point I was pretty sure I would have at least one very hot night at this Fest.