I had the pleasure of working at a very well-known local event during the very hot summer months: a blues music festival. There were so many talented foreign acts, and the festival went on for three whole days! Our job was to set up the stage in a way that would make the performers feel at home. While we love all kinds of music, blues and hard rock aren’t as flashy as metal, so we didn’t have to worry about setting up microphones and amps. The performers were really easygoing, so we had plenty of time to just chat and enjoy the show.

We were feeling a bit restless, and some of my colleagues decided to indulge in a few cold ones. I chose to stay away from alcohol because I’ve learned the hard way that it can be dangerous when you’re operating a vehicle under its influence. I decided to take the wheel and head out for a bit, knowing that I wouldn’t be spending the night there.

The bands came and went, and honestly, I can’t even remember who they were. It used to be a “big band” with a local singer who had been living abroad for quite some time. I’m sure most foreign bands were just a bit hesitant to share what they needed because it was a bit tricky to communicate. I’m no English expert, and I had a bit of a rough time myself. But the person in charge of organizing the job didn’t speak English, which made things a bit difficult. In the end, they didn’t quite manage to pull everything off as smoothly as they’d hoped. But the local bands were super cool. They came with their own crew, which was really helpful.

After all, the local singer of the foreign big band talked about some requirements, where to paint the band members’ place, where to put the drum kit and bar stools for the singers, where to put the wires, and so on. Finally, there was something to do! I’ve always thought of the blues as a pretty boring genre, but I’m happy to help out in any way I can. While working, I had a little chat with the singer. There were three of them in the band, but the local girl looked much better than the others. She was quite big, tall but not fat, and not like a porn star, but very hot. She showed off her boobs at the concert with a push-up bra as a performance outfit. Before the start, she asked me if she looked good, and I said she looked very impressive. She laughed immediately because she knew how I meant.

During the concert, we’d sometimes look at each other. I’d peek from the side to see what was happening. The music wasn’t really to my taste, since it was 1950s-style with brass and strings, but she had a really good voice, and her breasts were pretty impressive, too. Next to her, two tall blondes looked good, but weren’t quite as beautiful or attractive in body (only in face).

After the concert, we gathered our things to head home. On our way out, I asked her if she was having a good time. She smiled and said she really enjoyed it and would have a beer or a glass of wine. I said I couldn’t drink, but I’d be happy to invite her to the buffet. My colleagues beckoned me to go, and they were so kind as to unload what they had. I think they knew I’d pick her up, but I didn’t think much of it. She looked older than me (I didn’t know how much older at the time), because they’re more quiet and not very sexy. I was there for her, and I thought, you know, it could be worth a beer to try. We had a lovely chat in the bar for a few hours. All her bandmates came to take photos with her, and I thought her husband was with them at first because they were hugging and kissing each other so much. She told me that she only has sex with them sometimes, and that she’s not married. She’s divorced, though; she moved abroad to be with her husband a few years ago. It also revealed she’s eight years older than me, which is a lot, but my married local lover is a bit more, so I told her that she is for me, and it’s great, but we can’t spend weekends and full nights together, and she never sleeps over night with me because she has to get home to her husband. I miss a whole night-long session of passionate lovemaking.