It had been a long year. She had let herself go. The past 12 month were difficult. Being active had fallen by the wayside for the joys of bottles of wine and Netflix binging. Hibernating.
However, the past few months had be a turn-around point. Money was rolling in. Things were smoothing out. Sighing, she looked in the mirror at the body that used to be tighter, firmer. Watching her intake and working out over the past month had paid off, but not big. Still, better. Better than 90% of the trash out there. She had taken time for a nice pedi, bought a new outfit that enhanced the curves that she would always have, workouts or not. A bottle of wine being her company, she showered, shaved and took a good 30 minutes to groom below.. a place largely ignored for a time, but now rediscovered. She smiled and admired her self given wax job. Sliding her hands down her belly, over the 'landing strip' and on to the clean, smooth outer lips, parting them slightly, admiring the hairlessness of her pussy, her sensitive clit gently poking out from them. Even this gentle caress caused a little wave of pleasure she hadn't felt for awhile. She was tempted to lay back on her bed to explore her new home wax job to climax, but instead enjoyed the warmth and twitch of her own tease job.
It was a long winter. Finally, a fun, outdoor gathering was on the horizon. It was warm enough for skirt and tee shirt during the day, and a hoodie at night for drum circles and fires. It was her favorite time of year. The music line up was good. So was the potential for some fun dirty business. Even though she wasn't totally pleased with her body, it was better than before and she was pretty sure she could turn some heads. She had some skills, ya know.. good ones. All she had to do was catch someones attention and the rest... well that would remain to unfold.
At the festival site, she picked the spot for her home for the weekend. Not too close to the action, not too far away. Taking her time with some chardonnay and red bull, she jammed out to her newest favorite Pandora Station, Paloma Faith... and took her time setting up her tent, placing candles, stocking the 'bar' chilling wine, beer, food. Not a plan in mind, except for planning on being bad.
Milling about, checking out the scene, drink in hand, hoop over shoulder, she roamed the site she would call home for the next 72 hours. There were some pretty girls, pretty dudes... quelling the voice in the back of her head telling her she wasn't good enough, she answered back with a fuck you, I'm good, and I have skills.
The music started. She was unfamiliar with the band, but the jam was good. Self consciously, she grabbed her old friend, the hoop,and tossed it strangely around her waist. It felt awkward, so many better hoopers around her. But the music... it was so good. Closing her eyes, all the good stuff came back She was one with the hoop. Up, down. Over the head, around the back, over the elbow, pop, toss, catch, reverse and jump thru. The sweet old combo came surprisingly easy. Opening her eyes, she locked stares with a guy watching her. He was tall, dark and handsome, but too bad there was a girl attached to him... at least she wasn't much to look at. By the looks of her, she hadn't seen anything but the inside of a bar in a long time. Pudgy and soft. Too bad. Turning away from him, she smiled back at the girl smiling at her. The girl approached and asked about asked about the toss and jump thru, "can you show me?"
She and her new friend played, enjoyed the music and exchanged hoop tricks. Why are girls so sexy when they play? Her fresh, clean pussy twitched slightly watching her new friend. Dudes rocked, but girls were pretty cool, too. But her mind fell back on the random dude with the flabby girlfriend. What was it about him?
