When my wife died after thirty-two years of wedded bliss I was completely devastated. As we had been planning our retirement for a few years hence, I suddenly found it impossible to think ahead, but I did find myself very comfortable financially, due to our careful planning.
As a result, I took early retirement, but within six months realised it was the worst idea possible as I found my days lasting forever with nothing to properly occupy them. Fortunately, at the same time, a local stately home placed an advertisement for volunteer staff to help them maintain the grounds of their property which were open to the public, but not the house as family still lives there. I decided that it might give me something else to focus on and applied and was very happy to be taken on as one of six volunteers.
Very quickly I got to know the family quite well as they were very hands on. They didn't feel that they could ask for volunteers then sit back and let them do all the work, so they frequently joined us at the weekend as we were working, maintaining and improving the rambling grounds.
The father, Roger, was the MD of major company, and Rebecca, the mother was a Partner in a major Legal practice, so they were rather comfortably well off themselves. They had four children, the eldest girl, who we rarely saw, was about 6 years older than younger twin boys, Jacob and Freddie, aged nineteen who were quickly followed by the younger daughter, Clarissa, who had just turned eighteen. The younger three children frequently came and helped us out, so we got to know them very well.
Due to the age differences, Clarissa had always behaved as another boy, and at times was a real tomboy, including playing cricket for the local village team. Therefore, being continually dressed in jeans or even dungarees, with baggy jumpers and with her hair tied up in a ponytail Clarissa never really exhibited much femininity.
Last summer, the family decided to allow a one-day music and arts festival to be held in the grounds of the property. Our volunteer group were asked to assist the contractors in setting up the venues for the music and art shows that would take place, and also prepare an area to be used as a camp site for the visitors to stay over. Once again, the twins and Clarissa were only too happy to muck in and help in getting everything arranged.
As the weekend approached, more details of the acts that were to be performing and exhibiting became known, it was not a list that I knew very well. However, on a whim I decided that it might be a bit of fun and I booked myself a ticket. If nothing else, I would have an opportunity to see what sort of mess we might have to tidy up afterwards.
The grounds were to be open from eleven in the morning, with the first bands appearing on stage at two-thirty. Like most festivals, there were several different locations where tents were arranged with small generators so that bands, poetry recitals, theatrical acts, etc., could perform. On the day of the festival, living very locally, I arrived early and pitched my tent in a more or less desolate campsite. I knew it would get busier, but not by how much.
By the time the first acts were beginning to perform, several hundred people had turned up and with the bars also open it was obvious it was going to be a well-watered event. I wasn't going to be left out and had got myself the first of what would be several pints over the next few hours.
Having watched the first band on stage, a group of four teenagers, who could actually hold a decent tune and were very proficient with their instruments, I then decided to make my way through the woods to where a small 'stage' had been arranged for poetry recitals. On my way there, coming towards me was a group of five young women, all dressed in very festival-type clothing. As they approached, I thought nothing of them until one suddenly piped up.
"Hello Mr. Davidson," came a very chirpy voice.
Doing a double take, I suddenly realised it was Clarissa, and I stopped in my tracks.
I broke into a laugh, then had to apologise.
"I'm sorry Clarissa! I didn't recognise you, no jeans and jumpers! You are looking really lovely!"
Clarissa joined in with the laughter.
"I can scrub up quite well, when I have to" she admitted.
"Indeed, you can! You'll have all the young men chasing after you!" I joked.
"I certainly hope so!" she replied, in a very seductive manner.
Then we parted. As the girls walked away, I had to turn and look again.
I had lied when I said that Clarissa looked lovely, she looked stunning. Yes, no jeans and jumpers.
Clarissa was wearing an extremely short multi-coloured A-line dress which only just reached down to mid-thigh of her never-ending slim legs, on the end of which were the obligatory festival wellies. Her dress also had a high neck but tight bodice, and suddenly Clarissa had an exceptionally nice pair of breasts. In addition, with her long wavy auburn hair falling well down her back it framed her beautiful, lightly made-up face perfectly. She was a real stunner.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, the crowds continued to swell until at least two thousand people were wandering around. With great weather to boot, the day was obviously going to be a roaring success.
I continued to occasionally see Clarissa and her friends at the different venues. She was definitely showing her usual boisterous character, bouncing and dancing about to the music, some of which may also have been aided by a steady supply of alcohol, although to her and her friend's credit, none of them seemed to be getting too drunk.
However, by about 1:30 I was getting weary and headed back to my tent. As I had pitched early, I thought I had picked a quiet spot, but coming back several hours later I found my tent surrounded by dozens of others.
"Oh, Oh!" I thought, might not be quite as quiet as I had anticipated.
I stripped off and got into my sleeping bag and must have dropped off.
The last Disco slot was not finishing until 3:30, and it must have been just shortly after then that I heard a few raucous people return to their tents near mine.
As I had expected, several sounded as though they had no real intention of going to sleep and sat around talking quite loudly, but in a good-natured fashion, so I lay there and listened a bit as I tried to drop off.
Suddenly, from the other side of my tent I heard some different noises.
It sounded just like flesh hitting flesh! This was another thought that had crossed my mind when I saw the extra tents near mine. Would I be kept awake by couples having sex all night!
Trying not to listen too closely, quiet groans and sighs also began to be heard. But to my surprise both voices sounded male, certainly deeper than most females I knew.
I smiled, how could I not have expected this, and at such an event. This hadn't been your usual music festival as many of the acts I had watched, and also the audiences watching them had definitely contained a significant proportion of whom I would have called 'gender fluid' participants.
This had in no way disturbed or disgusted me, and in fact I had though it very enlightening and inclusive, so the fact that I now had a couple of guys having sex, a matter of three or four foot away from my tent didn't really surprise me.
I tried not to listen, and go back to sleep, but it was a little difficult. The fun and games were being sporadically disrupted by one of the participants giggling, which began to irritate the other. Then came the fateful confession.
"I'm sorry, I don't really know what I'm doing. I haven't done this sort of thing before."
The other male sort of went quiet for a brief minute, then the sounds of flesh on flesh started again.
I smiled as this time the moans slowly began to increase in intensity, as the couple obviously got things much more together. It also wasn't a rushed affair, as the moaning and whimpering continued for a good ten minutes before a very vocal orgasm was achieved.
I wondered what was going to happen next, but almost missed it. With things now quiet next door I must have drifted off again until the unzipping of the tent stirred me from my slumbers.
"God that was so good!" came the excited whisper, "That was the best feeling I've ever had, thank you so much."
"The pleasure was all mine" came the experienced reply, "Glad I could help you out."
Again, I smiled, two happy people I thought, before drifting off again.
It was bright and sunny the next day as everyone began to surface and slowly pack up and disappear. Some of the food stalls from the previous day were still on site and were willing to offer some form of breakfast for the ravenous campers. I took my time getting myself organised and packing up knowing I didn't have far to go, and also that I had agreed to help out that afternoon with the inevitable clean-up, to prepare the grounds for show the following weekend.
By about 2:00 pm most of the campers had left, and I took myself over to the Estate offices which were situated in a converted outbuilding. There were a couple other volunteers there and we discussed the previous day's events as we worked out who was going to be doing what.
Being the most able male there, I agreed to sort out and empty the main tent, as we knew that the contractors who had erected it were due back in the following day to take it down. Then we all began to disseminate to do our jobs. I hung around in the office for a few more minutes finishing a cup of coffee that I had been drinking.
