Helen had to choose her outfit carefully, she was going to see her husband Mark playing at a local music festival in his Rock Band. They were supporting the Headline act and it was one of the biggest gigs they had ever had.
Mark had spent last night staying on site in a camper with the rest of the band to soak up the atmosphere and hang out with all the other musos.
She had to choose her outfit carefully. She was going to see Mark (her partner of over 25 years) playing at a local music festival in his Rock Band. They were supporting the headlining group and it was one of the biggest gigs they had ever had. Mark had spent last night staying in a camper van with the rest of the band to soak up the atmosphere and hang out with all the other musos.
Helen had decided to meet up with them all later this afternoon. The band were playing a warm-up set before the main event, so she planned on maybe catching the end of that one, then spending some time with Mark and the boys before they had to go and perform.
The festival had grown over the last few years and was now able to present a mix of upcoming acts, local bands and household names (some of which had been really successful). It was a coup for ‘Plotting the Files’. Mark and the boys were hoping it may lead to bigger and better gigs.
As senior ‘wife’ in the band, Helen was feeling the pressure to look good. She ran a luxurious bath, oiled and scented her whole body. She had been to the salon yesterday, so her hair and nails were perfect, as was her skin, all of which had been waxed to within an inch of her life.
Helen walked back into the bedroom naked. She enjoyed the warm breeze on her skin. She worked hard to maintain her figure, the only bit of external help was a very subtle boob job. Not many women in their 40’s could really expect to have naturally perky tits!
Sitting in front of her dressing table Helen started to apply her makeup. Less obvious for the daytime then a stronger look for the main set.
Mark had told her not to worry too much about catching the afternoon performance. The band were treating as a warm up, so she didn’t have to rush.
Helen loved the dress she had chosen to wear, definitely channelling her inner ‘Marilyn’.
It was the classic white halter neck with a full skirt. Not what immediately comes to mind when you imagine a Rock Band Groupie, but Helen knew it would work and that Mark would appreciate it. She would team it with sandals and a wrap during the day, then pop on a load of jewellery, leather jacket and biker boots for the evening.
Her makeup finished, Helen slid into the dress. Twirling around in front of the full length mirror she frowned. Her knickers were really obvious through the white fabric. She slipped them off, turned around and smiled as she examined her reflection. That was much better.
To be honest, if you looked very closely there was a faint hint of bum cleavage and the darkness of her nipples was showing. Helen wasn’t worried, she knew that there would be a lot more flesh on display at a summer festival.
Helen was just grabbing her bag and coat when the taxi turned up. It was far too warm to walk over. She didn’t want to turn up all hot and sweaty. Gulping down a large couple of swigs of vodka from her flask, she felt a little calmer. She didn’t want to turn up completely sober, there would be a lot of catching up to do!
Surreptitiously sipping from the flask in the back of the taxi, Helen texted Mark to tell him she was on her way. He messaged back with which gate to go to, give her name and someone would escort her to the band.
Once she was in the arena Helen sourced a selection of alcohol for the boys in the band. She didn’t want to arrive empty handed.
She showed up in a little Gator loaded up with booze and was greeted effusively by all the musicians, even Billy the bass player, who she sometimes felt was a bit creepy.
The band were hanging out with a couple of other groups that they knew from the circuit.
“Good job I managed to get plenty of booze” She smiled as she greeted Mark with a big kiss.
The Gator driver, who she had found out was called Frank pulled out a couple of fat joints, got enveloped in the general mayhem and promptly abandoned his vehicle and joined the party.
Mark motioned for Helen to come and sit next to him around the table. Everyone shuffled up to fit her in.
Billy was sat opposite, looking slightly aloof.
“You look great.” Mark murmured in her ear as Helen sat down next to him. She smiled, she saw that she had made the correct outfit choice when she saw all the other ‘wives/groupies/hangers on’ dressed in the classic Rock Chick outfits. Black Pammy Anderson clinging leather, barely there mini dresses. Skinny, skinny black jeans and tiny tops. Spike heels and lots of fringing.
Helen knew from experience that leather dresses got hot and sweaty, tight jeans were very difficult to negotiate in a portaloo after a few drinks and spike heels just got caught in the grass!
As she snuggled up to Mark, Helen realized that he was quite drunk. Not falling over pissed, but there was a glint in his eye she recognised. It was the type of drunkenness that made him behave quite reckless sometimes.
“How was last night?” Helen asked. “Did you get any sleep?” She smiled.
“Not a lot.” He admitted. “It was a pretty full on evening. There were some great bands on and we ended up in one of their trailers. It’s O.K. though, we’re all recovered now.”
As he was chatting to her his hand had slipped under her skirt and his fingers were creeping up the inside of her thighs.
Suddenly, the members of one of the other bands jumped up and dashed off. One of the organisers had managed to track them down just in time for their set.
“Good luck. Catch you later.” Called out a couple of other musicians.
Everyone else settled down and gave themselves a bit more space around the table.
Except Helen. She was enjoying Marks attention. She spread her legs a little wider to give him easier access.
He was pleasantly surprised when his fingers met with her smooth knicker less pussy.
“You sexy minx!” He whispered in her ear as he slid a finger into her already creamy slit.
Helen held her drink up to her mouth to hide her gasp of pleasure. He kept probing with more fingers, spreading her cunt lips and sensuously caressing her clit with his thumb.
Everyone else was engrossed in their own conversations and no-one seemed to realise what was going on under the table.
Except Billy.
Helen looked across and noticed his eyes glued to her and Mark. She chose not to care.
There was a shriek from the other end of the table as one of the drunk groupies decided to give everyone a flash of her nipple piercings. That took all the attention onto her and Mark whispered into Helens ear that he was going to make her cum in full sight of everyone!
Helen wriggled in anticipation. Marks burrowing fingers were working some sort of magic between her legs. She was absolutely soaking and was sure that if anyone sat too close they would be able to hear Mark slipping around in her overstimulated pussy.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t’ you?” He said a little louder. Maybe hoping someone would overhear him.
Helen was too engrossed in her own world of pre-orgasmic bliss to give him a sensible answer.
“Just don’t stop what you are doing.” She gasped, not caring if anyone heard or saw her.
In their long relationship, Helen and Mark had enjoyed lots of al-fresco and slightly daring sexual scenarios. But nothing as blatant as this.
It must have been the overtly decadent atmosphere where it felt like anything goes. There was now a collection of topless nubile groupies at the far end of the table.
Helen felt that she could let herself go. Breathing heavily, she muttered to Mark “I’m nearly there, ummmmmmm, oh, oh.” Nestling her face into Marks neck she shuddered to a fierce climax.
“Wow! That was amazing. Thank you for a very unexpected and exciting time.
She glanced over and saw Billy eying her. She felt utterly wanton, took Marks face in her hands and kissed him thoroughly.
She looked down and saw his trousers straining under the pressure of what was obviously a massive hard on.
“We need to do something about that.” Helen smiled at him. “But not here.”
The whole table had stared to get more and more raucous. Mark going with the flow, slid his hand down the front of Helens top, tweaked her very excited nipples and announced to everyone that he was going to show her their trailer and where to put her bags. He asked for someone to give him a shout when he was needed for their next set. All whilst tweaking and playing with her almost exposed breasts.
Helen was shocked, but extremely turned on.
“Yay! Give her one from me mate!” One of the other band members yelled down the other end of the table.
Helen knew that they weren’t fooling anyone as Mark picked up her stuff.
She blew all the others a kiss and slowly flicked the V sign at them. Laughing and entwined around each other, Helen and Mark grabbed a couple bottles of booze and made their way across the site to the bands caravan.
They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, like a pair of teenagers.
The van was tucked in between various band members’ cars and a couple of campers. They had some chairs, a little table and a BBQ. The most interesting item was a big fridge, full of alcohol running from a surprisingly quiet generator.
Mark threw open the door of the trailer, took one look inside and told Helen not to go in. It was in a shocking state.
Pushing her gently against the bonnet of his car, he undid the halter neck of her dress, releasing to aching breasts, he launched his face into them. Sucking, fondling and nibbling on them. Helen threw her head back groaning with pleasure. She reached forwards and undid his bulging trousers. His cock sprung out. Hard and very erect.
Helen sunk to her knees and greedily took him in her mouth.