Our village fair has a brass or silver band (yes, there is a difference) that visits alternately every year. This year was the silver band's turn, and to my surprise, there were some young girls in the band! Usually, it's full of men around 500 years old, (not that that would stop me on the right day), but one girl in particular caught my eye. I used to play trumpet in school, and she was on first cornet. As I watched her play, and fuck, she was good, it reminded me of why I stopped playing. I used to get incredibly wet. Playing a brass instrument is hard work. There's a lot of pushing for the high notes, and for a girl, pushing results in leaking. I admit, she was easy on the eye too, and I decided I'd make conversation with her during the second band break.
Her name, I was to learn was Jess. She is 19, and has only recently joined the band. We made small talk until I told her I used to play but I stopped. She, as expected, asked me why. Now, I can blush on demand, and I did so now. "Well, I loved playing, but it....er....it made me (quick lock down at my tummy)....umm wet....down there....you know?" Now, I admit this was a definite come-on, and I hoped she'd bite. "Yeah....it can get that way. Why didn't you use panty liners?" I asked her if that's what she does and she said, with a cheeky little grin "sometimes. Sometimes not." I told her that even playing a few scales would do it, whereupon she handed me her cornet. I played several two octaves scales ending on a top F. (Amazed I still have the lips for that), I handed her the instrument back and said "Yep, that did it!" She said "nah....really? Show me!" And she took my hand and we scooted into the toilet and into a cubicle. I looked at her in her band uniform of black jacket, white shirt, stripped tie, black trousers, and as I could see, black tights. "You really wanna see?" She said "Yeah, sure" so I tugged my panties down and sure enough, there was a pleasing sticky mess in the crotch, not all of which was due to playing the scales! For a moment, my mind was in a real turmoil. Here I was, in a toilet cubicle with a girl I wanted to touch, but I had promised myself no sex with anyone else. So, I said "how about you? You as wet as me?" She undid her trousers, never once taking her eyes from mine. Then I saw a sight I have always loved, panties under tights. She tugged her tights down to her knees and then her black panties. Fuck, I thought I was wet! She was far more creamy than me! "Wow! Looks like YOU should have had a liner today!" She said "yeah, well, I like wet panties sometimes, (girl after my own heart!) and, well, when I'm like this, I like to get myself off afterwards." (Gulp! Here it was....the next words out of my mouth were make or break) " Why wait until after. I could do myself right now." And with that, I slipped my hand between my legs. For a few seconds, she just looked and then started on herself. Soon, she was leaning back against the cubicle wall, rubbing her hairless twat as I rubbed mine, both of us sneaking furtive little looks at each other as we did ourselves. Then, I did something naughty. I deliberately wobbled. As I'd hoped, she reached out to steady me but she didn't let go. Soon, her hand was travelling over my hips, back and forward, up and down, and I slowly turned my body so that it was my tummy and upper thigh she was touching. I was, by now fighting to hold my cum off, but it was worth the wait. I felt her hand start to brush on mine, and I let my own hand fall away to experience her touch on my clit. I responded by stroking the back,of her hand and she immediately gasped "Ohhh, yes....please!" I looked down at her, panties and tights around her knees, her legs straining to open wider, and my hand between that gorgeous V. I sunk a finger up her and found, to my surprise, a hymen! I still manage to wriggle a friend never in carefully, so maybe she wasn't the complete virgin I thought she was. I felt her grinding on the heel,of my hand as she flicked my clit with that talented right hand. I wanted to kiss her so much! I wanted to drop to my knees, lick her, suck her, have her pee in my mouth...hell....have her do ANYTHING in my mouth. I wanted to ream her bum hole out with my tongue, stick a finger up her bum then lick it....and then, I couldn't hold on and I came on her hand. This made Jess cum and we fell into each other's arms, I kissed her neck and inhaled her scent. When we recovered, still partially dressed I blurted out "I want your panties". Jess said "but we have another set to do. I can't play with no panties on, I'll cream my trousers." So I said "umm...well....you can have...er...mine?" She thought for a second and agreed. I left the summer fair wearing a pair of black cotton panties that were very wet, and smelling of Jess, while she sat on her chair on the bandstand playing, I noticed, with her legs slightly apart. She caught my eye and I waved goodbye. She looked between her legs, and sniffed, then smiled. She raised her cornet to her lips and stuck her tongue into the mouthpiece. I walked over the grass wishing to fuck it was my hole. I've learned something. Sex is all around us. It's hidden beneath the thinnest of veneers, and if you really look, really want to see, it's not hard. People check each other out all the time. Sure, I think it's different for girls. For example, I don't think for a moment Jess is lesbian, or even bi. At that moment, she just had a need....the same need I had. If I met her again, the chances are she'd be humungously embarraeed by the whole thing, and instead of diving between my legs, she'd avoid me. Who knows? Timing is everything. As for men, well, I'm fully aware of the number of times I get checked out by guys of all ages. Sometimes it's a turn on, sometimes it's the exact opposite. One time, a rough sleeper was checking me out. I began wondering when he last had sex, how sweaty and smelly he would be, and in that moment, I realised I could have fucked him. Another time, a guy was checking me out and even though he looked lovely, it just left me cold. It's all mood and timing, isn't it?
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