My senses felt fed. Freddie, the cute Flamenco guitarist, was sitting nearby, taking a break from playing music, and he offered to rub my feet at the same time his friend was rubbing my neck and shoulders. I accepted, naturally. When Freddie’s musician hands touched my feet, electricity immediately connected our flesh, causing an involuntary tremor through my body. But I made myself relax, breathing and luxuriating in the many sensations, erotically held together by the music. The fire flickered and danced with the overhead lights and my body surrendered in ecstasy. The smell of the burning wood mingled with incense, hashish and forest. The stars outside flickered and a sense of serene peace wafted over us.
Suddenly the power failed and the lights went out. Everything stopped. Freddie took my hand and, in a trance, without thought or talk, we walked into the night outside through the curtained door. Somewhere in the dark, on the other side of a haybale, we came together in a ferocious and consuming passion that overtook us, making love in the dirt and weeds. When we strolled in after the lights came back on, we must have both had twigs and hay in our hair. And we must have glowed.
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