Anna V
07-03-2010, 05:14 PM
Memories of Glastonbury 2009
Although this is a work of fiction, it is based on the truth.
As most of you are probably aware, the last weekend in June marks the largest music festival in the UK at Glastonbury. Being England, unfortunately you can't rely on the weather being wall to wall sunshine. In all honesty, you can pretty much guarantee that you're going to get wet at some point over the weekend. This year was no exception and by Friday afternoon, the sunglasses and sun hats had been replaced with rain-hoods and brollies.
Being the optimistic type, I always try to find the positives in the situation. As luck would have it, girls in the UK have decided that if you're at a festival and the rain starts, denim shorts, a pair of tights and wellies are the order of the day. When I say shorts, don't be thinking baggy shorts that reach your knees, think tight shorts that just about cover your bum cheeks - Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazard would think twice about wearing something so small. Lots of girls still stick with the tried and trusted green wellies, but with them becoming standard festival wear the manufacturers have started to develop some interesting designs, including some with a bit of a heel. Where the girls can really show their individualism is in their choice of tights. Obviously, black tights are the favourites, ranging from sheer, through opaque and shiny all the way to leggings. Then there's the girls trying to bring a little colour to the occasion wearing tights all colours of the rainbow. Then there's the girls who are desperate to be noticed in the bright pinks and fishnets. Finally there's the confident, individual girl who wears patterned tights or lacy tights - my type of girl.
Being a closet cross-dresser who enjoys the delights of pulling a new pair of tights up my freshly smooth legs, I always have mixed emotions when the rain starts. I'm never sure if I want to make passionate love to these girls or join them by putting on a pair of tights. Although anything goes at Glastonbury, I'm still too shy to step out of the tent in my hot pants and black lacy tights. Most people wouldn't look twice, but I'm not sure how Bob, my festival buddy, would take it.
By the time the rain started on Friday afternoon, Bob and I had tried out a few of the bars and were enjoying the music, the beer and the atmosphere of the event. As the weather started to deteriorate during the afternoon, out came the girl's tights and wellies. Although I was enjoying the music (who wouldn't when you're being entertained by some of the best music in the world?) I couldn't give the music my full attention as where ever I looked, walking by me was a long pair of legs in various colours and the swishing sound of nylon thighs rubbing together.
When Lily Allen came onto the Pyramid stage, Bob and I decided to sit down and enjoy the music. From a prone position, there's a constant stream of coloured legs crossing your field of view. Now I'm sure that Lily put on a great show, but I couldn't really tell you as my mind was swirling around trying to work out which were the best legs going by. Eventually I told Bob that I had to go and get a beer. If I didn't do it soon, my erection would be so obvious that I wouldn't be able to walk to the bar.
By the time I returned to Bob, Lily's set had finished and the stage was being prepared for the Specials who I was really looking forward to. Whilst I had been gone the area had become a lot more crowded. Alongside us were a group of lively youngsters drinking their cider straight out of the bottle and seeming to enjoy themselves. To the other side there was a young family with a child in a buggy. I couldn't help paying attention to the group of youngsters as each of the girls was wearing the shorts, tights and wellies uniform.
Before the Specials made an appearance Bob went to the bar to get his round in. This gave my the opportunity to watch the world go by and enjoy the rainbow of colours and the variety of leg types, short and stubby, athletic and my favourite, long and shapely.
Whilst watching a particularly nice pair of legs go by in a nice royal blue, my view was blocked by a group of three who dropped their bags just in front of where I was sitting. It was obviously a couple with their young daughter. A quick appraisal was that the couple were in their mid to late 30s and they'd brought their daughter with them. She looked to be around 17 or 18 and didn't look best pleased at being at a trendy place like Glastonbury, but having to tag along with her parents. She was wearing the compulsory tight jeans shorts and a pair of silk shiny black tights which were showing off her legs to good affect. Her mother was wearing matching shorts and a pair of black lacy tights which grabbed my attention. As they dropped their bags, I must have been staring a little to long as I noticed that the mother was looking back through her legs straight at me and a cute smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I was imagining it, but I swear that she wiggled her ass at me before she sat down.
Fortunately Bob soon returned with the beers and it distracted me from thinking what this women's legs would look like from between her thighs. After a few more minutes the Specials came on stage, the crowd all jumped up and were entertained for the next 45 minutes. Occasionally I would glance over at the mother to watch her moving away to a little ska music, a simple dance, but a sexy one. The lady had rhythm for sure and I was envious of her lucky partner, knowing that he'd be sharing a tent with her tonight. Despite the quality of the music, throughout the entire set, their daughter sat there with a sullen look on her face. Typical petulant teenager I thought.
The Specials finished their set with the classic Ghost Town and the whole field, except the sullen daughter, were up on their feet cheering. Next up was Neil Young, strange choice of headlining on the main stage, but Bob was a fan, so we were going to stay around and listen to the old man. The cider drinking youngsters headed off, probably to watch a young up and coming band. The young family also headed off, probably past their child's bed time. The couple and their daughter stayed around, so even if the music wasn't great, at least there would be something interesting to watch.
My round at the bar this time and as I headed off, I noticed that the guy standing next to me at the bar was the partner off the lady in the black lacy tights. He was wearing a Neil Young t-shirt, so I guess it was his choice for them to stick around for the old man.
Just for a change, I managed to get served quite quickly at the bar and was back at the Pyramid before the guy in the Neil Young t-shirt. As I approached Bob, I noticed that the lady in the black lacy tights and her daughter were deep in conversation, but when I walked pass, the mother looked up at me and smiled and her daughter giggled. I gave Bob his beer and sat down. The mother and daughter both turned around and carried on whispering. Fortunately, the man in the Neil Young t-shirt returned with their drinks and they turned back and started talking to him.
Shortly after this, the crowd cheered as Neil came on stage. Everyone around us stood up as he started to play. After about ten minutes my interest in his music had waned so I sat down. Looking over at the family, the mother and daughter were both sitting down, whilst the dad seemed to be having the time of his life. Even my friend Bob seemed to be engrossed in the music.
Although this is a work of fiction, it is based on the truth.
As most of you are probably aware, the last weekend in June marks the largest music festival in the UK at Glastonbury. Being England, unfortunately you can't rely on the weather being wall to wall sunshine. In all honesty, you can pretty much guarantee that you're going to get wet at some point over the weekend. This year was no exception and by Friday afternoon, the sunglasses and sun hats had been replaced with rain-hoods and brollies.
Being the optimistic type, I always try to find the positives in the situation. As luck would have it, girls in the UK have decided that if you're at a festival and the rain starts, denim shorts, a pair of tights and wellies are the order of the day. When I say shorts, don't be thinking baggy shorts that reach your knees, think tight shorts that just about cover your bum cheeks - Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazard would think twice about wearing something so small. Lots of girls still stick with the tried and trusted green wellies, but with them becoming standard festival wear the manufacturers have started to develop some interesting designs, including some with a bit of a heel. Where the girls can really show their individualism is in their choice of tights. Obviously, black tights are the favourites, ranging from sheer, through opaque and shiny all the way to leggings. Then there's the girls trying to bring a little colour to the occasion wearing tights all colours of the rainbow. Then there's the girls who are desperate to be noticed in the bright pinks and fishnets. Finally there's the confident, individual girl who wears patterned tights or lacy tights - my type of girl.
Being a closet cross-dresser who enjoys the delights of pulling a new pair of tights up my freshly smooth legs, I always have mixed emotions when the rain starts. I'm never sure if I want to make passionate love to these girls or join them by putting on a pair of tights. Although anything goes at Glastonbury, I'm still too shy to step out of the tent in my hot pants and black lacy tights. Most people wouldn't look twice, but I'm not sure how Bob, my festival buddy, would take it.
By the time the rain started on Friday afternoon, Bob and I had tried out a few of the bars and were enjoying the music, the beer and the atmosphere of the event. As the weather started to deteriorate during the afternoon, out came the girl's tights and wellies. Although I was enjoying the music (who wouldn't when you're being entertained by some of the best music in the world?) I couldn't give the music my full attention as where ever I looked, walking by me was a long pair of legs in various colours and the swishing sound of nylon thighs rubbing together.
When Lily Allen came onto the Pyramid stage, Bob and I decided to sit down and enjoy the music. From a prone position, there's a constant stream of coloured legs crossing your field of view. Now I'm sure that Lily put on a great show, but I couldn't really tell you as my mind was swirling around trying to work out which were the best legs going by. Eventually I told Bob that I had to go and get a beer. If I didn't do it soon, my erection would be so obvious that I wouldn't be able to walk to the bar.
By the time I returned to Bob, Lily's set had finished and the stage was being prepared for the Specials who I was really looking forward to. Whilst I had been gone the area had become a lot more crowded. Alongside us were a group of lively youngsters drinking their cider straight out of the bottle and seeming to enjoy themselves. To the other side there was a young family with a child in a buggy. I couldn't help paying attention to the group of youngsters as each of the girls was wearing the shorts, tights and wellies uniform.
Before the Specials made an appearance Bob went to the bar to get his round in. This gave my the opportunity to watch the world go by and enjoy the rainbow of colours and the variety of leg types, short and stubby, athletic and my favourite, long and shapely.
Whilst watching a particularly nice pair of legs go by in a nice royal blue, my view was blocked by a group of three who dropped their bags just in front of where I was sitting. It was obviously a couple with their young daughter. A quick appraisal was that the couple were in their mid to late 30s and they'd brought their daughter with them. She looked to be around 17 or 18 and didn't look best pleased at being at a trendy place like Glastonbury, but having to tag along with her parents. She was wearing the compulsory tight jeans shorts and a pair of silk shiny black tights which were showing off her legs to good affect. Her mother was wearing matching shorts and a pair of black lacy tights which grabbed my attention. As they dropped their bags, I must have been staring a little to long as I noticed that the mother was looking back through her legs straight at me and a cute smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I was imagining it, but I swear that she wiggled her ass at me before she sat down.
Fortunately Bob soon returned with the beers and it distracted me from thinking what this women's legs would look like from between her thighs. After a few more minutes the Specials came on stage, the crowd all jumped up and were entertained for the next 45 minutes. Occasionally I would glance over at the mother to watch her moving away to a little ska music, a simple dance, but a sexy one. The lady had rhythm for sure and I was envious of her lucky partner, knowing that he'd be sharing a tent with her tonight. Despite the quality of the music, throughout the entire set, their daughter sat there with a sullen look on her face. Typical petulant teenager I thought.
The Specials finished their set with the classic Ghost Town and the whole field, except the sullen daughter, were up on their feet cheering. Next up was Neil Young, strange choice of headlining on the main stage, but Bob was a fan, so we were going to stay around and listen to the old man. The cider drinking youngsters headed off, probably to watch a young up and coming band. The young family also headed off, probably past their child's bed time. The couple and their daughter stayed around, so even if the music wasn't great, at least there would be something interesting to watch.
My round at the bar this time and as I headed off, I noticed that the guy standing next to me at the bar was the partner off the lady in the black lacy tights. He was wearing a Neil Young t-shirt, so I guess it was his choice for them to stick around for the old man.
Just for a change, I managed to get served quite quickly at the bar and was back at the Pyramid before the guy in the Neil Young t-shirt. As I approached Bob, I noticed that the lady in the black lacy tights and her daughter were deep in conversation, but when I walked pass, the mother looked up at me and smiled and her daughter giggled. I gave Bob his beer and sat down. The mother and daughter both turned around and carried on whispering. Fortunately, the man in the Neil Young t-shirt returned with their drinks and they turned back and started talking to him.
Shortly after this, the crowd cheered as Neil came on stage. Everyone around us stood up as he started to play. After about ten minutes my interest in his music had waned so I sat down. Looking over at the family, the mother and daughter were both sitting down, whilst the dad seemed to be having the time of his life. Even my friend Bob seemed to be engrossed in the music.