Walking through the larger first section I can see only ten other pitches occupied by either tents or caravans and I hurry past them. Crossing the ric...ety bridge I enter the second smaller section and am pleased to discover only one other pitch occupied. I erect my small tent in the far corner just before the last rays of light disappear behind the horizon and the sky becomes a deep purple. With nothing else to do, I settle into my tent, strip out of my clothing and put on a slinky thonged. The outer garments thus were those of a man. Darksocks and brown penny-loafers with an exaggerated heel completed whatMarla had selected for me, and I quickly donned the clothing, shivering abit with excitement as I put on the undergarments and also as I felt themovement of the hose against my jeans.I found my Mistress leaning against the kitchen wall, arms crossed withcar keys in her hands. Before she spoke, I dropped to my knees in frontof her and pressed my lips to the bare skin just above. If I asked her to dance, she accepted. Eventually we just assumed that, unless one or the other of us called a break, we’d dance every one.The erection flagged after a while. I had surreptitiously adjusted it upwards, so it wouldn’t make too much of a bulge, and my suit coat hung down enough that I wasn’t too worried about it. I had to adjust it again, back down, when it got soft. I did that during fast dances, because I’d noticed that people looked up a lot while they did that.She never said a. My face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute heaven and was as horny as I have ever been in my life.She straightened her dress a bit and started fixing her hair in the mirror.“So you like the dress?” She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her hair behind her ear. I even loved her ears.I had an agonizing boner in my pants. “I love it.”“You think I should wear it on our date?”“Date?” I was confused, and … oh so horny.“Yes.” She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zipper.