The next date on the tour was a big one: the Amphi festival in Cologne, Germany.

An established festival that brought in thirteen thousand people. It was by some distance the biggest gig we had ever played. We hired a van, and it took 10 hours to drive from Sheffield.

We arrived tired but excited, wandered around the massive site acclimatising ourselves, watched a few bands and settled for the night. Singer Sarah and her husband had booked a hotel room, but due to being strapped for cash, the Keyboard player Ant and I were sleeping in the back of the van. An airbed and a sleeping bag meant it was reasonably comfortable, apart from Ant’s snoring.

The following day, we wandered again, making full use of the access-all-areas passes, finding by far the coolest backstage area I have ever seen. A massive white marquee with a free bar and sofas, we sat in the sun and drank and then suddenly it was show time.

Nerves knotted my stomach onstage as I looked out at the sea of anonymous faces below me, but the set went well, and we left the stage to polite applause. I experimented with a lot of different drugs in my youth, and this rush was better than any of them. We partied and drank and danced. Friends were made, girls were kissed, and in the small hours, we tried but failed to sleep.

The next day, after another night in the van, both Ant and I were wandering around the festival like something out of an old Romero Zombie film, living dead goths incarnate! I was happy, but so tired I thought I might start hallucinating. We settled on the warm grass on the edge of the field near the main stage, and I lay back contentedly staring at the sky.

Two girls came over to join us.

“You played yesterday, no?” one said to me. She had an interesting accent that I later found out was Dutch. She had red hair and was wearing big boots and a short T-shirt dress with an occult design on it. If I had been more awake, I would have realised how cute she was. I sat up, said hello and asked, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Your band played here yesterday,” she said with a smile.

“Oh yes, we played the second stage in the afternoon,” I answered.

“I thought so. We saw you. You're very good, very cool!” she said enthusiastically.

“Thank you, it is our first time playing a festival this size; it has been amazing, but I am so tired," I said with a laugh. Ant was deep in conversation with the other girl.

I continued chatting with the pretty Dutch girl who introduced herself as Ava, she was 24 and studying a PHD in European Political Science in Belgium and was about to take a placement at The Hague. She explained she spoke five languages, but apologised that English was not her best; even in my fatigued state, I could not help but be impressed.

It was then decided by the group that we would all go back to the girls' hotel room to relax before the next round of bands, so fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on a single bed in their hotel room, enjoying the hum of the air conditioning.

Ava sat behind me on the bed and told me to sit forward, slightly confused but too tired to ask why. I did so, and the next thing I knew, she was gently brushing my hair, starting at the bottom and working her way to the top. After 2 days in the dust of the festival, this felt heavenly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stroking of the brush as it gently scratched down the small of my back.

My phone pinged, and I opened it.

Behind me, Ava asked, “Who is Michelle?”

“A friend,” I answered.

“Do all your friends call you Master?” she asked very matter-of-factly.

“Only very good friends,” I laughed.

Ant and the other girl had decided they were heading back to the arena, and Ava asked what I wanted to do. I thought for a moment and said, “Could I be really cheeky and use your shower before heading back? We have been sleeping in a van for two days, and I could really do with a nice shower!

“Of course, I wait for you.” She replied immediately and started to plait my hair behind my back.

It was agreed that we would meet the other two after, and five minutes later, I was standing naked under the hot, powerful stream of water. I thought to myself how amazing it felt, soothing my tired, aching body.

I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Ava standing in the bathroom doorway.

 The T-shirt dress had gone, and she was wearing dusky pink lingerie that perfectly complemented her deep red hair.

“I join you?” she asked with a smile.

My over-tired brain tried to catch up with the situation I now found myself in. Why was this girl, whom I had only known for half an hour, standing staring at me in the shower? Had she been flirting and I had missed it, we had not even kissed.

I became aware I was now staring at her as she stood in the doorway and told myself, who bloody cares, she is gorgeous!

Finally, I said simply, “Please do.”

She smiled, stepped forward, unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor, releasing beautiful, full breasts. She forced her panties over her hip and stepped into the shower beside me, her arms wrapped around me, and we kissed. She was a very good kisser, and my body instantly reacted.

She picked up a shower gel bottle behind me, squeezed it into her hands and soaped my body. Her hands felt incredible as they massaged the soap into my skin. She then picked up the bottle again and squeezed a little into my hand.

I soaped it into a lather in my hands and proceeded to soap her whole body. Her skin was smooth and perfect, and I took my time, massaging it into her shoulders, down her arms, lingering over her firm breasts. This provoked a reaction from her and again she stepped into me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me deeply. This time it was more assured and passionate.

We moved back into the hot water and allowed it to wash the soap off our naked bodies as we continued to kiss and embrace. Without warning, she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

I gasped as she took me to the back of her throat, placing my hand on the side of the shower to steady myself. I looked down at this previously shy, highly intelligent and cultured Dutch girl, whom I had only just met and had barely spoken more than ten sentences to, who was now on her knees devouring my cock. I could not help but smile at the insanity of my life at times.

My mind was brought back into sharp focus as her skilful tongue wrapped around the underside of my shaft. She stood and turned her back to me, raised her hip and leg, took hold of my dick and moved herself back onto me, sliding me into her with ease. I put one arm around her to cup her breast, kissing the back of her neck and enjoying the warm embrace of her tight body. She was moaning loudly and pushing her arse back towards me, meeting my gentle thrusts.

Hearing her breathing increase, I slid my hand under the thigh of the leg which was lifted and stroked her smooth, shaved pussy, quickly finding her clitoris and stimulating it in different ways till I found the one that brought the most reaction from her.

Continuing to do this brought her to a loud orgasm in a short time. She dropped her leg back down and leaned back into me, catching her breath as I continued to kiss her neck and thrust into her from behind.

She rose off me and turned, kissing me deeply, and then dropped to her knees and once again took my cock to the back of her throat before sliding back and working on it with her hand and mouth, her other hand lifting to gently massage my balls beneath, it did not take long for me to gasp and erupt in her mouth, She swallowed and stood to again embrace me.

We were soon in the room drying off, and she turned to me and said, “I tell my friend we're late cos fuck, now go meet them, ok?"

“You certainly have a way with words, Ava," I said with a laugh.

She sat next to me and thought carefully, saying. “I come to the festival for a good time before my new job, the festival is very good, but no nice boys. I see you on stage, and you look beautiful. I then see you today and decide I want to be, how do you English say, a slut, yes, I want to be slut, is ok?”

I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her deeply and said with a smile, “It's very ok, Ava, is fucking brilliant.”

She finished getting dressed, throwing on her dress over the lingerie she had put back on and grabbed my hand as we left the hotel room. We walked, chatting openly on our way to the second stage.

I felt much more human after my shower and more relaxed after the wonderful attention from Ava. We met Ant, who flashed me a broad smile, and I noticed he was also now hand in hand with her friend, whom I now knew was called Emma.

We spent the next few hours watching various bands, chatting and drinking.  Despite her limited English, Ava was obviously very intelligent and just a little cheeky, and she proved to be extremely pleasant company.

We were relaxing outside one of the many external bars when Emma said one of the bands she wanted to see was starting soon on the main stage. As she and Ant stood, Ava looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders, showing I didn’t mind either way.

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “We go and see the band, or we go to the hotel and fuck?”

I looked at her and mouthed, "Hotel." She grinned and said something to Emma that made her giggle. Ten minutes later, we were entering her hotel room.

She locked the door and immediately removed her dress and peeled off her lingerie. It struck me that she was far less shy when standing naked and proud in front of me than she was when talking to me. As I pulled my T-shirt over my head and started to peel off my skintight black jeans, she sat back, leaning on her elbows on the edge of the bed, watching me intently.

I smiled as I stepped across and bent down to kiss her, my right hand finding and cupping her right breast, gently pinching her nipple and forcing a little gasp from her as I kissed her. I moved back and placed my hand in the centre of her chest and pushed her to lie back on the bed.

Dropping to my knees between her open thighs, I dipped my head and ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh before switching to kiss and lick the other side. Dropping low, I gently, slowly ran my tongue from the base of her vagina to the top four or five times.

I brought my left hand round to stroke her stomach, placing my hand flat just above her pubic bone, applying a little pressure to pull the skin tight as I used full and broad flat upward strokes of my tongue in a constant rhythm, then I gently lapped at the outer lips of her sweet pussy, sucking one into my mouth then moving to the other. I then ran my full tongue from the very bottom to the top of her now soaking pussy.

She was speaking in Dutch under her breath. I had no idea what she was saying, but judging from the moans in between, they were not words of complaint as I ran my tongue in circles around her clitoris.

I went back to long leisurely licks along the length of her pussy before finally pushing inside with my tongue, darting as deep as I could. After a minute or two, I again sought her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and creating a pulsing sensation.

I brought my right hand round to the front and slowly inserted two fingers, then three into her wet velvety opening, sliding them in and out a little before probing deeper and turning my hand to face me, hooking my fingers forward a little, looking for the slightly rough patch of skin to find her G spot, her breathing was now erratic and she was bucking uncontrollably beneath my mouth, her breathing became laboured and her moaning reached the level that I was worried if someone was next door, I removed my fingers and gently lapped at her pussy as her orgasm subsided.

After only a few seconds to recover, she sat up and grabbed my head, kissing me deeply and passionately like a woman possessed. As I stood, she turned onto her stomach, looked seductively over her shoulder and said simply, “We fuck now.”

“Oh, yes, we fuck now,” I answered, aiming a hard slap at her now exposed ass, I climbed onto the edge of the bed behind her and, happily taking her at her word, drew the tip of my penis along the wet opening of her vagina, slowly used the weight of my body to lean forward and felt her pussy open to me, slowly edging into its warm soaking folds. She gasped and I saw her hands grip the duvet as I pushed deeper.

I steadied myself and started to drive into her, pushing deeper each time I thrust, drawing sharp gasps and moans from her with each thrust. No attempt at being gentle, pounding into her tight body again and again.

“Ja, Ja, Ja," she screamed. Even I understood that and sped up my assault, driving deep into her till my stomach was hitting her back, her screams reached a crescendo, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as her entire body twitched and spasmed in orgasm again. This pushed me over the edge, and I called out as I came deep inside her, finally collapsing my weight onto her back.

I rolled off her and lay gasping next to her on the bed. She moved to lie with her head on my shoulder and placed her arm across my stomach. She kissed me and said, “Good.”

I was not sure if this was a statement or a question, so I simply kissed her back and said, “Oh, yes. Good, very good.”

A little later, we met Ant and Emma and went out for a very pleasant evening. And then said our goodbyes as we headed to meet the rest of the band to start the long journey home.

On the way, I tried to process the encounter with this straightforward, uncomplicated little Dutch girl who had appeared in my life for such a brief time.

Emma and Ant actually dated for about six months after the encounter, and both girls would visit Sheffield a few months later, and we spent a pleasant evening chatting in a bar, but by then, I had met the girl I would eventually marry.

Ava kissed me on the cheek and said she hoped I would be happy as we parted, and I never saw her again.

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