Thursday 26th June, 8am
Tom slowly opened his eyes to see that just two meters in front of him was his wife, stark naked as she rubbed baby wipes over every nook and cranny of her perfectly toned body. He wolf-whistled loudly which caught her attention as she was just wiping over her breasts.
"Good afternoon." Sam said sarcastically. "Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stare?" Sam quipped as she turned away from him but continued to clean herself with the wipes. Tom quickly jumped up and then playfully slapped her backside.
"Nice bum." Tom smirked. "Have a good run?"
"Yeah, let's just say that that wasn't the first wolf whistle I've heard this morning." Sam retorted and Tom chuckled as he stood behind her and smoothed his hands over her flat, firm abdomen. "There were a few drunken idiots on my route and I'm not entirely sure if they were still drunk from last night or if they've just started drinking really early this morning."
"Well, do you want to get dressed and then we can go and book a slot for the showers?" Tom suggested. "I think they do a certain time for men, then another time for women, and then a mixed time or something." He stated as he pulled a pair of jeans on over his boxers and then pulled a shirt on whilst Sam also got dressed into some skinny jeans, a plain white shirt and a dark blue hoodie.
"I definitely need a shower, even if it involves hanging my head under the drinking water tap." Sam retorted as she took out a can of dry shampoo and began spraying it into the roots of her hair to attempt to make her hair look less greasy. In reality, he hair looked fine compared to many others at the festival but it wasn't just about looks, it was about how clean Sam felt, and at the point, she felt rather unclean.
"I could organise that for you if you want." Tom quipped before he took the aerosol off of her and used it too whilst she brushed through her long, thick hair. They then put their valuable either in their pockets or out of sight before they held each other's hands and walked down to the Greenpeace field until they reached the eco-friendly showers where there was a small table outside with a volunteer sitting with several clipboards in front of her.
"Hiya. What can I do for you two? Are you booking a time for a shower?" She asked cheerily.
"Yeah, what times are there?" Tom asked curiously.
"Well you can only book showers on the day, not beforehand and unfortunately we've had quite a lot of people sign up this morning. The earliest shower available for men is the slot between 10am and 10:30am, for women, the earliest is 2:30pm-3pm and the next mixed gender is from 7pm and it's got spaces until 8pm." She explained.
"Do you want to go together?" Tom suggested quietly to his wife who was gush inspecting what she could see from the outside of the green block with no roof or flooring. "Or you can go by yourself, it's up to you." Tom stated.
"No, we'll go together."
"Alright, we'd like to come at 7pm if that's possible."
"That's fine. If you'd just like to put your names down, and then I'll give you a token each. You don't need any shower gel or shampoo, we'll provide all of that for free because it's biodegradable and we don't want chemicals getting into the water system. All you need is a towel, change of clothes and if you want to, some people wear swim wear to cover up but others go naked. It's all up to you." She explained as Tom wrote down both of their names.
"Out of curiosity, what fraction of people would you say wear swimwear?" Sam asked as she didn't want to be the odd one out.
"Well in the mixed gender sessions, I'd guess that about 90% of men wear nothing but probably about half the women wear either bikini bottoms or shorts or something."
"Okay, thank you." Tom smiled as he took the two tokens and then the couple slowly made the journey back to their tent across the fields which were almost packed because most people had arrived by then as the music started on Thursday night, but there wasn't anyone that Sam or Tom wanted to see so they were having another night in together. "So, are you gonna wear your bikini?" Tom asked curiously.
"Um... Yeah I think I will." Sam admitted eventually. "What about you?"
"Well considering I'm going to be showering with you, I don't want to risk people seeing my John Thomas in case I get too excited." Tom joked and Sam rolled her eyes at him. "Seriously though, I'm wearing my swimming trunks; I don't care if I'm the only bloke in there with them on, I'm not going in there naked."
"Y'know I said about us going out for dinner tonight because I went for a run?" Sam begun.
"Yes." Tom nodded.
"Well I know another great calorie burning exercise that'll make me feel more comfortable about eating fast food." Sam hinted as she slotted her fingers in with his as they made their way back to the tent.
"Do you now?" Tom grinned. "Are you sure you've got enough energy for it? Besides, we haven't had breakfast yet."
"Well then I'll cook you something nice afterwards." Sam stated happily.
"Alright then, deal." Tom nodded. And they got into their tent, slowly undressed each other and then made love to each other as though they had done it a million times before.
Tom was sitting on top of the sleeping bag in just his boxers checking his phone when Sam came in with two paper bowls that they would throw away after each use.
"What's this?" Tom asked curiously so his wife who was wearing just one of his shirts and a pair of underwear again - after catching her breath back, Sam had gone just outside of their tent to cook breakfast on their Trangia.
"It is a bacon, onion and potato hash thingy with a fried egg." Sam stated as she sat down besides him and handed him a bowl with a plastic knife and fork.
"Thank you." Tom smiled as he gratefully accepted the meal and began eating.
"Can we stick together when we go for a shower please?" Sam requested.
"Yeah sure. As long as I'm not surrounded by a load of women because that would be really awkward, in which case I'd probably wait outside until they leave." Tom smirked.
"Don't you dare leave me-"
"I won't!" Tom laughed at Sam's threatening tone. "I don't know why you're so worried about the showers anyway."
"I'm not worried I just... I'm not entirely comfortable with showering with other people." Sam admitted. "I'm fine with you but..."
"It's fine, I get it. Just pretend that the only people in there are you and me."
7pm
Sam and Tom entered the 'changing rooms' which was really just a few sheets of plywood to create walls for a bit of privacy with a tent like material over to create a roof, a door for people to enter the showers, and another door for people to exit the showers. But Sam was rather nervous about the fact that when they walked in, there wasn't another woman in sight, but there were about a dozen men there, all between late teens and up to their 50s which she didn't find relaxing.
"Remember what I said, it's just you and me." Tom said softly as he placed their shared bag in the corner of the changing room so that they were a little way away from the other men. "And if you don't know where to look, just look down at the floor, or at me." He said as he pulled his shirt and flip flops off so that he was in just his blue and white swimming trunks.
"I'm being a right wimp over this aren't I?" Sam said rather than asked as she slipped her flip flops of and then reluctantly took off her shorts and shirt to reveal her black strapless bandeau bikini that showed off her perfect hourglass figure.
"Pretty much, yeah." Tom smirked as he put both of their beach towels on of top of their bag for easy access when they got out of the shower. "Right, come on greaseball." Tom joked which Sam was less than amused at as they both walked through into the steamy showers. The floor was quite literally just a few wooden pallets put together and the two dozen shower heads were attached to a plywood wall with a biodegradable 3in1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash dispenser by each shower head but there were no cubicles; everything was open in the one room. There was one other person standing at the door queuing for a free shower so Sam and Tom waited behind the naked man. "You want to share one?" Tom suggested.
"Yeah, otherwise we probably won't get one next to each other." Sam nodded as Tom put his arm around Sam's shoulders whilst she faced him to at least attempt to hide some of her body.
"At least after this we'll feel nice and refreshed." Tom stated. "Then we'll be cleaned up to go and watch the sunset. I've heard there's some amazing views by the stone circle." He added as the man in front walked over to a free shower head. "Right, you wash your hair first, then wash your body and I'll cover you while you wash under your bikini, then you do the same for me yeah?"
"Um, yeah. Sounds like a plan." Sam nodded. A few minutes later, a shower became free and so they both walked over and it was a relieve as the warm, or almost hot water poured onto their skin. Tom just wet his hair and body before he stepped aside slightly and allowed Sam to lather the soap in her hair and then over her body. She discreetly washed under both parts of her bikini without revealing anything and then began to rinse the fresh smelling soap off of her.
Tom had been standing between Sam and a naked man who was under the shower next to them to cover her, when he saw Sam looking out of the corner of her eye. As Tom followed her eyeline, he noticed that she had her eye on another naked man who looked in his twenties like Sam herself, opposite them who was looking straight back at her, but not at her face. And it was because of him that he became protective of his wife and stepped in front of her and blocked the man's view. Sam gave a grateful smile before she washed her hair and body once more, but quicker than the previous time, and then stepped out of the way to let Tom use the warm water.
"Don't go and get changed yet, just stay here for me yeah? I won't be long." Tom requested as he didn't even want to think about what could happen to her in changing room of mostly men while he wasn't there - that she she wouldn't be able to fight them herself using her MMA skills but he didn't want to take the risk.
"Okay." Sam nodded as she kept her arms wrapped around her chest. After just a couple of minutes, Tom was feeling much cleaner and he put his arm around Sam after turning the shower off.
"Come on, let's go and get changed." They entered the changing room which was considerably less busy than the showers and went straight over to where their bag was in the corner. "I'll hold the towel up for you while you get changed." Tom stated as he held his large beach towel horizontally so that Sam was comfortably cornered with walls behind her and then a towel in front of her.
"Thanks." Sam smiled. "But Tom please don't drop it, or pretend to." Sam pleaded as she knew how immature and childish Tom could be at times.
"I won't, I promise." Tom said reassuringly.
9:25pm
Sam and Tom were sitting on top of a rock at the stone circle which was towards the edge of the festival site and away from the stages where artists had already begun their performances, however because it was only Thursday night, the headliners weren't performing until the next day and so it was upcoming and novice artists playing only. There were over a hundred people scattered around the circle but Sam and Tom had gotten there early and had gotten a fantastic view as they watched the sun set in the bright orange sky. Sam still had damp hair from the shower so she was wearing a jumper with the hood up to keep her warm, but both of them felt so much nicer now that they were clean.
"This is the best honeymoon I could've ever wished for." Sam said gratefully as she gently rested her head on Tom's side as he put his arm around her shoulders.
"Well, I try my best." Tom said smugly. "Anyway, the festival hasn't even started yet." He smirked.
"Mm, but there is one thing you could improve on." Sam stated.
"Let me guess... You'd like to chose more bands to play at the festival like Green Day or-"
"No, I'm fine with the music side of things - though Green Day would make it better too." Sam said sheepishly. "I meant the showers." She stated. "I think for the next shower, I'd rather go during the female time." Sam admitted.
"Yeah? Well that's fine with me if it's what you want." Tom replied. "When are we going to have our next shower here?" Tom asked. "Because a lot of people here go all weekend without a shower." He smirked.
"Yeah, I can't do that. I don't mind going a day or two without a shower but from Wednesday to Monday... I couldn't do that." Sam shuddered at the thought of how greasy her hair would get, and how dirty she would feel. "We could go on Saturday morning." Sam suggested. "Then we might be a bit smelly it the time we go gone but I can deal with two nights of no showers."
"Yep okay." Tom nodded and they sat there in silence as the sun disappeared from the horizon leaving them in darkness, but they were in top of a mound, they could see in front of them the festival where a few stages were lit up and performers were leaping around. "It's a good job I brought my torch I because I'm guessing you didn't bring the one I packed for you." Tom grinned.
"I don't need a torch, I eat my carrots." Sam joked and Tom rolled his eyes before he saw something in the distance on the site.
"Now would you fancy going a bit higher to get a view of the festival?" Tom suggested.
"What tonight?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"I don't get it, do you mean climbing a hill or something?" Sam questioned.
"No, look. There's a rock climbing wall in the Greenpeace field next to where we had our showers earlier and there're still people climbing it now; you can see the lights on the wall." Tom stated as he pointed to a 360° surround climbing wall 36ft tall with green hand and foot holds to go with Greenpeace's colour. It also had green lights coming from the floor which lit up the entire structure. "Do you want to go and give it a go?" Tom suggested.
"I thought you didn't like heights." Sam stated.
"I don't mind heights, I just don't like helicopters. There's something about being in a tiny metal tin can looking down at people who look like ants." Tom retorted.
"Yeah okay, let's go for it." Sam smiled as she got down onto the grass as did Tom and they set their way off to go to the climbing wall.
After a donation to the charity, a safety talk and equipment checks, it was Sam and Tom's turn to climb the wall with two other people (one on each of the four sides) and then abseil back down. They were wearing harnesses and helmets to keep them safe.
"Right, let's do this." Sam said eagerly.
"Wait, I think we should have a little race." Tom smirked.
"What? To the top? No, because I know I'll win." Sam grinned.
"Well then you've got nothing to lose. The last one to the top has to... Has to sort out breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow." Tom stated.
"Alright then, you're on." Sam nodded as someone rigged her up to the safety ropes and she was ready to go, as was Tom.
"Alright, on your marks, get set, go!" And with that, Sam and Tom shot up the climbing wall as fast as they could. Both of them were scrambling for the next hand grip that they could reach missing out the closest ones because they had no time to waste. And because the 360° round climbing wall had 4 paths, they couldn't see each other, only the path above them, and the festival which was soon getting smaller and smaller below them. Sam of course presumed that she had reached the top first. She got into a comfortable position with her feet on two foot rests and one hand on the wall before she reached up and rang the bell above her. "Dammit!" She heard her husband curse and she moved across slightly to see that he was just reaching the top like she was.
"I win." Sam said smugly which Tom ignored as he caught his breath back. "Wow, the view up here is great." Sam stated as she looked behind her at the dozens and dozens of lights across the festival whilst they were up in darkness with only the green lights below, shining upwards assisting them on their climb.
"Yeah, how about we change it to the first person down has to do three meals tomorrow?" Tom suggested cheekily.
"No, because I know you'll win; you're heavier and you'll abseil down quicker." Sam stated.
"Fine. But you didn't say that the three meals I do can't be something from a burger van." Tom quipped.
"Well if you do that, I'll refuse to have sex with you for the next week." Sam stated firmly as they had already had a meal prepared in a van - fish and chips - and there was no way that she could manage three greasy meals just like it without wanting to go running for miles and miles.
"Other than tomorrow, we won't be having sex for the next week anyway because you'll come on, on Saturday." Tom replied as he knew that she always started bleeding on the third day after she finished her 21 days of pills. "I'm not stupid."
"I beg to differ." Sam quipped. "Right, shall we go down now?" Sam suggested.
"Er, yeah okay." He nodded. "How do we go down again?" Tom asked as he hadn't forgotten what the instructor below them had said, but he just wanted to hear it from Sam that he was doing it right.
"Lean back in your harness, put both feet on the wall, hold on to the belay and squeeze it to go down but do it slowly." Sam explained as she got into the correct position.
"And of course you'll be doing it deadly slowly." Tom said sarcastically.
"No, but I know what I'm doing." Sam stated bluntly before she squeezed the latch on the belay device that was holding her up, and she began to slide down as she kicked off the wall, slid down a few feet and then returned to the wall and repeated the process over and over until she reached the ground. Tom had been more cautious than Sam had been so he was slightly slower but returned to the ground not long after she had her ropes taken off of her so she could walk about freely. "Enjoy it?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah."
"So you want to do it again tomorrow?" Sam questioned.
"I'll think about it." Tom smirked as someone undid his ropes and then they walked over to the side. Sam took her helmet off and her long thick hair cascaded down over her shoulders before she bent down and pulled her harness off.
"Tom!" She shrieked quietly as she turned around because he had slapped her backside - he only did it to wind her up because he knew it annoyed her.
"What? You were bending over and your arse was practically in my face!" Tom protested.
"Whatever." Sam rolled her eyes at him as he took his stuff off and then they walked out of the enclosure and onto the field. "Right, shall we go back now and have an early night? Because we're going to be out all night tomorrow."
"That's just what I was thinking." Tom nodded as he entwined her fingers with his and began to walk back to the tent. They both got into their double sleeping bag and snuggled for the night, looking forward to the next day when the festival would really begin; Friday night.
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