the performance artist

the performer had an umbrella.

and the umbrella was surrounded by a transparent curtain.

she was under there and you could enter her little transparent room.

so i did.

it felt very cosy and private, even though everyone could see through.

a tall woman with a very feminine body shape in her mid 30ies.

she was naked, only some strings wrapped around her body.

she looked me in the eyes and without words she made clear what i was supposed to do.

she took my hand and gave me the umbrella to hold.

then she took my other hand and placed it on her body.

she lead my hand all over her legs, hips and belly. where ever she wanted me to touch her

she began dancing close to me, still leading my hand.

i guess, i could haved touched her more intimately, if i wanted to and if i would have taken over charge. but i decided to let her lead.

i liked the way she took control.

still everybody from the outside could see what we were doing in there.

she gave me a long kiss. just a bit of her toungue touching mine.

she ripped something off of the strings.

at first i couldn't see what it was. but i saw that it was the last one of this.

it turned out to be a photo of her asshole.

i keep it in my diary.