Return to Coachella [FM]

So, without talking about it much Tom and I decided to continue with our Coachella weekend much to the annoyance of my current boyfriend who wanted to go with me but couldn’t get tickets. So, the weekend came and my bf was getting annoyed and decided “we needed to take a break” because he read the first Coachella story I posted when we first met. I assured him we were with a big group.

Anyways, he got mad, and I went and bought some fun outfits. While I was shopping, Tom sent me a text and said he had a crazy idea. He wrote out that he wanted to make a deal where I buy his clothes, and he buys mine, and neither of us are allowed to pack, we pack each others stuff. We’d joked and played with the idea a bit, but never went full in. So I said, Fuck it, and agreed.

I was already at the mall so I headed to a few different shops with the full intention of embarrassing the shit out of him. I got some super tiny 80s style running shorts and a tank top with pink tacos on it – which I think he’d secretly like cause people will ask about it. I also got him these ridiculous lip shaped sunglasses.

The deal was we each pack a backpack, no peeking until we get there, and we had to change out of what we were wearing the second the tent was set up and not get back into those clothes. I knew right at that moment he was probably buying the skimpiest stuff ever, and I’d rather rock that and fit in than wear something ridiculous like I was getting for him.

I picked up a few more pieces and purposefully didn’t buy him any underwear, knowing he’d do the same to me. I was nice enough to get him socks to go along with the ridiculous light grey boating shoes I found for him at this preppy store that looked like something a congressman’s kid would wear to a house party. I packed it all into a sparkly Disney Princess backpack from Target.

He was silly enough that I knew he’d kind of like this stuff, so I was banging my head against a wall trying to figure out what I could do, but I never came up with anything. I was mostly hoping I didn’t open an empty backpack – even though I said we couldn’t do that.

Fast forward a couple days and we were driving to Indio and we each put our bags in a box so we couldn’t peek. We got through the gates really fast, they waved us right through after just checking for some tent stakes and opening the boxes. We both had a bunch of molly and pot edibles crammed uncomfortably in our crotches so the faster the better.

We got our tent setup super fast, it was a different one from last year, this one was a bit bigger and seemed a lot easier to setup, it was also highlighter green, which was weird but fun, it would be easy to find, and that was his reasoning.

So, we got everything setup, and I threw his backpack in the tent and sat on a chair we had and told him it was time to get changed. He laughed and dove right in. He emerged a few seconds later rocking his yellow shorts that were so small I could see the outline of his balls and maybe part of one, and a tank top so tight it was probably a bit painful, and he was in a great mood and enjoying it.

He tossed the brown grocery bag into the tent and said it was my turn with a smile. I crawled into the tent and dumped the bag out on the ground, the entire contents would’ve fit in one hand they were all so sheer and tiny. He went as expected haha.

I’m fairly small, about 5’3 and 110lbs, so I pretty much wear a small in anything.

I dug through the pile of see through bikinis and found a flesh colored leotard that wasn’t totally see through but looked pretty small. He didn’t pack me any shoes or real panties, so I was happy I brought a whole bag of stuff for myself.

I slipped into the size-to-small leotard that had Rock Slut written on it on the chest apparently, and then paired it with a cute pair of boots I brought and these thin thigh high socks I brought too. All in all, pretty cute even if my butt was hanging out and I had the word Slut bedazzled on my chest and my nipples could totally be seen through the material.

We sat on chairs and outside the tent and watched all the hipsters and party people wander around and dosed while waiting for the doors to open. About an hour later we were feeling amazing and went inside and spent hours dancing like crazy and sipping water out of the weird water machines.

The unicorn things and the activity places were awesome, and we danced our brains out so hard it was nuts. I got way too many comments on my ridiculous outfit, as did Tom. We ran into a couple that remembered us from last year, they said they were camping near us and we were the cutest couple ever. A lot of people were dressed crazy so we didn’t even stand out. I felt a little self conscious with a whole camel toe going on and my whole ass on display – the couple pimples and all just right out there. But no one cared and it was fun.

Radiohead is awesome, but we decided to dip out early and get back to the grounds to hangout and dose more. So we made our way out early, met no crowd resistance, and got back to our tent pretty quick. A lot of people were already back in the camp site hanging out and drinking and smoking. We locked down this pretty cool spot in the really far corner of the site that was close to some toilets and away from the main road.

We had some pretty close neighbors. Right next to us was a group of older guys, like early 30s, and across from them were two couples, and then some gathering of hippies took up in a tentless spot next to them. They were all high as hell and just sitting around talking. We made some small talk and chatted a bit, Tom introduced me as his special lady friend a few times which was funny.

I was having a hard time talking to people because I’d taken like way too much molly and was getting in my own head, so I left in a slick way that probably was just me falling over and running away and went back to the tent.

Inside I’d laid down on my back on the pile of sleeping bags and was sipping water. Tom came in and his eyes were wide and he said, wow it’s hot in here, and he unzipped these flaps that let in the best breeze that ever existed.

“Did you have fun?” He asked, but I had a bit of a hard time responding. He laughed.

I settled on a head nod. The breeze was setting every inch of my skin on electric fire and felt amazing. Tom moved around and sat behind me and started massaging my scalp, then my cheeks, and then my shoulders. I didn’t realize how tense I was.

Even though we were really far away, the music was really clear, it sounded like The XX playing.

“You are grinding your teeth a lot,” he said rubbing my jaws.

I looked up and my head was in his lap, he’d taken his shirt off at some point and the breeze felt amazing. My elbows were on his knees, and our skin was sweaty together. I ran my hand down my tummy, and the leotard was soaked through with sweat and was uncomfortably tight. I looked up and he was staring at the lights playing on the ceiling from a flashlight nearby, and so I unbuttoned the crotch of my leotard and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nice,” he said, and I looked back up and he was staring down at me. I ignored him because the massage on my neck felt amazing.

I was kind of not sure what the feeling was before, but when he shifted a bit, I realized his hard cock was pushing through the tiny shorts and was against the back of my head. I was suddenly nostalgic for it and remembered last year well. He seemed to get a bit embarrassed and shifted his crotch a bit, but wound up just having his cock burst out of the bottom of the tiny shorts and smack me on the cheek.

“Smooth,” I said smiling up at him.

“Sorry not sorry,” he said smugly with his rock hard cock sitting against my cheek.

I was enjoying the massage so much I didn’t object at all, and he didn’t seem to care.

“Sit up, I’ll do your back,” he said.

When I sat up, the pressure holding the bottom of my leotard launched free and it shot up my belly and I was suddenly very nude from the chest down. Tom laughed about it a sec, and then started massaging my shoulders and neck which was orgasmic.

The way I was sitting I could feel his cock pressing against my lower back, and didn’t care at all. He was rubbing hard and it was insanely amazing. Outside, we could hear tons of people laughing and listening to music from tiny bluetooth speakers.

“How’s your boyfriend?” he asked with a small laugh.

“Stop,” I told him.

He stopped rubbing my shoulders, “not that, jerk!”

He started again, and for a millisecond I felt conflicted about being so wet and just feeling my clit swelling from the combination of molly and full attention on my body.

“Do you want me to use lotion?”

I looked over at my bag which had some great lotion in it, but realized I’d have to take the leotard off. He just stared at me waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” I said, and I pulled the leotard off over my head and laid flat on the tent floor.

I closed my eyes and saw stars a bit as he straddled me, his hard cock pressing into my lower back, and rubbed lotion hard into my shoulders. I was totally naked except for my thigh high socks and unlaced boots. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny running shorts that his cock and balls have totally fallen out of and were grinding against my lower back.

I was so wet I could feel myself throbbing and dripping. My clit was so swollen it felt like it was sticking a foot out of me. Two days ago I’d gotten completely waxed, so I felt like every blow of the breeze was making me tingle.

“Are you ok? You just got all tense,” he said.

“Let me roll over,” I said and he slid off of my back and sat next to me. “I …,” I didn’t know what to say and laid next to him on my back. He was running his finger across my sweaty stomach.

“When did you get like legit abs?” he asked.

I smacked his hand, “stop,” I was so horny I could barely think straight and he knew it.

“Okay,” I said, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit over there,” I pointed to the far side of the tent, “and you’re going to watch me masturbate, you can play with yourself too if you want,” he was already holding his cock, “but we’re not going to fuck.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, smiling.

“Stooooop,” I said.

“Oh, you’re serious,” he said.

“Just shut up and watch me,” I backed away a bit and started gliding my fingers over my clit, which instantly throbbed hard and made me shock a little. I closed my eyes as he had started touching himself and I was focusing on how I felt.

I opened my eyes back up and he was just staring at me.

“Okay, come here, just kiss me a little and don’t say anything,” he was instantly beside me kissing my neck and I went from unsure to making a mess on the blanket.

He took my head in his hands and we were making out heavily with his hands wandering over my body. Every part of my body wanted him inside of me and he knew it, I could tell by his hungry gaze.

I shoved him back and he slid back a bit startled, at some point he’d taken his shorts off and I felt weird I was still wearing thigh highs and boots. He scrambled back a bit but was smiling now. His cock stood straight up at attention, waiting for me.

I pushed down on his torso with both hands and took the tip of his cock into my mouth and he let out a long, relieved breath. The precum was totally coating his cock and tasted amazing. I began stroking him with my right hand, and he leaned back and moaned, “Fuuuck.”

I took the length of his cock in my mouth and alternated between long slow, deep licks and slow strokes of his shaft and he was arching his back and rolling his eyes and not being quiet at all. I pushed two fingers between my legs and was happy I wasn’t wearing panties cause they’d have been ruined.

Tom pushed up and grabbed my face, kissing me deeply, and moved his body to suddenly be on top of me. I found myself on my back, with him gliding his cock inside of me. It filled me so suddenly and instantly that it felt like it was always supposed to be there and I’d been missing it. After a few minutes of hard thrusting he covered my mouth, and told me to stop yelling, and I realized I didn’t know I was, he had his thumb hooked in my mouth, and it tasted like my pussy.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and intensely stared into my eyes, and said, “Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes,” I said as my entire body went limp. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard, I grabbed his firm ass hard with both hands and pulled him harder against me. I said yes again, and was kind of sobbing a little because it was so intense.

We made unflinching eye contact as he moaned loudly and started to cum inside of me, I wrapped my legs around him and kept my eyes locked on his and almost screamed as I came and left deep scratches in his back.” He collapsed on top of me.

“Fuck you,” I whispered, “I seriously hate you.”

He laughed and we laid side by side. I fell asleep almost immediately.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66rorh/return_to_coachella_fm

12 comments on “Return to Coachella [FM]

  1. That was a great review of your experience of Coachella with some sex at the end. +1

  2. Amazing story. I always wonder what it’d be like to hookup with some chick at coachella.

  3. I think that qualifies as hi-jinks. So you only hook up with Tom at Coachella? Like you fucked the hell out of each other for a weekend and then it was “see ya next year.”

    Edit: Where are the sorority girls?

  4. > Radiohead is awesome, but we decided to dip out early

    What the fuck who would do that, story is fake as shit

  5. This entire thing is cringy. The bouncing back and forth between consent and drug fueled sex is just not enjoyable.

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