Rose approached the tent that was decorated very out of the ordinary for the desert in July– it had pine logs holding up the tent, various taxidermy and fuzzy knitted throws adorning thrift store sofas. There was a bar separating the lounge and the dance floor area. It was more eclectic mountain cabin than a desert camping tent, but charming. Everyone turned around to welcome Emily and Rose.
“Welcome home, Em!” They cheered.
She laughed.
“Guys, meet Rose! Rose, meet the guys!” she said.
A group of scantily clad festival goers cheered.
“Hey, Baby!”
Rose turned to scan the crowd. No one called her that but her boyfriend.
Yes, it was John!
John came up to Rose and kissed her suddenly and hard that she leaned into him. She wanted more kisses but realized all eyes were on her.
The group cheered again.
“Are you all done with your reporting assignment now baby?” John asked.
Rose pulled away from their kiss and laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yes, all done and ready to dance!” she smiled. Rose tasted whiskey on John and she saw the bar filled with nearly empty liquor bottles. Jesus, everyone here must be wasted already!
John always got a little more handsy when he was drinking but Rose liked it. His hands explored her body and Rose enjoyed the little PDA. Rose began to feel more desire building in her. John and Rose were still in an embrace when a petite woman with blue hair, matching blue bra, pulled Rose’s hand toward the bar.
“We’re going to do a shotski!” The blue-haired woman cheered. She was wearing mardi gras beads, and a long blue skirt. She had a petite and svelte figure and porcelain skin.
“Oh, ok!” Rose said as she was pulled around the pine log table adorned with liquor bottles at various level of empty. Emily and three other friends surrounded Rose and the blue-hair lady when Rose dared to ask, “what is a shotski?”
A curvy woman dressed like a spider pulled a ski, a literal snow ski, from the bottom shelf and presented it on the bartop. It had adorned 6 shot cups on top of the ski. A man in a construction vest and skinny jeans, starting pouring fireball whiskey.
Oh I’m doomed. Thought Rose. Her last experience with fireball had not been pleasant.
They all held the ski as the group cheered, One, Two,
John held Rose’s eye contact and winked.
Damn peer pressure, she couldn’t say no tonight.
Three,
And the liquor melted down Rose’s throat and burned her belly.
The shotski folks all high-fived each other and Rose asked the woman in blue, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Kit, nice to meet you!” She smiled. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Oh, thank you, you’re very kind. I’m Rose.” she said and blushed. It always sparked something inside her when a younger woman complimented her.
“Do you know Emily, uh, from school?” Rose asked her.
“Yeah, we went to high school together but that was a few years ago.” she said.
“How many years?” Rose inquired.
Kit squinted her eyes, “Oh, 4 years!”
“Oh god you’re so young!” Rose exclaimed.
“Well you look my same age, girl!” Kit said. “You need a costume! Do you like dressing up?” Kit said as she shook her hips.
“Yeah, sure, I was just working earlier.” Rose said as she looked down at her tank top and yoga pants.
Kit walked behind one of the thrift store sofas and presented a grocery bag with various fabrics and wigs. Kit pulled out a short blonde wig and a green tutu.
“Here you go my lady” Kit said and curtseyed.
She’s too cute, thought Rose as Kit beamed a new smile.
“Tonight you shall be BriarRose” Kit said and christened the new persona with a strand of mardi gras beads. “Ready to shake your ass on the dance floor?” she asked.
Rose slipped the wig on and felt transformed. She pulled the tutu on and twirled around.
“You’re so cute!” Kit said.
“Oh, gosh, thank you.” Rose said, blushing. There was that feeling again, the spark, the butterfly in her stomach.
“Oh, I met your boyfriend earlier!” Kit said. “The one with sexy blue eyes.”
“Yes, that’s my John.” Rose said. “Oh and I definitely agree, he is sexy!”
John came over.
“I get the sense you’re talking about me?” he said.
“Oh, you know, just talking about how sexy you are.” Rose said and kissed him passionately. Liquor always made her more bold. “But you know, Kit, his blue eyes aren’t his best quality.” Rose said flirting a little.
“Oh, what’s that?” Kit prodded.
“His cock!” Rose said and they all laughed.
“You guys are fun.” Kit said and touched Rose’s arm. The two women locked eye contact.
“Let’s get naughty on the dance floor,” Kit said and pulled Rose’s arm further into the crowd.
Oh god, yes. Rose thought and allowed herself to melt into possibility.
The alcohol was now warming Rose and as she moved her body, pleasure swirled within her. Rose jumped up and down, flashes of the crowd like snapshots of color moving with the beats. Rose was lost in the music.
The other festival goers were lost in the music too, and this wasn’t even the main stage yet! Bodies were in various stages of undress: shirtless men, topless women and bouncing breasts, costumes, unicorns, mermaids, spiders and mardi gras beads. It was a more eclectic group than a Halloween dance floor.
“Oh my god, this is my favorite song!” Kit bounced. She held Rose’s hands in hers and they danced together. Rose desired more, the movement and the dancing and the energy of the crowd was intoxicating and Rose had only one shot of alcohol. She wanted to extend this moment.
Kit moved beautifully, her waist undulating with the music. Her youthful body was so bright and neat in the strobe lights. Her beads swayed across her blue bra. She shimmied her petite breasts, twirled, and winked at Rose.
John wasn’t much of a dancer but he appeared behind Rose, grasping her with his strong hands. She felt his hands on her hips and pressed back into him. The crowd must have grown to twice the size. Time felt elusive as Rose and John grinded into each other as the music swelled. Rose turned back around and touched Kit’s shoulders. She traced fingers down Kit’s arms. Kit danced into Rose and pressed her body. Kit’s skin was sweaty, dewy, and hot.
Something was igniting within Rose, something that had not been awakened in years.
“Isn’t this electrifying?!” Kit screamed above the music.
“Yes”
All of it. The lights, the movement, dancing, grinding into her strong sexy man but flirting with the touch of a petite and feminine lady. Rose felt a surge of feminine sensual energy as she lightly touched Kit’s shoulders and then as John touched her body, a surge of masculine rough, raw energy.
Rose savored the moments and relished being totally lost in her body. She liked John’s body pressing into hers and she wanted so much more to press into Kit’s petite feminine body. She felt an intensification of energy and a confidence to ask for what she wanted.
“John, I need you to fuck me, like now.”
He looked at her, making sure he heard her right. It was not often that Rose asked for that.
“What, Baby?” he asked.
She grabbed his crotch and he knew.
They navigated off the dance floor and began discovering their bodies like they barely met. They found one of the thrift store sofas in the corner and their lips met, hands eliciting desire deep within their bodies. The raw passion, urge, was too much, and the ache in Rose’s pussy grew stronger. She needed him, badly. She was already wet and she knew how a spontaneous quickie would turn on John.
“Lets fuck here.” she said.
“In the open?” he asked incredulously.
“No one is watching.” she said playfully, but a desire deep within her wanted someone to watch. The idea of being so brazen was unlike her straight laced personality. She wanted her sex out there, in the open. Rose was going to seize the moment with this newfound confidence that grew inside.
“I can tell you’re hard already” she said and started unbuttoning his jeans. She stood up, took one more glance around the room. The bar was empty, the rest of the sofa and chairs had clothes strewn about but the entire group was dancing and grinding on the dance floor beyond the bar. If they lay on the sofa their transgression would be hidden by the bar. The only chance of being caught was, well, if someone came over to the bar, or if a passerby the entrance to the tent happened to peak in at the exact right angle.
Oh, but the possibility of being caught!
In one swift movement, Rose removed her yoga leggins and panties, but left the tutu on. She maneuvered over John and removed his jeans to his ankles. He was already stiff and ready. She lowered herself.
John felt firm, hard. Yes, this was the longing Rose felt.
Rush of energy and blood, testosterone surge. Fuck, need, need it fast, hard, fast, hard. As Rose moved up and down his shaft the rawness, the need built up inside of her. Oh god she was actually fucking her man out in the open like this. Rose felt a surge of energy as she dared to take charge completely. John was under her spell of confidence. She closed her eyes and let euphoria take over. Her movements were instinctual, as John held tightly to her hips she felt an urge for him to be even deeper.
The music built intensity and the crowd moved in rhythm. The dance floor lights illuminated Rose’s figure as she enveloped John inside her. She rode him hard with fever of urgency. Their sex was raw, bold, masculine. She opened her eyes and John held her hips harder, and she knew he was about done. He came, and Rose slowed her pace.
“Baby, that was amazing!” John exhaled.
Rose smiled and winked.
“You’re like a different person!” he exclaimed.
She lay on top of John, and aside from her bare ass peeking out from the tutu, no one would even suspect he just had an orgasm. She kissed his cheek, helped him button his jeans and found her leggings again.
Rose felt powerful. She held a secret, a sin she had never dared before have sex in public before. Something unleashed inside her and she was going to have all the fun tonight.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a0vt1m/burning_man_exhibitionist_voyeur_mf_public_sex
So well written.