By midday, the sun’s rays were warm, but the gentle crispness of the air reminded you it was still spring. The first thing you notice here, at Melody Park, are the towering, almost mystical oak trees. The attendants collecting cash for parking and directing traffic are wearing tie dye, dreadlocked, and greet you with a smile and a warm, “welcome home.” I have to remind myself to let go of my tension of my high stress life, and submit to this magical, welcoming place. With a deep breath, I park my car, gather my gear, and walk through the gates, where I’m now under the canopy of oaks.
Along with my group of friends, we scout a prime spot to pitch our tents, and assemble our hang out spot for the weekend. This is my first time at the Renewal music fest since my separation. My friends know that I may need some time to wander on my own this weekend, which is already beginning to feel liberating. Once we are all set up and settled, we sit under our group canopy, passing around a couple joints, and sharing our anticipations for the festival. The little amount of sun that crept through the oak trees is disappearing, and the night of music, dancing, and releasing tension is about to begin.
My friend Joe and I set off early to catch a band on a side stage. After reaching the open field of grass, we notice a frisbee flying nearby. It was then that I first laid eyes on her. She was striking, and I initially couldn’t figure out why. As we walked closer, I began to notice her long, wavy black hair. She had a hint of freckles across her face, but she also had olive, almost tan skin. Then her eyes. Her eyes were a striking hue, somewhere between green and hazel. She had an ease about the way she moved. Her features were sharp, but her face had a softness to it. She wore a flowing white shawl, black tank top and loose-fitting yoga pants. While it was not blatant, it was clear that she had a petite, yet curvy body. I awoke from my haze, and her group of friends asked Joe and I if we’d like to join. Never ones to turn down a frisbee session, we obliged and made small talk with our new friends.
After tossing the frisbee, we met up for introductions and pleasantries. She introduced herself as Jess. We all were looking forward to the headliner, and parted ways. Joe and I saw the local band on the side stage, but I was quite distracted with thoughts of the green-hazel eyed goddess.
Now night had fallen, the lights were flashing, and the air was cloudy with smoke. My eyes soon fell on her, she was grooving to the music in a rhythmic and erotic way. Between the couple drinks, joints and a bit of molly, I gathered the courage to make my way to her. We locked eyes and she smiled gently before we resumed grooving to the music next to each other. We gravitated closer to each other as the music played, and soon we were moving as one. I could feel her firm yet soft curves as we moved together, and I’m sure she could feel my appreciation for her through my shorts. We continued to feel each other’s bodies for the rest of the show. Her rhythm, flexibility, and sensual touch made it clear that she was an incredible lover.
The final act finished, and the crowd began to scatter. Jess and I decided to walk the grounds for a while, and see what people were up to. We walked up to a circle of people fire dancing, and we decided to sit in the grass and watch for a while. She sat between my legs, leaned her head back, and we watch the fire sticks spin and twirl. I don’t know if it was her or the molly I dropped earlier, but her skin was so soft, I couldn’t stop touching her. I reached into my pocket and lit a joint. We sat there watching, smoking, grazing our finger tips over each other’s bodies. Our hands began coming closer and closer to the others pleasure places, and both of our breathing quickened. Without words, we stood and she lead me back to her tent.
She had a small tent on the outer circle of her group’s site. We climbed in and began making out right away. The tent had mesh walls on all sides, meaning there was a fresh, cool breeze coming in, also meaning that were one to look, they would surely get a free show. I laid her on her back and moved to her neck. My free hand explored her body over her clothes, then I started circling her inner thighs and lower belly. She started moaning softly.
We could hear the chatter and drumming outside, but it was all background noise to the intensity inside the tent. Her hands went down my back, to my ass, and back up again. She pulled me in and breathed softly in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.” I looked her in the eyes, and without a word, I lowered myself to her round, soft tits. In a swift motion, she whipped her top off and I circled her nipples with my tongue. She moaned some more. My hand made tighter circles and I was grazing her pussy lips now, and I could feel her arousal on my fingertips. My mouth stayed the course, lowering to her belly, then her waist. I slipped off her pants, and briefly took in her perfect figure. Diving into her pussy, she groaned loudly. I first made soft, gentle circles with my tongue around her labia. Then I snuck in to her clit, flipping it with my tongue. She was all out aroused at this point, her body begging for more. Her clit received lots of attention – sucking, nibbling, circling. Her breathing quickened, I knew she was coming. I slipped my thumb below her pussy, and pressed on her asshole. She couldn’t take much more. I licked and sucked her clit, and rubbed her asshole while she shuddered over and over again, moaning and groaning louder than ever. Her breathing slowed and we paused.
Swiftly, she flipped me around and mounted me. She ripped my clothes off and went straight to my nipples, nibbling and biting. Her hand found my pulsing cock and she tugged and pulled. She lowers herself down to my hips, licked along my waistline, and swallowed my cock whole. Up and down, up and down, she moaned. Then she pulled off, and ran her tongue along the side of my package, and she licked and teased my balls. She read my body’s yearning, and moved lower to my taint, where she licked and nibbled. She rose to wrap her lips around my cock again, then looked up and said, “fuck me.”
I spun her back around, and mounted her assertively. I spread her legs, glided my shaft along her clit a few times, then slowly entered her tight, trimmed pussy. She gasped and moaned, begging for more. I sped my rhythm, and lowered my hands below her ass to lift a little. As I hoped, the angles gave access to her g-spot and she let out a scream of pleasure. I pumped harder now, taping her spot over and over. And over and over. She screamed louder and louder, the people outside must have heard. Our pace quickened, and I started rubbing her clit while pounding her g-spot. Within a minute, she came, and sprayed me with her pleasure juices.
After catching her breath, she commented how I hadn’t come yet. “Do you want to fuck me from behind?” Before she could finish asking, I grabbed and flipped her hips, and quickly found her opening. I spread her again and pounded hard. Her shape was perfect. Small hips, thick ass, and she knew how to work it. I could feel my nut slipping, and without thinking, I again circled her asshole with my finger, and that was all I could take. I exploded inside of her, my streams of cum filing her.
We laid back, naked, exhausted, and reality returned. We heard the people right outside, and felt the cool air on our naked, sweaty bodies. We looked at each other, then gazed at the stars through the mesh top while drifting to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ezt39g/i_met_a_goddess_at_a_music_festival_part_i_mf
This woman is a goddess