The air was filled with noise and smoke, 10,000 feet stomping into the mud, cheers and shouts deafened by the sound of drums and guitars, the atmosphere at the festival was intoxicating, a seperate world free from conventional troubles and woes, all that mattered was the music and the search for good feelings. People were abound with drinks and smoke, no one cared what each other was doing, too fixated on the pounding music, the lights, and their own primal urges.
A sea of people formed a crowd against the stage, leaving barely enough room to stand, the roar of the crowd singing along to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers was overwhelming but that’s when the trance was broken for him. He felt his face hit with a long wisp of hair, the girl just infront of him, jumping and dancing, her blonde hair covered in colours and ribbons, an eye catching display, it danced with her every move. She wore a tight top held up with faith alone, he looked down and saw her legs wrapped in fishnets, ending with a short skirt that spun and rose up with every jump.
The music, the crowd, it all faded away, this girl had captivated him, stole him away from everything else, she spun and suddenly they faced each other, her blue eyes were piercing, bordered with smudged mascara and liner, but nothing but joy filled her face, a permanent smile encased in thin worn out lipstick, this festival has been raging for two days, she was real, unaltered, and true. She looked him up and down and as quickly as she had revealed herself she spun back around with her bottom lip between her teeth.
She continued dancing, but her mind wandered elsewhere, she wished that she had spent more time burning him into her mind before she turned around. He was tall, and strong, he had short tousled hair and a tidy beard hugged his defined jawline. He had a tight white tee on that showed off his arms and his chest was a wall of muscle, his abs defined by shadows. He had a pair of loose shorts on, the outline of himself made itself clear as he moved. She was very curious what was hidden underneath the fabric.
Suddenly the crowd surged as a new song began to play and she backed into him, her soft body pressed with his, she could feel his chest rising and receding against her back, and the faint pressure of his crotch pushing into her. He didn’t pull away, but met her with resistance. She continued dancing and swaying, her skirt lifting and bouncing as she moved.
He looked around, nervous that they were a spectacle. But no one was watching, either through blind ignorance or acceptance everyone seemed unaware and was focused on the show, he looked down to see her bend her knees and drag her ass up from his thighs and past his groin, his increasingly erect cock draped across her as she grinded against it, rubbing up and down. His hard body against the softness of hers.
She put her head back and looked at him, he was red cheeked and nervous, a small smile crept on his face. This drove her wild, she loved the power and control, the fact that he was at her mercy, driven by pleasure and shock. She could feel how swollen he was, the weight of it led against her, she lifted her skirt and set it down over the bulge, all that stood between them was some fishnets and an ever stressed pair of shorts.
He felt drunk, his mind heavy and his vision tunneled on her, his hands couldn’t help but wander, his fingers traced up her stomach and he could feel her react to his touch, even though he couldn’t hear her, he felt a moan leave her body. He put his hands up and groped her breasts, the weight of then shifting as he played with them. They filled his hands perfectly and looked incredible as he squeezed them.
He was throbbing and could feel wet with the tip of his cock, she had soaked him through, her body eager to take him. For the first time they exchanged words; “come with me” he said.
They pushed through the crowd, giddy with excitement and anticipation and eventually broke free, the crowd became more settled but still rife with people queuing for food and drink, they hurried together, she was huddled close to his chest, his hand cupping her bottom as they walked.
They arrived at the campsite, a swathe of tents stretched out across the field of varying sizes and colours. Groups of people sat in circles trading stories and jokes, eating food, and passing around drinks. The dull noises of all of the bands could be heard in the background. They hurried towards a tent in the middle of the site, he opened the zip and they went inside.
It was a small space, containing a sleeping bag and a few blankets, it was comfortable and out of sight, perfect for their needs, she pounced on him and made him lay on his back, she straddled him and began rubbing his cock through his shorts with her hands, he lifted his waist and she pulled them down, she was met with his long soft cock led against his thigh.
She took it in both hands, one hand gripped at the base to steady it as the other massaged and stroked the tip, she lent over and spat on her hand, giving herself enough lubrication to dance and glide her fingers over his growing head, she could feel him stiffen and push her grip apart as it rose and throbbed at her touch.
The light shining through the canvas painted her in a blue hued light, her smile gleaming as she worked her hands up and down, twisting and teasing him from the bottom to the very top. Her breasts heaved as they were pushed between her arms as she stroked, a soft and inviting jiggle with every movement, her nipples peering out as her top falls to her waist. He let out a long and deep moan as one of his hands travelled up her chest and began to play.
Her nipples were hard and sensitive and she squealed as he gently pinched and rolled his fingers, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth and began to suck on his fingers, he could feel the vibrations of her moans travel into his hand. She stood and removed her skirt, her fish nets covered next to nothing giving free access between her thighs, she placed a hand on his hard abs and squatted over him, with the other hand she guided him to her and slowly bent her knees and began to sit down on his cock.
He could feel how tight she was as he disappeared inside of her, he loved the fact that she was using him, he knew he belonged to her. She was fucking him, not the other way around, about this he had no doubt in his mind. Her hands pushed into his chest, fingers digging into his muscles, her hair had fallen and was tickling his face, his eyes locked with hers as the sensation of her riding him took over.
They were trying to be quiet, a thin layer of fabric seperated them from all the people outside, hands were placed over mouths to stifle moans and lips were bit but no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t stop the sound of skin hitting skin.
She relaxed her legs and stretched them out and placed her hands on the floor behind her, he remained deep inside of her. She began to gyrate her hips, rocking them backwards and forwards, side to side. Stroking him with her soaking wet pussy. Her fingers played with her clit rubbing in gentle circles, she was getting closer. His hands took her by the waist and he started to push into her as she mirrored the movement, driving him deep inside of her, her hand quickened on her clit, her back arched and her mouth laid open to the sky as her eyes rolled into her head, her body shaking and writhing, her hands running up and down her skin.
She was quivering and tightening around him as she lost control, a loud set of moans was screamed from her as she began to cum, a flood of cream and wet ran down his cock as she continued to fuck him, his hands wrapped up in her fishnets pulling and tearing them as he drove her closer.
Her breathing was deep and her skin glistened with sweat, she led down between his legs and started to lick all of the wet off of the base of his shaft. She loved the taste of herself on him, her tongue swirled and graced it’s way up and met with the head, she took him in her mouth and sucked, caressing him with her warm tongue and gentle mouth, she pushed her head down and felt her throat fill with his pulsing meat, his hand gained purchase in her hair, he guided her to a rhythm.
Spit ran down over her face and his cock as she work her head up and down, her left hand cradling his tight swollen balls, her right hand entwined with one of his. Breathing became less of a priority as she engulfed him, she could feel him writhe and his legs kick, his moans escalating as his toes curled. His balls tightened in her hand and she felt him pumping into her throat, a warm sensation overtook her as she was filled with cum, she drew back and took a long awaited breath. Her mouth overflowing with cum and spit.
It tasted delicious and she was addicted to it, using her fingers she cleaned every last drop from her chin and chest and went back to cleaning his cock. He struggled with every lick and kiss she gave him. She didn’t miss a single drop. Satisfied, they laid together, wrapped around each other. The festival raged onwards as they basked in their bliss.