[F]estival Slut Backseat Blowjob [oral] Part 1

They said that having your first real date being a weekend-long music festival seemed like a bit of a risky idea. Sure, we’d known each other for years, but spending a weekend away together as our first romantic gesture was a bit of a relationship tester. But, I was up for it. A weekend away in the woods with someone I was feeling very chemically charged for seemed like the biggest thrill. Together but alone in a crowd, feeling the rhythms of music, humid June nights in a little tent, and an adventure on the road was enough to make my heart squeal with delight. We purchased the tickets hastily and made plans to meet that morning.

K picked me up in a packed station wagon. I had just my yellow satchel with a few scant clothing items and a bar of sandalwood soap. We stopped in Kentucky; he bought me a disposable camera and a carton of Camels. It took us 14 hours but we finally arrived at our destination in the middle of the night. There was a long line of cars in the dust under a golden moon. K pulled over. “Well, we’re not going anywhere for awhile,” he said as we approached the line of traffic waiting to get into the farm where the festival was being held. It was a long drive and the thought of setting up camp seemed comforting. No one liked the idea of spending all night sitting in traffic as the ticket takers checked people in.

“Awhile,” I said as I looked out the window. “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock for awhile. Would you mind pulling over?” He looked entirely shocked. Likely not ready for me to pounce him as soon as we walked in the gate. I smiled and laughed but he knew I was serious. Quickly, he turned the wheel, veered onto the shoulder of the country road, and shifted the car into park. I leaned over the stick shift and brushed my lips against his. Then harder, I pressed my mouth on his and swept my tongue across his lower lip. I felt my warm breath enter his mouth and shifted my hand to his hardening cock. Under his jeans, I felt the strength behind his cock and longed to have it in me.

I tasted his neck and his shoulder. His hand drifted over my breast. I rolled my shoulder toward him and thrust my breast into him, drawing in the smell of the summer night. The lingering dusty exhaust mingled with cigarette smoke from passing cars to create a heady, intoxicating musk. Headlights continued to roll past us as we made out just feet off the road. Crickets creaked outside the rolled down windows. I ran my fingers down his hard cock once more and reached down and unzipped his fly, revealing a hard and impressive cock at full attention.

I ran my tongue down the shaft while reaching a hand in to cup his balls. His dick didn’t need to be any harder, he was caught off guard and at full mast, ready to be sucked deep and hard. I cupped my lips around the tip, feeling the ridges around his the head of his thick, hard cock. My mouth watered at the thought of him thrusting his full girth into my hungry pussy. I ran my tongue down the side of his cock, and then back up again, and then plunged it into my mouth.

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End Part 1 . . . First time writing, what do you think? Something worth finishing?

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