I’m talkative, I like using lots of detail, and take a while to get to the point. The backstory is important to understanding the sex, so I recommend it. But if you’re horny, and just want smut, skip to the ***
It was hard seeing my ex at the festival, even though I knew in advance she’d be there. For a heartbeat I considered not going. Nah, fuck it. There’s a time for moving on, and missing out on the festival I’d already payed for wouldn’t make me feel better. So here I was, drunk, horny, watching my recent ex dance in a bodysuit I had bought for her, and about to go back to my tent solo. *sad violin music*
It was my fault, I really had no excuse to be feeling the way that I was. I cheated. Once upon a time, I was 20 years old and drunk at a party, and I noticed this older fox noticing me. Her french accent melted my brain, she was tiny, with a dancer’s body, and the fact that she was 15 years older than me only made her even more tempting. Did I mention she was french? What was I supposed to do? Probably not cheat on my girlfriend. But here we are. *I wrote about this in a previous story* I’ve had years to reflect on my poor behavior, and my ex has somehow found it in her heart to forgive me. She’s a better person than I could ever hope to be. But that’s not what this story is about, moving on!
I lost my friends, and was wandering around on my own for a bit. The festival was in a cool spot, stretched across a few acres of woodland, with a few different stages. People passed weed around bonfires scattered throughout, strangers laughed and hugged and danced together, the fun drugs were readily available and plentiful. A true earthly paradise. I spotted my ex sitting alone, watching one of the fires dying out.
God, she was hot. Pixie cut, dyed violet, a slender body, and mouthwatering booty that was swallowing up the back of her bodysuit. A liberal helping of tattoos. Combat boots and fishnets. Unf. I felt a pang in my heart. We would end up not being right for each other, but at the time I had serious regrets, and couldn’t help but miss her. And being a drunk 21 year old, I had levels of courage (stupidity) that I struggle to muster as a slightly older, and slightly wiser adult who does his own taxes every year.
“Hey, Anja,” I said, announcing my presence. She half turned and squinted at me in the darkness.
“Oh, hey. I thought that was you earlier,” she replied. It occured to me then that I had no idea what kind of reaction to expect from her, but she didn’t tell me to fuck off. Encouraging. It had been some time since we had split. Not a lot, but enough that she had found a new guy, and they seemed happy in their many facebook photos. He had long hair. he wore flowers in it. He played guitar, and sang. He did yoga. He was vegan. He was perfect. I hated him so much that I wanted to vomit. *sad violin music*
I facebook stalked my ex. I’m not proud. Don’t act like you haven’t been there.
“Do you mind if I sit?” I said, indicating the six inches of tree stump not occupied by her distracting derrière. She scooted a bit, enough for me to fit a single butt cheek. I took it. Shoulder contact was unavoidable, and she didn’t pull away. We chatted, catching up. Conversation flowed more easily than, I think, either of us expected. She laughed at my stupid jokes, and I laughed in relief. For a moment, I was reminded of the good times we had. And I finally asked the question that I was dreading, and dying, to have answered.
“So, where’s Jake?” I asked. Golden haired hippie, may he burn in vegan hell.
“He couldn’t make it, didn’t have enough money for tickets,” she replied. My poker face was on point that night.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I wasn’t. “How are things with you guys?”
She looked into the fire for a moment. “He’s really good to me. He’s sweet.”
“But?”
She turned and looked at me, “But what?”
“Nothing, it just sounded like there was a but coming.”
“But nothing. He’s sweet.”
“For sure.”
We both stared at the fire. The other festival hippies were starting to thin out as people turned in for the night.
She sighed, finally. “He’s young.”
Ah. 19 yrs, to her 22 at the time. That didn’t seem like that big an age difference to me, but I let her continue, and continue she did. He lived with his parents. He didn’t have a job. She was his first serious girlfriend. His parents gave him a curfew. Once she started talking, it seemed like she needed to let it all out. I nodded, and agreed at appropriate times, doing my best to hide how much I was enjoying this. I’m petty, okay?
And finally, the thing that seemed to bother her the most. “And we can’t even have sex at his house.”
She had moved back in with her parents while she finished up her degree. Conservative christians both, her dad was a competitive shooter/ firearms instructor. No way was their daughter having pre-martial sex in their house. I actually kinda felt for them at this point. Her dad had low key threatened me the first time I met him, more than the usual overbearing dad laying down the rules about his daughter’s body. My african ancestry may have been a factor. Not gonna unpack that right now.
“That sounds hard,” I said, honestly.
She was silent for a moment. The fire had burned down, embers smoldered under the charred logs. She was leaning against me at this point. Her bodysuit was cute, but did nothing to warm her in the chill night air, so I offered her my hoodie and my arm, both of which she gratefully accepted.
“We’re in an open relationship,” she said. That, I was not expecting.
“Really?” I replied.
She nodded. “We agreed to it early on, actually. We were both struggling with our sexual frustration, and I presented it as a solution. He wasn’t sure at first, but eventually he came around.”
“And he’s… okay with that?”
She looked away for a second. “He says he is.”
Now I was curious. “So, have you hooked up with anyone else since you two have been together?”
“No,” she said. “I’ve talked to a few guys, but there just hasn’t been a chance.”
A drunk festival goer stumbled into our little clearing, saw us talking, moved on.
“It’s good to see you again. If I’m being honest, I’ve missed you,” I said.
“Me too,” she said softly. Something in the air between us had changed. Her head leaned on my shoulder, her hand had run up my chest at some point, and was now gently clutching my shirt. I turned my head and nuzzled her hair with my nose, and her face turned up to look at me, her mouth just inches from my own. The dull glow from the fire illuminated her pale skin, contrasting sharply with her vibrant hair. I closed the gap.
***
Her mouth opened up as our lips met, and her grip on my shirt tightened as she let a soft moan into my mouth. It has been so long, but she felt familiar. My arm came up from her shoulder, wrapped around her neck, pulling her in tighter. I don’t know how long we were there before we came up for air. Not nearly long enough. She buried her face in my chest, her breath warming my chest under my shirt.
“I’ve been so horny,” she mumbled.
“Where’s your tent?”
Her tent was bigger, so it was the obvious choice. My shirt was off before we even got there, she headed in first while I paused to jerk my boots off. I climbed in after her, she had unzipped her sleeping bag all the way to make room for both of us. She pulled me down with her, the rest of my clothes flying off before climbing on top of her. I ran my hands all over her body, remembering, reclaiming her body, her soft moans growing louder, mingling with my heavy breathing as I rubbed her nipples through the fabric of her bodysuit. I kissed her hard, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I braced myself above her with one hand, while the other snaked down her side, trailing my fingers over ribs, her waist, and onto the curve of her hip. I placed my palm on her ass cheek, kneading it with my fingers. God damn, I had missed that ass. Her hand reached down between us, searching for me.
I instead flipped her onto her stomach, and climbed on top of her from behind, temporarily denying her. Her colored hair was short, but just long enough for me to get a firm grip, and I held her head down as I put my lips next to her ear, and in a low growl told her “not yet.” She nodded and giggled, a smile stretching across her face. I held her head there with one hand as I raised up on my knees, admiring her body in the dim light. The back of her bodysuit had ridden up so far between her generous cheeks that it may as well have been a thong. I spread her legs with my hand, gently rubbing her clit through the soaked fabric, before pulling my hand back and coming down hard on her ass with a loud smack. She gasped loudly and let out a sharp laugh, her body jumped and writhed under my controlling touch.
“I missed that,” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at me. I smacked her ass again, the other cheek this time. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
“Yeah?” I said. “Does Jake touch you this way?”
“No…” She pouted.
My fingers let go of her hair, and gently wrapped around her throat. “How about like this.”
“No…” She said, playfully tugging at my grasp. “He’s too timid. He’s afraid he’ll hurt me.”
I laughed. “Didn’t you tell him you like that?”
“I did… but he’s still afraid. He’s a sweet boy, but he doesn’t…” I tightened my grip on her throat, pulling her up and cutting her words off with my mouth.
“Fuck you like I do?” I said, finishing her sentence. She just moaned and pulled me back down, her small hand grabbing my throbbing cock. She wouldn’t be denied this time.
“I almost forgot how big you are,” she groaned as she her hand massaged me. I pulled the shoulders off of her bodysuit, working it down her body before pulling it off past her ankles. My fingers found her shaved pussy, she was soaked. I rubbed her wetness around, before starting to circle around her clit. Her little hand gripped me tighter as I found her pleasure center, teasing, moving away, then coming back. I pulled away from her, settling my head between her legs as I replaced my fingers with my tongue. The positioning was a little awkward in the tent. Whatever.
My tongue lapped at her lips, teasing her clit, as my fingers probed inside her, searching for that spot I knew she liked. Her body arched, and her fingers gripped my hair as I found it, and kept the pressure there. I found the rythm, and kept going. My face was soaked, as was the sleeping bag beneath us, and my fingers ached as I worked her. I felt her body tense up, her legs on my shoulders starting to quiver, and her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her mouth made sounds that could have been words. She let out a sob as she climaxed, months of tension releasing as someone other than her vibrator got her off.
She lay back, breathing hard, still shaking. I climbed on top of her, kissing her gently. My hand took my throbbing cock, painfully hard now, and rubbed it up and down her soaked labia, softly probing, my head finding her entrance, sliding in. She was warm, and wet, and gripped me like a glove, so familia…
She pulled back, sitting up on her elbows. “We shouldn’t.”
“Okay,” I said, rolling off of her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” She looked away. “I’m sorry. I’m worried about Jake’s feelings. He says he’s okay with me hooking up with other guys, but I’m not sure if he actually is, or if he’s just telling me that because it’s what I want. And I definitely think that he deserves a heads up before I fuck my ex.” I laughed. But she was right to look out for his feelings, and I could always just finish myself off back at my own tent.
“Okay, do you want me to take off? See you tomorrow?”
“No… come here.” She opened her arms to me, wrapping them around my neck and pulling me down with her. We lay on our sides, her soft body pressed against mine, our legs entangled. She kissed me, tongue inquiring, before she moved down my chin, to my neck, kissing and nibbling as she made her way to my chest. I was still painfully aware of how hard I was, and it was my turn to moan as her hands found me again. She pushed me onto my back, getting between my legs, kissing her way down my abs. She paused as her head reached my cock, looking up at me as her hand stroked up and down. I propped my head up on one hand, the other reaching down to stroke her hair. She gave me a mischievous grin.
“What do you want?” She asked, the smile never leaving her face. I laughed.
“I want you to put my cock in your pretty mouth, and suck me till I cum.” Now she laughed.
“Good, we like a man who asks for what he wants,” and I gasped as she sucked my head into her mouth. She started with just her mouth, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down, hands rubbing my pelvis, up to my abs. I watched her as she pulled off, licking around my head, nibbling up and down my shaft, and then sucking my head back in. Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock as she started to work lower and lower on my shaft. The sensation was electric, shockwaves of pleasure rocking my body as she worked me. My head fell back into the sleeping bag, now damp with the mix of our sweat and juices.
Her mouth was about 2/3 down my shaft when I felt my head bump the back of her throat. She pulled off for a second, coughing. “Sorry, I never have that problem with Jake.”
She took me back in, now stroking with her hand in tandem with her mouth. She knew how to push my buttons every time, I felt warmth and familiar sensation of my fast approaching orgasm. And yet, right before I reach the point of no return… She pulls off, squeezing her index and thumb around the base of my cock, laughing at my apparent anguish as my orgasm slipped away.
“You cruel little she devil,” I laughed. She winked, before taking me back in her mouth, no hands again, this time taking me all the way into the back of her mouth, pushing beyond… She shook her head back and forth gently, trying to force my length down her throat. Wet gagging sounds filled the tent, and I felt the tip of my cock bend slightly as her throat accepted it. She held for just a second, before pulling off and gasping for air. “Still got it,” she said. Her spit lubricated my cock as she stroked me. She looked up at me in the darkness.
“Do you want to cum now?”
I nodded. She took my hands, both of them, and brought them to the sides of her head.
“Then fuck my face.”
I gently tangled my fingers in her hair.
“Tap my leg if you want me to slow down, or stop.”
“Shut up, and choke me with you cock already,” She dared. She asked for it.
My gentle grip turned firm as I forced her head down on me. I moved one hand to the back of her head, pulling her down, and the other to her chin, as I built my pace, letting out all the tension I had been feeling ever since I heard she had a new guy. Her spit ran down my shaft, soaking my pelvis. Her hands gripped my thighs, and I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose. Her teeth occasionally scraped me, but I didn’t care. The pain pushed me on, as I held her head steady, my pace only increasing as I felt the heat of my orgasm building again. Tears streamed down her face as she choked and gagged, her nails now digging almost painfully into my thighs. Still, she didn’t tap. She loved the intensity of pain, and I knew she was loving this.
My whole body tensed, and I groaned loudly, one final time, as I pushed all the way to the back of Anja’s mouth and erupted directly into her throat. Her hands left my thighs, grabbing my cock and stroking, milking the last of my cum as she swallowed. I lay back, head swimming, blissed out. She gently licked around my head and shaft, cleaning me of any cum that she might have missed, before crawling up my body, laying half on top of me, her soft breasts pillowed on my chest. I could smell my cum on her breath, and I pulled her in for a deep kiss.
We didn’t have sex that weekend, although I did move my tent closer to hers, and we continued to fool around each night. She told me later that she had told Jake about what we did, but I never found out how much she told him. What details. It would be only a few weeks before I saw Anja again, this time after she had been reassured by Jake that we could go further…
*Anja will return
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