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**Misunderstanding**
He’d been dancing behind me for at least a half an hour. Occasionally I’d twirl around, and had caught his eye a few times. He was very cute, a little taller than me, light stubble on his face, and toned shoulders stretching his vibrant Hawaiian shirt. At first we were just having fun, pressed into the front row as the DJ guided us along. But as my breath began to catch and my heart began to race, my movements became more and more suggestive, and our little dance floor got smaller and smaller.
Now I could feel it, so unmistakable, a hard cock through tight pants, moving along with the gyrations of my ass. Not invasive, but persistent, his pelvis began to press around my rear, and soon I felt a hand resting on my hip, now seeming to hold on to me as my movements intensified. I arched my back, pressing into his crotch, his cock now comfortable between my cheeks. I could tell how thick it was, and how much he wanted to keep it right where it lay. As the mood of the music began to soften, I let my torso lean back into him. With our arms raised, our bodies latched together like coiled serpents, and I let out a deep sigh at the connection. We began to dance dreamily, my mind beginning to race and churn.
I could feel his hands moving down my arms, his fingertips tickling down my smooth armpits, and his grasp enfolding my bare waist. He hugged me close as I bent my arms back to run my fingers through his hair and scratch his head. As he gasped and then moaned at the sensation, I realized he must already be on the same level as me. I turned my neck to face him and met his open mouth hungrily. Our tongues became enlaced like our bodies, and I let out a moan of my own. He gripped me then, and I could feel the tip of his cock slide past my asshole as he moved his hands over my chest and gave my nipples a tweak through my flowy shirt.
We both inhaled sharply when our mouths finally parted, and he grasped a handful of my hair to gently force my head back around as he began to kiss and chew the nape of my neck. “Fuck,” I whispered, as the waves of ecstasy climbed higher and higher. I could feel my own cock straining against my gaff, unable to swell with desire as my balls ached for release. He must know, right? Fuck it, let’s make him love it.
For the next forty-five minutes or so, we danced and peaked, enjoying each other as much as the drugs and music combined. As the DJs cycled out and the beat transitioned, I spun around to kiss him again and began unbuttoning his shirt, “do you trust me?” I coyly asked, running my painted nails down his bare chest before caressing down his softened but still swollen cock. He smirked and raised his eyebrows as I grasped his hand and began squeezing through the crowd, our eyes locked till I turned and hooked his finger through the top of my thong to lead him somewhere more private.
Within moments we found two stalls that seemed closed for the night. I turned and pulled him into me for another long kiss, his hand holding the small of my back while I slid my hand down his sweaty chest. I found the brim of his pants and unbuttoned them. My palm slid across his tight underwear, my nails tickled his rock hard shaft as I reached for his balls. They were tight inside his underwear, and I squeezed them a bit just as I bit his lip a little harder than I had up to this point. He groaned in a mixture of feelings before I pushed him against the wall and squatted in front of him.
I knew my skirt had ridden up around my ass, but I stuck it far out for good measure, hoping he would spot the jewel on my butt plug. I ran my nails down his abs one more time before hooking the rim of his pants and pulling them down, my mouth riding the ridge of his cock as I went. It flopped right out over my face as I looked up at him, my vision half blinded by its girth. I flicked my tongue over his balls and wrapped my fingers around the base of it, pulling my face back up its length, my tongue wetting the underside. Only once I turned to swallow his head did I break eye contact, and closed my own eyes to moan deliciously on his cock. It was salty, the taste of his cum already covering it. As a matter of fact, was that pussy I tasted?
The random thoughts became blocked out as I began working my head back and forth, pushing ever towards the back of my throat, then deeper. I could feel my little cock and sack begin to work their way out of my gaff as I rocked back and forth on my tip toes. I felt them fall free just as he grasped the back of my head, tightly gripping my hair and holding his pelvis against my face. I choked and gagged and held on to his legs as I felt him thrust and buck, his moans escalating into feral grunts as he pumped his cock down my throat, each of his thrusts causing my own to twinge and swell.
He shuddered as I gave into the urge to reach down and pinch the tip of my penis, another squeal muted by his stiff cock. He relaxed back into the wall and put his hand under my chin, raising my gaze to meet his as I stroked my cock and licked my lips. Suddenly his dumb stupor of a smile shifted. His brow furrowed and his eyes squinted before widening with his mouth, “oh, I didn’t, uhh…”
He moved so quickly I fell backwards with a yelp, rolling on to my back, my legs spread and cock flopping through the air. But as I looked up, he was gone, his shadow receding into the sea of light and people. Suddenly I wanted neither of those things, and felt a rush of anxiety and confusion course through me. I stood up quickly and ducked back into the shadows, readjusted my outfit and tucked myself back in. Glancing back toward the throng, I decided to climb the small barricade behind the two stalls, and disappeared backstage.
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