Fondled and fucked at a summer music festival [FM] [then 22F, 50sM]

*I got inquiries about my post-boat sex adventures with the Craigslist DILF. As always, I am eager to please. In retrospect, I am realizing our encounters had a healthy dose of kink. Today’s story involved a fairly large and famous summer music festival, his hands on my body on the festival lawn, and his dick pumping me full of cum afterwards in the hotel room.*

Boat-and-summer-festival DILF raised the bar for my future dates by being 1) decent 2) an excellent communicator. After he fucked me on the boat, he was careful not to drop the ball. His messages were short (but insightful), sweet (but kinky enough), constant (but not burdensome). He responded appreciative and promptly.

“Have you ever been to [locally famous outdoor music festival?]”

“I haven’t, why?”

“I think your body on the lawn would make everybody’s day more beautiful.”

I may have many shortcomings, but I am good at landing on my feet, especially when it comes to sexual opportunities. I knew DILF wanted to play with me in public and I decided on the panties I would wear.

Sexual tension built up over the long drive and the anticipation over the day’s concert. At arrival, he picked one of the spots farther from the stage. He spread a beautiful picnic blanket over the lawn, setting down the basket he admitted buying; he “had no talent for cheese and wine pairings.” Now, I have always taken pride in the intellectual contributions I bring to the table, but that day I knew I was this 50-something’s young arm candy. I took off my sandals and slowly sat on the blanket, smoothing the short hem of my summer dress skirt over the top of my thighs. My long legs rested bare, stretched, in need of sunblock. Propped onto my hands, chest pushed forward and head pulled back, I smiled up at him. It can be fun to be a walking stereotype.

He didn’t yet know I was wearing crotchless panties, but he visibly approved of what he could see.

This particular festival is low key, frequented by an older crowd, and my young self (and my rather small dress) were out of place. I could see how much he loved it. There was no modesty in his demeanor; he sat very close to me, flirting very overtly, brushing me with his hand ever so often. And then the music started.

Safety first, however: I pulled out a big bottle of sunblock from my purse. I squirted it on my legs as if it were lube, and I locked my eyes on his while I rubbed it in, from my thighs to my toes. He bit his lip. I know, it’s ridiculous that sunblock was my flirting technology of choice, but I was on a slutty mission.

I handed him the bottle and rolled onto my belly. My back wasn’t bare, but my legs were, you see, and I needed his help.

I will never forget his look. He just nodded, pensive, and squirted the sunblock onto his hands. He warmed it up before he started pressing it — yes, pressing it, fondling it, really — into my calves and ankles. He took his time, careful, to cover all that flesh before he squirted more in his hands. I grunted when his new motions brought him to the back of my thighs, and he grunted in turn when he made a happy discovery. After devoting much attention to the flesh under the bottom of my skirt, he ventured upwards. In the briefest of strokes, his fingers brushed between my legs, and he noticed the crotchless underwear. His low grunts were so sexy.

I moved back into seating position, and he held my thigh as he leaned in to whisper,

“If you keep that up, I’ll have to take you away before the concert’s over.”

Of course I had to keep it up. We were in public, but far away from dangerous scrutiny. I could feel the juices gathering at the edges of my crotchless underwear. My feet caressed DILF’s leg as we listened to the music, and I spread my legs for him when he reached to squeeze my thighs. Instead of asking him to pass me snacks, I bent over him, taking my time to stretch my body on the blanket, and fed him cheese cubes on my way back. He groped my ass on my last feeding. When his bulge was obvious and my arousal incontrollable, I undid the top three buttons of the dress. “I need your help,” I whispered in his ear, before laying down on the blanket. I moaned when he pinched my nipples, and he pinched them harder.

By the time we made it to the hotel room, the beast in him was unleashed. There were no remnants of the restraint he had shown on our first date, even in our first fuck: Daddy knew I was his filthy slut and eager cumdump, and our first fuck that day would not be for my sake but for his. He used my body to get himself off. If you’ve read any of my stories before, you know by now that that’s what makes me cum the hardest.

DILF practically ripped his clothes off, the dress off me, before he threw me on the hotel bed. He moved so fast, so brazenly, that I thought he had not quite closed the door behind him. He kissed me intensely while laying between my legs, his hands pulling the crotchless section of my panties further apart to finger fuck me. Now, this was no single loving finger, warming and probing. He finger fucked me with both a couple of fingers from both hands, fondling my wet flesh while he stretched my pussy. The pressure was a lot and it drove me insane. He had me wailing, begging, in heat.

Daddy left so many marks on my body that day. I don’t think they were intentional; just a side effect of the hungry bites and kisses he trailed from my neck to my tits. I don’t blame him: when his teeth reached my nipples, I begged daddy not to stop. The bites and the hard finger fucking were intense, and my pussy began to squeeze him.

That was DILF’s signal to withdraw. It was time to reset: to replace his fingers with the part that would mark his ownership, and refocus on his pleasure rather than mine. He dragged me to the edge of the bed and flipped me on my belly, spanking my ass. At this point, the crotchless panties were soaked and caught in my folds, but he did not remove them.

Few times in my life have I felt as much anticipation as I did in this particular moment. His hands focused on my thighs, holding them spread, my holes open and fully accessible to him. His hard cock found the way between the crotch seams and into my pussy, making my legs twitch in his arms. My formerly decent date, honorable DILF, could only curse when his dick went in.

“Oh, Daddy, that feels so good…”

“Be a good princess and look at me, baby.”

I turned my head to look at him, my chest and neck pressed into the bed as he fucked me from behind, and he grunted again. By this point, my pussy was in the process of tightening, trying to find release in all of his hard strokes.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum just from how tight you are. Spread that gorgeous ass for me.”

“Are you gonna cum all over my ass, Daddy?”

“No, princess, tonight I’m going to fill up your beautiful pussy. You’re going to be my little whore.”

I complied, pulling my big ass cheeks apart with my hands until I melted in his arms, my insides clenching around him with the intention of squeezing in every last drop of his cum. But I knew just what to tell my DILF.

“Daddy, my pussy really wants your cum, but I’m scared so much of your seed might make me pregnant.”

He had had a vasectomy and he knew I was on birth control. My bluff made him pump me harder.

“Oh, what a good little whore. You’re going to take my seed in that tight pussy. All because that’s how horny you are. Fuck.”

“Oh Daddy, please cum in my pussy — Daddy, don’t stop!”

I don’t recall anything after that, as the pleasure took over my cognitive function. I came hard around DILF’s cock, and he held onto my belly when he took his last deep stroke to fill me with his cum. His orgasm was long and intense enough that the marks from his fingers remained on my skin for days.

Daddy set my legs down after he came, my ass still over the edge of the bed. He moved his fingers back into my pussy — my sensitive body twitched and I whimpered.

“I’m just helping you, babygirl, you said you don’t want to get pregnant.” After circling his fingers inside me, he gave me an evil smile and offered them to me.

I smiled back, doing my best to look into his eyes as I sucked his cum and my juices off his fingers.

Our orgasms were so strong that afternoon that maybe that’s why I am less appreciative of boat sex — it just paled in comparison! Who knew a boring concert would be the perfect prelude to the loudest fuck. This accidental discovery of DILF and I’s common interest, cum play and breeding, led to other good encounters that helped me fulfill my inner cumslut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w9ds3p/fondled_and_fucked_at_a_summer_music_festival_fm