Festival sex [M29] [F24] [exhibitionism]

It was one of those Austin days where anything seemed possible. The crayon blue sky filled with just enough sunshine to warm your bones.

And John was at a private SXSW show standing next to a beautiful woman and he had a beer in each hand. He couldn’t believe his luck.

When a buddy had mentioned his friend Beth would be coming into town and attending the shows with them, he didn’t think much of it. He was focused on seeing as much live music as possible.

He hadn’t counted on this beautiful blonde with round breasts and a laugh that caused her to throw her head back and expose her creamy throat.

He hadn’t counted on the fact that just standing next to her was making him grow hard or that when she brushed his arm it felt like he’d been spattered with hot grease.

He was glad he was holding two beers because if he had a free hand, it would be sliding into the back pocket of her jeans and squeezing that ass.

At that thought, she glanced up at him, her rosebud mouth turning up at the corner, as if she’d read his mind.

She laid her head on his shoulder and her hair smelled like almonds and cherries. Before he could stop himself he kissed the top of her head.

She nuzzled into him and linked her arm through his.

That’s it, he thought. He threw back both beers and chucked the solo cups on the ground.

He grabbed her hips and turned her to face him, kissing her hard. She opened her mouth and he found her tongue. There was lightning in her lips. He’d been hit.

She bit down on his lower lip and pulled, meeting his eyes.

Jesus this girl was trouble.

She lifted on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “Take me to the bathroom.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly, winding their way up the rocky path toward the building.

Shit, there was a line.

She stood in front of him pushing her ass into him. He was so hard it was painful. Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the bar interior was dark and sticky.

He slid his hand down the front of her jeans, cupping her mound. He ground his fingers into her, causing her to press back farther into him.

His lips found her neck, her ear. She turned her head so that their lips could connect. Her mouth opened wide to him their tongues exploring, tasting one another.

They inched up in line until it was their turn. When they went into the single-stall bathroom together, the crowd in line behind them groaned.

“At least fuck her fast!” Someone yelled.

She grabbed him around the waist and buried her face in his chest, laughing.

“Well, you heard the man,” she said.

John grabbed her around the hips lifting her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he set her down on the counter she went to work on his belt, freeing his stiff cock from its bondage. She circled her thumb over the tip spreading around the pre cum before she looked him dead in the eye and licked her thumb, tasting him.

Holy shit, he thought.

She wrapped her hand around the length of him and pulled him toward her as she kissed him deeply.

He pushed his hands under her shirt pulling her breasts out of her bra. Her nipples were hard in his hands.

“I hope you know this is just an appetizer,” Beth whispered in his ear. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you later tonight.”

He groaned and went to work shimming her jeans down her hips.

She grabbed his hand, licking up his palm before pressing his hand against her pussy. She was hot and wet and he slipped his middle finger into her easily. The heel of his palm ground circles on her clit and with each move her hand tugged on him more firmly.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Since the moment I saw you,” she breathed.

He thrust inside her and she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass driving him deeper inside.

There was pounding on the door now.

She buried her face in his neck to stifle her moans.

“Let them hear you,” he told her.

She dropped her head back and let the moans escape her throat.

They were both breathing hard and fast now.

She used her own finger to massage her clit and the sight of it made him want to explode.

“Are you close?” He asked. “I’m close.”

“God yes,” she moaned.

His pace increased and he thrust into her deeper and faster. The sound of his cock slamming into her wet pussy sent him over the top. He shot into her as every part of her body shivered, her heels in his ass, her fingernails in his shoulders, her teeth biting his lip.

He held her as they came down and they both started laughing.

“Welcome to Austin,” he smiled at her as he buckled his pants.

She smoothed her shirt down and looked at him. “I can’t wait to see more of it.”

When they unlocked and opened the bathroom door, the line erupted into cheers.

John slung his arm over her shoulders and they walked back out into sunshine and music, excited for what (and who) came next.

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