**Intro**
My stomach had been fluttering for months now. A girlfriend of mine, Sydney, had told me about this music festival that was very exclusive, not in the snobby kind of way, but you had to know someone involved in order to learn anything about it. It took place out in the woods in the foothills of a large mountain peak that loomed over the whole campground. The scenery was amazing, especially as the sun began to set behind the mountain, casting a shadow over the entire festival. The music was a mixture of electronic DJs on the main stage, lit by one of the most amazing light shows I had seen for such a small stage. Another, small tent was tucked away in the woods, where guests had to remove their shoes at the door and could lounge on pillows spread throughout the area while the DJs played much more relaxed and mellow vibes.
Anyways, she surprised me with tickets! We had been friends for a long time, and had slept with each other a few times but had mutually decided to keep the relationship mostly platonic, with the occasional benefits. She knew all about my feminine side, and I had gone out dressed with her a few times in the past, shopping, drinks at the bar, dancing at the club, etc. She would always tease me, pointing out guys that couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off us. “They are totally looking at you, you should go talk to them!” She would egg me on but I would always laugh nervously and blush. She had managed to push me into a man’s bed before, and the experiences were always great, but I remained shy and hard to convince.
“This time is going to be different, Elle, we are going to be rave sluts for a whole weekend and I don’t want to hear any buts,” as she gave mine a little smack. For the next few weeks we planned, figured out all of our camping gear, food, drinks, and drugs, and most importantly, outfits. I’ll admit, I used this outing as an excuse to go totally bananas on upgrading my wardrobe, I may have spent more on cute outfits and lingerie than I did on food for that weekend. I knew I wouldn’t be able to decide on an outfit, so bringing multiple options was a must. I had thongs, fishnets, sneakers, knee high boots, corsets, pasties, chokers, scarves, masks, if you’ve seen a rave slut wear it, I probably had one.
**Dancer**
My skin felt electric as the bass waves rolled over me, the hair on my arms and neck standing up as my eyes rolled in ecstasy. My arms were swaying over my head, mirroring my ass as it bounced to the rhythm. Occasionally I’d run my hands down my sides, my smooth skin and neon fishnets tingling my palms as my loose skirt swished over my butt cheeks. For a while I had remained aloof, swaying and spectating from a few rows back, my eyes on a beautiful dancer that moved on the subwoofers flanking the stage.
The mesmerizing tricks she did with her hoop drew my attention, but her striking beauty and form kept it. She was lithe and tall, and her hoop swirled effortlessly around her round hips and ass. Her body was wrapped in iridescent fabric, tight against her and leaving much of her smooth skin exposed. The lights seemed to focus a spotlight of scintillating effects on her, and suddenly I realized she was looking right at me.
I quickly spun around, aware of the blood rushing to my cheeks. *Don’t be a creep Elle! Just enjoy the music and let the beautiful lady work.* I raised my hands back up and danced around, playing it cool and keeping my eyes closed for a while. But as I felt the pull of desire swell in me, I pushed my shades up onto my head to steal a better look.
*Shit, she’s still looking at me!* But she was smiling, and when I looked up again with a smirk of my own, she winked and blew me a kiss before turning her attention back to the crowd behind me. *Okay, well that was interesting.* But my mind began to wonder as my pulse quickened and another wave of euphoria washed over me.
Now, I could feel the press of hundreds against my back, my hands grasping the front railing, the forest canopy above us glittering with light and color. I gripped the railing hard and swung my head back and forth, my eyes closed and red lips parted in a smile. Just then I felt it, a warmth pressing up against me.
**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.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rhyzw8/festival_weekend_part_1_tm