I love coming up on molly. The tingles that morph into waves of pleasure. Breath catching in your chest. Ridiculous grin spreading over your face. A total encounter with whatever music is playing. And an irresistible urge to be close to those around you. This is a favourite memory of just such a time, from the last summer before the pandemic hit.
It’s the first night of the festival, and after a day spent hauling camping equipment and messing around with a faulty camping stove, Kay and I have just dropped our first pills of the weekend. The DJ is playing some funky techno and the large tent is packed.
We keep our eyes locked on each another as the E hits, giggling in delight and dialling into the rhythm of the music. I pull her in, pressing our bodies together, our hips moving in unison. Her body against mine feels *exquisite*. Our lips meet and our tongues dance over one another in a sloppy and desperate kiss.
Soon, Kay turns around and I wrap my arms around her. I know she’s done this so she can press her ass into my crotch and I grind myself against her, gripping her hip with one hand to hold her firmly, running the other over her tummy, her breasts, her chest.
We’re drenched in sweat, and decide to take our tops off (as about half the crowd have already done). I love the feeling of her bare back against me, and the way her sweat allows my hand to glide freely over her torso. This is working for her too; her ass wiggles insistently against my fast-growing cock.
The hazy pleasure of the drug is making me bold. I squeeze her breasts, before grazing and lightly pinching her nipples. Her head rolls backwards onto my shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure. Encouraged, I shift my other hand from her hips to her front, and push it firmly against her. Her lips part in an inaudible moan that resonates through my chest.
Still moving with the music, I slide my hand into her pants. She’s drenched, and my fingers glide easily down towards her cunt. I tease her, running a finger along her opening, before sliding the tip inside. I hear the moan this time, and feel her knees buckle. I keep my hand where it is, pressing gently inside her, and use my other arm to hold her against me.
I realise we’re only a few steps away from fucking on the dancefloor, and shout into Kay’s ear that we should head back to our tent. She nods urgently and we head for the exit. However, as the fresh outdoor air hits us, that ten minute walk feels impossible. The area around the tent we’ve just left is a large enclosed smoking/chatting/chill space, still busy but less dense than the dancefloor. I lead Kay to one of the more secluded corners, sit on the floor, and motion for her to sit on my lap facing me.
We wrap ourselves in one another, writhing and grinding in a sweaty mess, every nerve ending a carnival. I move my hand between her legs and push my fingers back inside her, this time with the angle right to bury them deep while my palm rubs against her clit. She groans loudly as I thrust in and out, starting slowly but quickly building to a rapid pace that she meets with her rocking hips. The music is still loud out here, but she’s louder, and a few people glance in our direction. I’m far past caring. I grip the back of her neck to hold her steady and don’t let up.
I feel her cunt clench around my fingers when she comes, screaming loudly and shaking in my lap. She grinds herself onto my hand, squeezing every last drop of pleasure before collapsing onto my shoulder.
As I hold her like this I catch eyes with a guy standing a short distance away, who grins and gives me a thumbs up. Our surroundings slide back into view and I realise we’ve drawn some attention. Giggling, I pull Kay to her feet, and we run back to our tent.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/use4zq/coming_up_on_the_dancefloor_mf
Naughty! I liked it 😍