We are standing in the crowd of the main stage, watching a band neither of us have ever heard of before. Not that they're at all bad – quite pleasant really, just unknown to us. At least, the majority of the crowd thronging around us seem to know them, or at least like them.
The crowd is tightly packed, and I am standing behind you. As the band break into their third number we all start to pulsate to the beat. I feel your buttocks gyrating against me – I can't move back to give you more room – and I realise I am enjoying this, to the extent that my cock is growing! How embarrassing! As it reaches full height, I feel your hand come round behind you and grasp it through my trousers – OK, maybe not so bad after all! You start to stroke my swollen member, and I put my hands under your arms and slip them up under your top to find your breasts. With one move of your free hand you lift your bra to let them fall into my eager hands, and I find both nipples already proud. What a great way to dance!
By the time the second verse ends you have opened my fly and have your hand firmly around me. You take my left hand from your nipple and push it down the waistband of your long hippy skirt. I reach the scrub area of your trimmed bush and probe further till I find your clit. As I start to massage it, you half turn your face over your shoulder to me, and we engage in a long deep tongue intertwining kiss. I taste the warmth of you on that kiss. I move my hand down a little further and find the lips of your wet pussy waiting for me. You are now pushing my cock deep into the crack of your beautiful arse, through the fabric of your skirt. Temporarily taking my hands from their respective tasks, I lift the back of your skirt to reveal your cheeks and push my cock downwards into the crack. I sense your movement, pushing your arse back and up a bit, opening your legs a little to help. As we are of similar height, my cock slides very nicely across under your wet pussy, and I can feel the warm wetness on it. My right hand goes back to its job.
The band's number is now building towards a crashing finale – we have long stopped trying to dance to their beat, having our own private rhythm to keep. As we move, you are thrusting back towards me with greater energy. My left hand is on your hip helping to pull you back and forth on my dick, very wet from your juices, while my right hand continues to roll your rigid nipple. Your hand is down inside your skirt again, now pushing the tip of my cock as close up into your pussy as it will go - I am skimming along the velveteen parting of your lips.
With a final scream from the vocalist, and a crescendo of the drums and guitars, I come into your hand, thrusting forward as far as I can. As the audience around us applauds with delight, we part, and you turn, bringing your hand up to your mouth, and licking my cum off it. You then give me a long kiss and I taste the saltiness of our brief union.
I can't help but wonder how much of what has just happened was already forming in your mind when you came and stood behind me in the beer tent queue less than an hour ago? Did you you pick me out and make for me deliberately, or was it just pure chance? We chatted so easily, so freely....but the song from that band I'd never heard of before will now always have a special memory for me......
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4:45 am Monday, 7th June, 2010
soooo hot.... |
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6:51 pm Monday, 7th June, 2010
why ever not? Sometimes that chemistry happens very quickly - or sometimes its nothing more than a bit of fun - which is the perspective I wrote this from. Would be great though, wouldn't it - no ties or bonds, just a chance meet, mutual enjoyment, then probably never meeting again!img src="imagesadultemoticons016.gif" |
