My friend got last minute tickets to the Sillopanna music festival and asked me and my other good friend if we wanted to go. I had never heard of it, but being a music freak, the opportunity to attend an all-day, outdoor, summer music festival is something I would rarely say no to. It was pretty hot, but it was in this really neat open area. Food trucks provided some great food and there were a lot of different varieties of things to drink if you wandered around enough.
We were having a blast, even when it rained a bit. At some point we got separated and couldn’t even get each other through texts. Each of us found people to talk with during this time, which, isn’t that what the fun of these festivals is all about anyway? We did manage to reconnect and make our way toward the main stage. There was a group of guys behind us. They were much younger, but very fun and nice to talk with. One of them “D” was very good looking and there just seemed to be some draw between us. He asked me if I wanted a beer, and I agreed. He actually took my hand and led me through the crowd. It was kinda adorable that he was holding my hand in that kind of high school courtship way that I was actually starting to feel giddy.
He bought me a drink and he stood with his arm around me as we drank, talked, and listened to the band on the stage. Every time he leaned in to say something to me, he allowed his lips to just graze my ear and his breath to linger on my neck. I was a little surprised how good he was at flirting and at the same time making me feel so comfortable with him. He gently took my hand in his again and gave me a sly smile. He simply tilted his head to the side to lead me and I followed.
We ended up in quite a secluded wooded area behind the port-a-potties. There he pushed my hair back from my face and told me how pretty he thought I was. I giggled and asked, “How old are you?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Well, it does a little. I guess I’m curious.”
“I’m 24. Why? How old are you? 28?”
“You’re kidding, right? I am not 28!”
“Well, you can’t be any older than 30. Besides – who cares? Do you know how sexy you are? And I can’t stop looking into your eyes! They are so blue.”
At this point, I normally would have probably thanked him for the compliment and walked away. But something kept me there, planted in my place. Some may say it was the mud from all the rain that day. But I think it was something else. The allure of just living in the moment. The desire to just forget about conventions and let myself go. So, I did.
He placed his hand on the side of my face and leaned in for the kiss. I don’t know what it was about him, but I felt that kiss everywhere. A rush of warmth ran over my face and I could feel myself blush. I accepted the kiss and released all my tension. We started to make out furiously with our hands traveling all over the outside of our wet clothes. I felt his hand move quickly up my dress and with confidence slip my panties to the side. He leaned me back against a tree and slipped his finger deep inside me. I gasped as he continued to finger me and use his other fingers to caress my clit as he kissed my neck and chest, while still whispering in my ear how beautiful I was.
In the heat of the moment, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly and began to jerk him off. There we both were, in a fairly public place, with the rain starting to fall again, but we were only focused on each other. I’m fairly certain that someone had to see us, but it didn’t matter. All that was important to us was the increasing passion that was rising in both of us. I could feel myself coming close to cumming and I started to try to hold back. I didn’t want to stop.
“You’re so wet baby – just cum. Please cum for me,” he pleaded.
That was it. Being submissive, I have trouble holding back sometimes when trying to please who I am with. Rushes of my orgasm flooded to my lips with moans and he smiled a huge grin, knowing he was pleasing me. I swiftly moved to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth and started to suck him. It didn’t take long for him to cum in my mouth, whole I swallowed every drop. He pulled me back to my feet and kissed me. He told me that was the sexiest thing he had ever done. After making out a little more, he took my hand and led me back.
During the concert, we cuddled a bit, but towards the end, we got separated. I don’t have his number. He doesn’t have mine. So all we have is the memory of that night. For me, for now, that is enough.