The warm summer breeze strokes my exposed shoulders as I reach over to entwine my hand with yours. The day has been hot and muggy and my skin feels sticky, but the sun sinking below the horizon and the light breeze wafting through the trees has helped. I worried that the babydoll tank top I had on wouldn't offer me enough protection from the sun today, but it was so hot that I'm glad I took the chance. Between that and my light skirt, the heat hasn't been too overwhelming.
We pick our way through the crowd of people as we head away from the stage, wanting a minute or two to ourselves. As the crowd thins you let go of my hand and I glance at you to see what's up, but before I can reach for your hand again you have it around my waist as you tuck me closer to your body. Our touching has been at a minimum throughout the day because of how hot it's been and I think we're both missing that intimacy. I can't stop the quiet smile that takes over as you possessively squeeze my hip.
"Where are we heading?" I ask, not really caring as long as I'm with you, but curious all the same.
"Thought we'd head back to the truck for a bit." From your hungry expression, I know we're not just taking a few minutes away from the crowds before heading back.
Though the festival is still going strong, I don't mind ducking out to spend some time with you. Our friends won't miss us, and I'd much rather some one-on-one time with you for a bit. "Sounds good," I say as we start to pick our way through parked cars. The parking lot surrounding the venue is wide open, but the overflow parking is in a copse of trees and that's where we're parked. Perfect for a little privacy.
As darkness settles in, the lights from the festival are enough for us to pick our way through the trees without needing a flashlight and the music wafts across the parking lot towards us, adding a kind of magic to the night. We find our truck and you pop the back down. "Up you go," you say, as you grab me by the waist and slide me up onto the bed of the truck. I expect you to climb up next to me so I'm pleasantly surprised when instead you guide my knees gently open and step in between my legs.
"Hey you," you say before leaning in to kiss the crook of my neck.
"Hey babe," I say, my words sounding breathy as your lips cause my stomach to do a little flip. After all of this time, you still affect me the way no one else ever has.
"Missed you," you whisper against my exposed skin, your hands sliding my light skirt up my legs as you step closer to me.
"Missed you too," I whisper back, and I realize it's true. Despite being with you all day, I missed this, this intimacy, and I'm glad you thought to bring us out here.
"Good," you say as you take my mouth, and then our words die off.
The feeling of your mouth on mine, the possession and the need that comes through is an instant aphrodisiac and I feel myself getting wet. Your hands push my skirt higher and higher up my thighs until you reach my panties and without hesitation you dip your fingers under the fabric and right into my wetness. I break our kiss to let out a moan, but only for a moment. My hands come up to gently frame your face as I give you my mouth again, and as your finger slides into my tight folds I bite your lower lip as a powerful need overwhelms me. You chuckle a little at this but I don't even care, too busy trying to wiggle my hips to get you to start moving that finger of yours. Luckily you take pity on me and start sliding it in and out of my tight chamber as your thumb rubs my clit.
I'm already breathing heavy with desire and need and we've only just started, but you always do this to me. In all of our time together, I've never stopped wanting you as much as I did when we first met. You've always been able to wind me up like this, and I know it's the same for you. My hands drop from your face and find the button to your pants, making deft work of it and your zipper as I reach in to grab your cock. Hard and stretching against your waistband, I wrap my hand firmly around you as you continue to pay close attention to my pussy. My thumb slides over your tip and I can feel the wetness from your pre-cum and it drives me crazy.
All the while, the music from the festival keeps us company, setting the mood for us. It's a perfect summer night, with the stars shining bright above us, and I couldn't be happier. But my need is getting overwhelming as I stroke your hard, thick shaft and finally I break. "Please, babe. Please," I whisper, eliciting a chuckle from you.
"Lift up," you say, and as I do you slide my panties off one leg and then another. Off in the distance we hear a couple of people laughing as they make their way through the trees to the festival, and although it reminds me that anyone could stumble onto us here, I decide that I need you inside of me far more than I care about being discovered.
