“Have you really never…?”
I shook my head, the bass from the speakers vibrating through my chest. The stage lights bathed Lea’s face in shifting colors—blue, then red, then a warm orange. She stood close to me, her body only inches from mine, the scent of her sweat mingling with the sweet smell of grass and the metallic aroma of beer. I could feel the heat radiating from her body through the thin fabric of her dress, and my pulse raced.
“Never slept with anyone,” she repeated softly, as if needing to be sure she’d heard correctly. Her eyes, dark in the changing light, studied me with a mix of curiosity and something else—something that drew me deeper into her spell. Her gaze traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, which pushed prominently against my tight top, and then lower, between my legs, where I already felt a damp warmth.
“No,” I whispered, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it despite the music enveloping us. “I wanted… to wait for the right one.” My voice trembled, and I felt my pussy clench at the sight of her—a reflexive desire I couldn’t control.
Lea smiled, a slow, warm smile that flashed her teeth and made her tongue briefly glide over her lower lip. “And? Am I the right one?” Her hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from my face, her fingers lingering on my cheek, and I felt my entire body react to that touch—a shiver that ran from my neck down to my toes.
I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but even more heat pooled between my legs, a throbbing need that made me wet. We’d only known each other since this weekend, having met by chance at the campfire when she handed me her lighter. But the way she looked at me, the way she kept brushing my hand as we strolled between the tents, had ignited something inside me that I could no longer ignore. My panties were already soaking wet, just from the sight of her full lips and the thought of what she could do with them.
An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse
“Come,” she said, taking my hand. Her fingers were warm and firm, and I let her pull me through the crowd, away from the main stage, into the darkness between the caravans and tents. The music grew quieter, more muffled, a steady pulse that made the ground vibrate beneath my feet. Somewhere, someone laughed; a bottle clinked. My heart hammered so violently I thought it would burst from my chest, while her hand pulled me inexorably onward.
She led me to a small, secluded tent, its tarp fluttering slightly in the wind. “Mine,” she said, unzipping it. The smell of sleeping bag and perfume hit me, mixed with a musky scent that crept straight into my pussy and made it even wetter. I felt my panties stick to my damp labia as I crawled in behind her. Inside, a small flashlight glowed, casting a soft, amber light and throwing shadows into the corners of the tent. I let myself fall onto the soft, foot-smelling sleeping bag while she zipped us in. The sound of the zipper felt final, a seal on what was about to happen.
“Are you sure?” I asked, even though every fiber of my body was screaming for her. My pussy throbbed, a hollow, urgent sensation that was driving me almost crazy. I could smell the scent of her arousal, mingling with my own, and I knew she was just as ready as I was.
She knelt before me, her eyes at my level, her gaze direct and unflinching. “Only if you want it too. We can just talk if you prefer. But I can feel that you want something. That you’re ready.” Her hand settled on my knee, and the pressure made me tremble. Her fingers slowly moved higher, and I felt my legs part involuntarily, granting her access.
I nodded, unable to find words. She leaned forward and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, almost hesitant, her lips soft and dry. My eyes closed, and I focused on the sensation—the light pressure, the warmth, the taste of beer and salt on her tongue as it cautiously slipped into my mouth. Her hand moved from my knee to my thigh, pressing lightly into the soft flesh, and I moaned softly into her mouth.
She pulled back and smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Okay. Then let’s start slowly.” Her voice was rough with desire, and I could see her nipples pressing against her thin dress, hard and ready.
Her hands moved to my T-shirt, slowly pushing it up. I helped her, pulling it over my head and letting it fall beside me. The cool night air brushed over my bare skin, making my nipples instantly hard, stiff, sensitive peaks that cried out for her touch. Lea looked at me, her eyes wandering over my shoulders, my stomach, my breasts, which cast soft shadows in the flashlight’s glow, and then her gaze lingered on my nipples, which stiffened further under her attention.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, and I felt myself blush, but also felt my pussy grow even wetter at her words. No one had ever said that to me before, and it made me shameless and eager.
Her hands found my breasts, cupping them gently. Her thumbs stroked over the hard peaks, and a tremor ran through me, gathering directly in my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a sigh, but failed. “You don’t have to hold back,” she said softly, her voice a whisper that crept straight into my ears. “Let it out. I want to hear how you like it.”
I let my breath escape in a soft moan that sounded almost foreign to me. She smiled and leaned forward to take my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and wet, circling the sensitive tip, while her hand massaged my other breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I buried my fingers in her hair, which felt soft and silky. I could feel her mouth sucking, her tongue tip gliding over the hard peak, and I arched up, pressing my breast further into her mouth.
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