I was unsure if the body holding me was real or imagined, until the hand covering my breast, gave my nipple a hard squeeze and skirted over my bare stomach on its way to my black thong. The firm fingers slipped under the fabric and sought out my clit, circling the small pink peak and awakening my desire from its dormant state. I was lying on my side and could feel his body nestled close against me. My eyes remained closed but, with every second I grew more aware. He was naked and his hardening cock pushed against the small of my back, hovering tantalisingly close to my arse. I parted my legs a little and he took the hint, moving his fingers from my clit to between my lips, delving into the wet, inner recess of my cunt. My body began to come alive, tingling with anticipation and an ache for deeper penetration.
My mind also awakened and memories rushed at me from every direction. I remembered making our way through the enthusiastic music fans, listening to the wailing from a band that I had never heard of, as we disentangled ourselves from the jostling crowd. It was my first time at the Glastonbury Festival and, at that moment, I felt sure it would be my last, as I tucked a wayward brown curl over my ear and wondered if I looked as unkempt as everyone else. Gareth, my boyfriend of five years, had unearthed some long forgotten photographs last year, when we moved in together. The ones I found most fascinating were of him dressed in flared trousers and an orange embroidered top, proudly showing off shoulder-length brown locks – he’s been clean shaven and bald since I’ve known him. When he told me that he wanted to travel when his tour of duty finished, I hadn’t imagined that I’d be sleeping in a field, in the dark, in <placew:ston>Southern England.
His other arm reached underneath my body and pulled me across his chest, rolling me onto my back. I opened my eyes, but it was completely dark inside the tent. With me on top of him and my legs spread either side, he continued to work his magic as he pushed his fingers into my wet flesh and rubbed the juices over my clit. My body began to radiate heat and I pushed my arse hard against his bulging cock as I felt the sleeping bag slip off my body.
It took a moment to realise what was happening as my thong slid down my legs, exposing my shaven shape to the darkness. I opened my mouth to cry out but the cavity was immediately filled with fingers. I tasted the acrid, tangy juice of my own making and my head was pulled back firmly holding me in place. It was only then that I noticed the tendrils of hair which were not my own, around my face. As he whispered into my ear, I felt the harsh brush of his beard on my skin and the realisation of the moment rushed at me.
It had taken ages for us to find our newly purchased, sand yellow canvass as the field, which had been home to a few dozen tents earlier in the day, was awash with fabric of all shapes and sizes. Finally Gareth had pulled on the zips and disappeared inside our tent, but there was a problem and I had heard raised voices, coming from inside. After a few minutes, Gareth emerged with the revelation that there were stowaways in our tent and they weren’t going to move. He crawled back inside and I was too tired to figure out what else I could do, so I had followed him. Someone had shone a torch and a thin man with long, greasy blond hair and an abundance of stubble had introduced himself and his girlfriend; Carl and Sheila.
The fingers which had removed my underwear now had another purpose. They held open my flesh and I felt a mouth on me, warm, gentle, soft and feminine. For a moment I considered kicking out but her fingers were soothing as they gently stroked the insides of my thighs. I felt her long hair brushing across my stomach and her tongue probed inside before flicking lightly over my clit again. I wasn’t sure if it was her touch or the cold air which caused the goose bumps to rise on my flesh. Her tongue left my clit and explored my outer lips before migrating south, over my arse hole. There was a groan in my ear as she left my pulsating flesh for his, stroking his cock with her tongue and leaving a snail trail of saliva.
When she was satisfied, she lifted my arse and positioned his rigid, eager flesh underneath. I felt completely at their mercy and let her guide me, biting down on the fingers which still filled my mouth, as he entered my tender arse hole. Gripping me firmly, she thrust my pelvis smoothly onto his cock as he rose up to meet her in a well-practiced rhythm. I stared at the darkness above and imagined the stars outside, straining to hear the faint sounds of music in the distance. It was exhilarating.
Trusting me to keep up the rhythm I felt her fingers release my arse and start to probe at my folds of flesh. Her slender digits soon found my clit and she flicked over the sensitised skin with her perfectly shaped finger nails. The pain-pleasure sensations shot through me and I felt a familiar ache building between my legs.
Carl took his fingers out of my mouth and released his hold from my waist, freeing both hands to caress my breasts. The combined ecstasy of having my nipples and clit simultaneously played with brought me instantly to within reach of an orgasm. I began to pant as my breath came fast and furious, my skin tingled and it felt as if my flesh was under the midday sun. With my eyes closed, I saw flashes of Northern Lights in the sky, and then a wave engulfed me and I climaxed.
He took his hands off my breasts and, grasping at Sheila, he stretched her out on top of me, her cunt kissing mine and our breasts jostling for space. She mirrored my movements as I thrust hard and fast to bring him to orgasm, her bush tickling my bare cunt and building an arousal within me, once again. Reaching past my head his lips found hers and they exchanged a long, deep kiss, devouring each other with passion. He wrapped his arms around us both and held tightly as he uttered the mantra, ‘Oh yes, oh yes,’ over and over in between their kisses.
His body shuddered and convulsed underneath us, as he reached his climax, forcing his ejaculate to spray inside my arse like a volcanic eruption and the words ‘Oh fuck, yes’ escaped from his lips. Sheila rubbed frantically over my body, like two sticks trying to make fire, before the quiet groan of her orgasm escaped into my ear. She placed her lips briefly on mine before rolling off into the corner of the tent. I held him in place for a moment, until I felt him soften a little and then rolled away, putting my arm around Gareth who was sleeping in the corner.
I felt someone shaking my arm and opened my eyes to see Gareth, fully dressed and urging me to put my clothes on. He didn’t question how or why my underwear had been removed but simply handed them to me as if this was perfectly normal. As I crawled out of the tent I glanced over my shoulder at Carl and Sheila, but they were both sleeping, curled up in each other’s arms.
I followed Gareth, rubbing my eyes as they adjusted to the bright sunlight, but instead of re-tracing our steps to the festival stage, he headed in the opposite direction and disappeared inside a tent. I looked back across the field, but the dark green and blue carpet of canvass made it was impossible to work out which tent we had just emerged from.
As I stepped inside our tent, Gareth had already stripped off and was on his back, spread diagonally across the familiar yellow groundsheet. He grabbed his cock, an erection instantly filling his hand. I undressed completely and lay down, reaching out for him, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around, drawing me across his chest, so I lay sprawled on my back, legs either side of him. I didn’t immediately notice that it was an identical position to the one Carl had held me in last night, until Gareth positioned his fully hard cock under my bottom and pushed into my not-so-tight arse hole. Holding me firmly in place he whispered in my ear, ‘Oh fuck, yes.’ With horror I realised that he had not slept through my experience last night and, as I thrust my arse confidently onto him, I knew it wouldn’t be my last festival.
