An old friend of mine is a DJ who plays at practically every single music festival, and is very generous when it comes to getting his friends backstage or into the VIP areas. So, I was delighted when I bumped into him on the first day of one of my favourite music festivals. Straight away he sorted wristbands for me and my friend, and said to come join him and his mates in VIP.
They were a small group drinking pints on a picnic table, and when we arrived they all squeezed up so we could fit in. Straight away, I could sense the chemistry with the guy sitting next to me. He was tall, even sitting down, and was covered in tattoos and had this big beard and an even bigger smile. We got to chatting and I learned that he was an up-and-coming rapper who had played at the festival that afternoon. I found it sweet how nervous and excited he was, and was more than willing to help him celebrate.
As a group, we all got on really well, sinking more of the free drinks and hearing my friend’s gossip from all the celebrities he’d met and partied with. But I was also very aware of the rapper, Harry’s*, leg pressed tightly against mine. Every now and then I’d glance to my left and catch his eye and grin. Eventually, he said he was going to get more drinks for the table and asked if I’d help. I walked ahead of him to the bar, feeling his eyes on me the whole way, and when we got there, and out of sight of our friends, he pulled me backwards by the hips, spun me around and kissed me hungrily.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment you sat down,” he said. It was a hot day and I was wearing a little slip dress, and he ran his hands around it, slipping one up my skirt and grabbing my ass as we kissed. I wanted him then and there, but we both agreed to carry on the night with our friends. “There’s plenty of time later,” he said.
We had our drinks and, as a group, went into the main festival. As it got darker, Harry and I became a lot less subtle and soon were all over each other in the crowd. At one point, he positioned his thigh in between my legs as we kissed, the bass beating all around us, moving it expertly as I pressed against him. “I don’t think I can wait much longer,” I said and he agreed. We said goodbye and began making our way to his ‘place’ which, it turned out, was a campervan. Much better than my shoddily-put-up pop-up tent! We kissed all the way there and when we arrived, he turned on all the fairy lights in the van’s cabin; the ceiling was painted with golden stars.
I sat up on the bed and he slowly spread open my legs, removing my knickers before expertly going down on me. I’d wanted him all night and the lead up meant that I was so wet, and ready for him. Soon, I was seeing stars of a different kind, before he undressed and poured himself on top of me. As he thrust, he would rotate his hips, round and round, in a way that felt so good I was yelling out, ‘Oh my god, you’re so good at this’. We ended up having sex three times more after that, and I barely got any sleep.
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The next morning, I emerged from his campervan, my hair in knots, in my tiny dress to see his neighbours frowning at me. It was obvious they’d heard absolutely everything… But I didn’t care. Now, occasionally, his songs come up on my Spotify and I always remember just how talented he is…
*Names have been changed
