I remember a fine moment?I was at a music festival one summer, trying to see one of my favourite bands playing in a large marquee. The marquee was packed solid and the only way I could see anything was by standing on two guy ropes and hanging on to two others.

I slowly became aware of a body pressing in to me from behind, closer and closer. I could tell it was a male body by the flatness of the chest and the distinct bulge against my soft place.

I found myself moving back a little to take advantage of this contact and as I did so I felt his two arms come round me and move up my body to hold on to my two breasts ? my tits are big and sensitive and the slightest touch will make me get wet and excited. So as his hands cupped my breasts I leaned back to let him have free access. For a while his fingers explored within my bra, and then his hands moved around and under my shirt, around the back, and released the hooks on my bra. His hands moved back around the front, pushing the loose bra away and playing with my heavy tits and my hardening nipples. I was getting really worked up now, wondering if anyone else around us could see what was happening, but everyone else was looking at the stage. Then one hand began moving down my body, past my navel and began unbuttoning my jeans. The zip was slowly taken down. The hand slipped inside my panties, down to my bush. I found myself telling him not to stop, and he kissed the back of my neck as his fingers slipped inside my wet softness. The bulge against my soft place was definitely bigger now and I knew I wanted to explore it, but I couldn't let go of the ropes I was holding on to.

His voice in my ear suggested we should go and find somewhere to take matters further, and by then I wanted it so badly I had no problem in following him out of the crowded marquee, holding on to my jeans as discreetly as I could. He was tall, dark, and better looking than I'd expected, and once we'd moved into the darkness of the field away from the performance areas we found a sheltered area beneath a hedge. We didn't speak, just got out of our clothes as fast as we could. We stood naked embracing for a moment, my hands on his bare buttocks, his hands on mine, and I could feel his erection hard against my belly.

Still no words, and I went on my knees and took his hard length in my mouth, tasting the saltiness and toying around the head of his thingy until he groaned. He pushed my head gently away from what I was doing and came around behind me, kneeling, so that the helmet of his long wide and rigid length nudged the lips of my softness.

Slowly, slowly, he slid his prick inside me, my body revelling in the entry and the feel of him inside. He began thrusting, steadily and slowly at first, and my body moved with him. As he slid in and out his length was hard against my personal place and I found myself moaning with pleasure, louder than I'd expected.

Suddenly I wanted him to take me more roughly and adjusted my position to give him the deepest reach. Then he was banging against me, his balls hitting my soft place, his hands squeezing my tits, and the sound of my juices around him. My private part felt delightfully bruised, massaged, filled with him. I could feel that I was cumming, I could feel the surging waves of my private part walls holding and squeezing his length, and then with a loud groan he came, too and his spunk flooded into me, warm and delicious. We both fell forward onto the grass and he lay beside me, stroking my body and my hair as we both struggled to get our breath back. Then he chuckled as he realised my nipples were hardening again against his fingers, and his mouth moved down with soft wet kisses until he reached my softness. His hot breath stirred my bush and his tongue slid inside me exploring and teasing my still swollen personal place. His tongue was delightfully long and he knew how to use it, moving it around my lips and personal place until I found myself writhing on the grass, my legs splayed wide around his head, my softness rising to let him in as far as possible.

A second volcanic orgasm rocked my whole body and I found myself shuddering uncontrollably.

He must have left me at some point after this. I was too caught up in the astonishing seismic throbs within me to notice. Eventually I dressed, with his cum and my own drying on my inner thighs, and went back to the concert. I never knew his name and I've never seen him since, but I'm not sure I would recognise him even if I did ?we didn't spend long looking at each other's face ?.