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I have a few of these that I’ll post depending on the reception. So I flew to Denver for a rave music festival a while ago. It was my first time visiting the state, so I indulged in some recreative activities that I normally don’t back home. Lots of edibles and good weed were had. At first the elevation kinda got to me, but thankfully I got accustomed quickly.
I had put together a cute rave outfit for the day of the event; thong, small top with nip covers, fishnets and high black boots. I workout a lot so my legs, thighs and core are very toned. The event It had a real outdoor concert vibe. There were mountains visible behind the main stage which was cool.
I went with some friends, but at some point we kinda split and found myself near the front of the stage. The DJ who was playing at the time wasn’t one of the main draws but I still liked a lot of his music. He really isn’t known a whole lot (yet) so it was easier for me to navigate towards the front of the crowd. About 10 mins into his set he noticed me and kept making eye contact. He is pretty hot and I felt an instant connection to him. Your mind at all times wonders “what if x y and z happen?” and on that day it all happened.
After his set finished I just stuck around cause I didn’t wanna give up my spot, but right away I was approached by a security guard who told me that the DJ wanted to see me backstage. I wondered about saying no because I’d be leaving my friends behind, but ultimately decided to follow the security guard, who led me backstage to meet the DJ.
Right away he welcomed me with open arms and a massive smile. “You were amazing out there,” he said “your outfit caught my attention” and I felt myself turn a bit red. He asked me where I was from, which songs of his I liked, and so forth, and then invited me back to his bus.
The inside of the tour bus was dimly lit, with LED lights lining the ceiling and the walls. I noticed a mini kitchenette to the right, along with a comfortable-looking seating area. The DJ led me past the seating area towards the sleeping quarters. It was a tight space with just enough room for a large bed, a small desk and a couple of chairs.
He asked if I wanted to take a few shots of tequila, which I agreed to. Two shots later, our tongues were inside each others mouths.
He quickly moved downstairs, pulled my outfit thong to the side, and began devouring my pussy. He was quite good at it. Didn’t take long for me to let him know I was about to cum. “Give it to me” he said, as I released a jolt of ecstasy into his welcoming tongue.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, before dropping his pants down. I wanted to return the favor, but he said “No need love, I’m ready to go”. He slipped on a trojan and began pounding away in missionary.
The bed shook quite a bit, and I could hear the music playing from where we were. He turned me on my side and kept fucking me, this time hitting my G spot with his cock. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again” I said. This time he just grunted in return.
Long, hard thrusts into me sent me onto my second orgasm. I’m quite sensitive when I cum, but I didn’t want him to slow down for me. “Harder, please” I moaned, and he sped up.
About 10 seconds in I felt his breathing getting deeper and I knew he was about to pop. “In my mouth, please” I said. In one smooth movement he transitioned from side fucking me, took off the rubber, and blew an huge load into my mouth. His hands were placed against the backboard of the bed as I did my best to suck and jerk him off entirely into my mouth. Down went his load, to which we laid in bet for a bit.
We exchanged numbers and texted casually here and there, but that fizzled out. Who knows, maybe I’ll go to another event where he’s performing in the future.

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