It had been four years since I met him, that night haunted me still. He was leaning against the back of a pick up truck, smoking with his friends.
I had been at a music festival, the bands had finished and it was a short walk back to the campsite. Although it seemed a long walk on unsteady legs after drinking beer all day and enjoying more than the occasional slug of rum out of the hip flasks my friends and I passed around.
As I picked my way across the grass I heard a loud deep laugh ringing out across the night. I looked up and spotted a group of men gathered around a matte black pick up truck. He stood out clearly with his sexy bad boy good looks.
He sported shoulder length dirty blonde wavy hair, a heavy stubble covered his lower jaw and cheek bones. Long legs encased in torn jeans, a relatively tight black t shirt fitting snugly across a firm defined chest. As he inhaled on his cigarette the glow highlighted the lines of his face. His eyes flared with reflected fire as they met mine. A lazy smile crept across his lips.
He stepped forward heading in my direction. His eyes roved down my body, taking in the curve of my hips covered in worn, faded and ripped skinny jeans, a tattered old cut up iron maiden tour shirt straining over my chest. My black hair tumbled down my shoulders.
When he reached me all I could do was stare, like some sort of slack jawed mouth breather. He was achingly attractive close up. I could see how very blue his eyes were close up, my fingers itched to see if the hair on his face was as soft as it looked.
He never said a word just handed me a can of lager, draped his strong arm across my shoulder and started leading us towards the tents. I knew we weren't heading in the right direction for my tent and I wondered if it was a wise move heading to a complete strangers tent with him.
We passed the beer between us as we walked. Taking long swigs, the comfortable silence stretching between us. The heat radiating from his arm and body helping to drive the chill away. I still had goosebumps but I wasn't sure that had anything to do with the cold.
Finally we reached his tent, I admired his taut backside as he bent to undo the zip. He looked over his shoulder and caught me staring, he started to laugh then took my hand in his and tugged me inside.
I fell in an ungainly heap on top of him. We were on top of an airbed, he lay back and looked up at me with smiling eyes. I shifted my legs to straddle him, feeling a large distinct bulge underneath me. I squirmed and started to grind into him enjoying his moans.
I rested my hands on his chest, feeling his solid pecs and chest, hidden from view by his t shirt. I leaned down to meet his lips with my own. Pushing them open and pushing my tongue inside, the kiss was scorching and just a mere taste of what was to come.
