Right first apologies for a short slightly scrappy story. I've spent far too many months wallowing in self-pity, depression and rejection. I've decided it's high time I gave myself an arse-kicking and got back into doing the things that make me feel good in the vain hope it spreads through the rest of my life.
Secondly, all characters are over the legal age and completely fictitious as are the events that follow. I don't condone having unprotected sex with strangers and you should always make sure of consent.
Hope you enjoy this one, The Coffee Princess...
My favourite song started, I was a hot sweaty mess already, wet with a mixture of sweat, beer and my arousal, my sleeveless t-shirt sticking to my hot damp curves. The crowd heaved around me, people raising their fists to the heavens more plastic beer cups flying through the air to soak the hot steaming metal-heads. I put my head back singing along, my damp hair sticking to the back of my neck. I was in my happy place and it had been far too long since I had been there.
The pandemic that had rocked the world had pretty much passed, people and the economy were healing and most importantly my beloved concerts had started up again. It seemed like a lifetime since I'd last had this much fun. The music was felt rather than heard. The heavy drum beats and basslines reverberated through the cavity of my chest, the complex guitar riffs teasing along my skin as goosebumps appeared and the screaming vocals seemed to have a direct route along my spine to my wet pussy.
My hips moved in time to the beat as I lost myself. It was then I felt large warm hands firmly gripping my hips. I was pulled backwards suddenly and could feel a huge solid body flush against my back, solid defined pectoral muscles against the top of my shoulders, I'm 5,8 so that gave the impression that he was practically a giant. Rock hard abs and an impressively firm bulge were also making their presence felt. I looked up to see a beautiful mountain of a man smiling down at me.
I'd made eye contact with him earlier in the evening while the support band were playing and I had liked what I'd seen. He had long wavy dirty blonde hair, soft and silky looking at the time, now streaked with sweat and damp much like my own dyed cherry-red hair. His eyes were an intense almost glacial blue, striking as they burned with an icy cold fire. His cheekbones were defined and just visible above a long thick beard. Like many blondes, his beard was shot through with strands of ginger. He looked like he should have been aboard a longship full of Vikings ready to raid far-off lands. Instead of a byrnie, he wore a tight band shirt, I had a feeling it was going to be my defences that were going to be plundered and pillaged.
Those icy blue eyes sparkled as he smiled down at me and pushed my face back towards the stage, he ground his cock against my back for emphasis. I groaned and shivered with anticipation as I tried to concentrate on the stage. Warm fingers slowly made their way across my stomach under the old band shirt I'd cut the sleeves off. I felt him teasing the bar piercing my belly button before he moved down to toy with the button of my jeans. I pushed my hips back against the denim-clad hard on that was digging into my back.