Facial At The Festival

(Written in the style of a Reddit confessional or series of text messages someone would send you. Fiction. All characters 18+)

Exhausted. Sweaty. Sore. I didn't even stay for the last several performances but I had already hit my limit. I practically limped out of the big crowds and off into the nearby woods where I had gotten set up.

Being a single woman attending a music festival was kind of a scary thing, fortunately I had experience with it, but something about this time felt differently. I swear there had been a guy following me both before and after my time at the main venue today. I tried to shrug it off but something felt wrong.

Regardless, I didn't really have a plan B here and I figured nothing would really come of it. So I continued navigating back to my hammock I had set up and practically collapsed into it. I let out a nice big sigh and let myself stretch out before closing my eyes and trying to maybe catch some Z's.

Perhaps a spindly little red tube top and black latex skirt weren't the most comfortable clothes to try and catch some rest in (especially with a wardrobe malfunction up top liable at any moment with the way I was spilling out of it) but I'd be damned if I was going to stop and change in the middle of the woods with a little bit of paranoia of being watched lingering.

I suppose you might also like to know that I had jet black straight hair to my shoulders, messy bangs (especially that day lol), skin that's been called "milky" by a guy in his opening message on tinder (real). I was wearing underwear too, for the record, I'm not crazy, just a simple black thong though. Not like, lingerie, people don't wear that to music festivals. I mean, well, not that I know of anyways. I didn't see any personally.

As for the rest of my build, for your eager imagination: not a flat tummy, on the short side, and 34F bra size last time I checked (it's all made up and I wear a number of sizes). Definitely have my appeal, as evidence by Mr. stalker. I'm definitely more proud of my tits than my ass although I like when people compliment my brown eyes.

Anyways, I didn't actually fall asleep. Idk what I was thinking but it wasn't even dark out yet (middle of the summer), too hot, no blanket, uncomfy clothes. But it was nice to just close my eyes a bit and be off my feet.

I can't believe I managed to keep my eyes closed and not even react at all as I started to hear leaves rustling nearby. I think I would've flipped my shit if I had any energy left.

What's crazier is that I didn't react even as I heard the foot steps get closer and closer and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being unzipped. I figured I had to be mistaken but I was sooo curious about what would happen if I just...didn't do anything. I didn't even really have the willpower to deal with whatever this was right now so I figured just pretending to be asleep was easier and I'd just start screaming bloody murder if he laid so much as a finger on me but otherwise I didn't want to escalate.

I swear it felt like all the sounds of nature quieted down as I laser focused on the sounds of this man, presumably the one who was following me earlier. I thought maybe he was gonna snap pics of me or something? I felt like Daredevil trying to like, echolocate what he was up to lol

All that to say that I was pretty confident this man was stroking his penis. I couldn't tell much else, and he was pretty subtle about it, but it just kind of sounded like a soft shaking in place or something. I mean, god bless him for trying at least to not wake me up.

A couple times I could hear him get bolder and stop stroking and then step closer to me and resume. I wasn't actually 100% sure that's what he was doing until the first time he stepped closer.

Maybe it just felt like a long time because my eyes were shut and my heart was pounding but I swear this went on for way longer than I'm used to guys lasting. Maybe he was just savoring the moment and edging himself? I didn't hear any loud grunting or groaning although there was the tiniest bit of heavy breathing that he couldn't help which was honestly kind of hot despite how fucked up this was. I was focusing on my own breathing to try and keep it steady so he didn't notice I wasn't actually asleep. I kept thinking I had fucked up when he'd stop to step closer.

Anyways, zero sense of how long it actually took, but by the fourth or fifth time he stepped closer, he was literally so close that I could like, feel the vibrations very softly reverberating through the ground and into the tree through my hammock just a little bit. Like, I realize this man was doing something very very wrong without my expressed consent, but there was something kind of intimate about having my eyes shut and softly attuning to the shaking of the ground from how passionate I made him feel. As expressed via creepy sleep masturbation, but still. Very flattering in a fucked up way.

Idk if it was just because he was closer so it sounded louder but I swear he was speeding up and breathing heavier once he was so close to me. And I think I could I hear him try to hold his breath and then give out and have to take a deep breath a few times. I knew that meant to mentally brace myself for what would inevitably come next. Not my first choice of hammock activity by any means but I was morbidly curious at this point so I wasn't going to stop him now. Can you imagine if I had, though? Would have been very funny to blue ball the creep right here, maybe I even should have, but I'm kind of glad I didn't because...

Well, I don't know how else to say this, but he finally let out an audible grunt as he shot onto my face the LARGEST cum load I had ever seen. Or, well, felt, I suppose. I didnot actually know yet what it looked like but it felt very different from facials I had gotten before. Thick, steaming hot jism and like literally all over my face. I'm used to "facials" being like...a cheek, or my nose, not literally a full on skin routine all at once. Plus my chin and neck and the top of my chest, even one of my shoulders. For a second I thought maybe he just hit a wide area with low density, a messy sprayer. Also it was so many spurts I lost count, and I sometimes like to try and count and beat my record when I am in a relationship with a guy.

Again, cannot tell you how hard it was to not break my composure here but having my eyes closed in advance made it a little easier. They got glued shut anyways lol so just as well. It was so shocking and sudden...it was kind of a morbid curiosity thing before that but the actual load itself turned me on like crazy. I was in disbelief, genuinely.

Heard him zip up and leave, trying to be quiet. Guess I should be glad he didn't try to wipe his dick clean on me lol. But he just left me there, absolutely smothered. Once he was out of range, I reached for my phone and snapped a few blind selfies. When id go to check later, they were mostly blurry but a couple of them clearly showed that this guy was some kind of freak or taking supplements or something because it was like...more cum than I see in porn.

But before I cleaned myself up and took a look, I actually just left it there and shoved a hand down my skirt. I had soaked clean through my thong and onto the hammock a bit, and my slit was a fucking furnace. It took me like, 30 seconds of clit mashing to hit an orgasm.

Used my free hand to scoop up some of the jizz on my face into my mouth and hit the old clit/hole combo to hit a second orgasm in just a couple minutes longer.

Cleaned up, checked the pics I had taken, got my pocket vibe out, and hit a third before calling it quits and passing out.

The craziest part is the fact that I saw him again the next day and what transpired then but I've already said enough and that was the more unique aspect, so comment or something if you wanna hear the second part.