Karma at the Festival: A Night Shift Encounter

Some people think it is weird to camp alone at a music festival, but I was recently single and did not have any friends into this genre. So I arrived early at the general camping area of the local 18+ EDM festival with an old tent nobody would bother stealing, set up a folding chair and a cooler, and sat down to enjoy the weekend.

It is a pretty good way to make friends if the vibe is right; you just need to be relaxed and bring enough of everything to share. People would stop by to chat, sometimes sharing a beer or a joint, just enjoying the atmosphere. Around sunset, I had just lit one up when a super cute girl in her twenties walked past me; bikini top, shorts, tiny and slender, with dark blonde hair. Her eyes lit up when she caught the smell of what I was smoking. She stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. By the time she opened her eyes, I was already holding it out to her.

"Oh, wow, seriously?" she asked.

"Of course," I said as she reached out and took the joint from me. She took a deep hit, held it in her chest, and closed her eyes again. She nodded and smiled as she handed it back.

"Nice," she said. "Are you selling by any chance?"

"No," I said, taking another hit. "But I could give you a bit if you want."

"Are you sure? I would feel bad taking it from you." She looked around for a place to sit. "Mind if I hang out here for a bit?"

I was not going to say no to this girl. I gestured vaguely to the grass around me. "Want something to drink?" I asked.

"Ooh, just some water would be awesome!"

I pulled a bottle out of the cooler for her. We sat and enjoyed the tunes floating through the air. I pulled out a few joints from my backpack and handed them to her. "Are you here with friends?"

"Yeah, they are... somewhere over there," she pointed in a random direction. "Man, it is so nice out here."

The weed was really starting to kick in. "Don't worry, I think we are just putting good vibes out into the cosmos."

She chuckled, and the sound was lovely. "Like karma, then," she said.

"Yeah, exactly."

Eventually, the joint finished and the set wrapped up. "Cool tent, is it vintage?" she asked.

I almost burst out laughing. "Just old!"

She laughed again, and I was quickly getting addicted to the sound of her voice.

"Can I take a look inside?" She was already crawling toward the entrance.

"Sure, nothing much to see..." and I followed her in on all fours.

The tent was not tall enough to stand up in, but she barely fit. I had laid out a Turkish beach towel on the floor, and a camping pillow and sleeping bag were stuffed in a corner. Once we both got inside, she zipped the tent entrance shut. I looked at her as she turned back to me.

"So I am Sophie," she said, reaching behind her back, "and this is what Karma looks like."

She unclasped her bikini top, revealing two of the cutest, perkiest breasts, each small enough to hold in one hand, with swollen pink nipples pointing upward.

"Is this okay?" she asked, tossing her top off her finger like a stripper.

I leaned back, speechlessly nodding.

She unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide to the ground. If she was wearing undergarments, I did not see them. "How about this?"

I nodded again and managed to whisper, "Yeah, it is more than okay." The festival was between sets, and I could hear a faint beat muffled through the tent walls along with the voices of nearby campers laughing.

"Your turn," she said, looking down and gesturing with her hands for me to take off my clothes. I ripped my shirt off in a second, then struggled to get my shorts off over a cock that was suddenly so hard it almost hurt.

She took two small steps forward so her legs were straddling mine, her neat little patch right in front of my face. She had a perfect little mound of honey colored hair with a clean, shaved pussy underneath. I smelled sweat, musk, and coconut oil as I wrapped my hands around her thighs and ass. They were just right for me to hold with both hands as I pulled her closer. My nose touched her slightly damp bush, and my tongue reached out to taste her. She was slick and salty like a delicious oyster. I savored her completely as her hands found the top of my head. She guided me gently, her hips swaying to show me what she wanted.

It felt like a split second and an eternity all at once. I slipped my middle fingers inside her pussy while softly sucking her clit, and she pressed my head deep into her with both hands. Finally, I felt her thighs tremble and her knees buckle as she tried to muffle a gasp. She crouched down slowly, and I dragged my tongue up her sweaty stomach as she moved. I raised my knees to catch her as those perky breasts reached my mouth, greedily sucking each nipple in turn. She let out a muffled squeal and pulled me close with both arms around my neck. But before long, a slender arm reached down to position my pulsing cock at her wet entrance. She pulled my head back and looked straight into my eyes as she slid down over my shaft, then leaned forward to lick her own juices off my face.

I was pretty dizzy, but I was sure I was falling in love. I kissed her back and savored everything I was learning about her: her firm lips, the faint peach fuzz on her skin, her ribs that I could barely feel as I stroked her torso. And, of course, a tight pussy stroking me firmly and confidently, as if she knew what I needed before I even did.

She reached for the pillow in the corner and pulled it behind my head, pushing me back with a hand on my chest as she rode me. I wanted this to last, but I could only rest my hands on her hips as she rubbed against me. She squeezed me tightly inside her, twisting slightly with every downward stroke while I tried to hold back. She lowered her hand to touch her clit and closed her eyes again.

"Babe, I am going to..." was all I managed to say, but she put a finger on my lips to hush me. She kept her rhythm, in sync with the beat filtering through the nylon walls. Then she reached back and ran her nails over my balls, and I exploded inside her, literally seeing fireworks as I helplessly held back my groans of pleasure.

She stayed there on top of me, tracing shapes on my chest with her fingertips. Finally, she whispered, "Give me your phone."

I fumbled around the tent until I found it and handed it to her without asking questions. She held it above my stomach, pointing it at herself as she lifted off my dick. I heard the camera shutter sound, and then she stood up. She pulled the towel over to wrap around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze one last time. She had already put her shorts and top back on before I could even gather my thoughts.

"Are you coming back?" I asked.

She blew me a kiss with her lips and zipped the tent flap shut behind her as she left.