Dropping Inn at the Beer Fest - Sex Stories

Dropping Inn at the Beer Fest

... they looked scratchy. There were tea towels, and beach towels. The beach towels looked too cheaply made to stand up to the job you needed them for. Then you saw some thin polyester blankets that were being sold to keep you warm watching the performances on the stage after it got dark. Again, too thin to do the job on its own.

You bought one of the thick woven cloth blankets, and then one of the thin polyester blankets. They should lay on top of each other, be comfortable and soft enough, and not move too much. You wandered around a little more and found someone selling shaved ice. You got a pink one, just because you didn't want to turn your tongue blue.

Heading back to the tent for the Dew Drop Inn, you took half a second to pull your skirt up and stretch your knitted bikini top to make the holes a little more obvious. At the booth, you stood out of the line, back from the counter but in clear line of sight for Brandon. You started eating your shaved ice, sucking on the spoon, and letting a little dribble down your chin before licking it off. When Brandon got half a second to look your way, you spread your legs and flipped up your skirt. He got a quick view of your pussy and grinned broadly like a fat man looking at a chocolate cake. You turned around and sauntered off to the picnic bench you'd found earlier.

At the picnic bench, you draped the thick cloth over the top of the picnic table and down to cover part of the bench. Then you laid the other blanket on top ...

... of it and confirmed that it wouldn't move if you had your weight on it. You heard Brandon start to approach. You pulled the back of your skirt all the way up and bent over the bench and then spread your knees. You grabbed the lotion, squirted a good dollop on the first two fingers of your right hand and rubbed it over your asshole. Brandon said, "What did I do to deserve a special treat like this?"

"You didn't get much more than a blow job from me last time, so I thought I'd make up for it. I'm keeping my pussy ... open... until later today."

You spread the lotion over your ass a little more, and then probed in with a couple of fingers, smearing more lotion in and around your opening. You turned back to look over your shoulder. He was still fully dressed.

"Are you going to stand there fully clothed, or are you going to show me your bartender's swizzle stick?"

Brandon disrobed, unbuttoning his shirt so you could see his tight abs with just a little sheen of sweat. His pants came off, and his cock sprang erect. You still loved the size and proportions of his cock - the width was normal but well balanced by the longer than normal length. Shaking your butt at him again, you reached behind you with the bottle of lotion. "I'm not going to do all the work, buddy. Get yourself nice and lubed up".

You were still looking back, but you couldn't really see what he was doing. You heard a splutting sound of lotion coming out of the tube and then the sounds of a hand stroking ...