Wow, the office is completely dead today. If anyone wants to chat, give me a shout. Here is a story to kick things off.

When I was in my early 20s, I was a promoter for music festivals. During one particular multi-day festival I was at one of the food booths picking up the till to do a money drop. On the other side of the counter was this gorgeous girl. She was probably 5’9” (I’m 6’4”), with dark hair, wearing this knitted bikini top thing that barely held her firm tits and cutoff shorts. I wasn’t working the booth but I had a hard time not noticing her.

She was trying to buy food but the employee working the booth told her that her card was declined. She said “Fuck!” and started walking away. Watching her walk away was almost as pleasant as watching her front. I quickly finished gathering the till and ran to catch up with her.I ran up to her and said, “Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t able to buy any food. You hungry?”

“I don’t need some random dude to buy me food.”

“I’m not trying to buy you anything. I have to run by the management trailer first, but after I’m done there, I can get you backstage and there is a hospitality tent with tons of free food.”

“Really?”

“Sure, once I get you past security, nobody will check to see if you have a pass. You can stay as long as you want, just realize after you leave you won’t be able to get back in.”

“That’s amazing. Thanks.”

As we walked to the management trailer she told me that she was camping with some friends but they got split up a few hours ago. She was really looking forward to seeing some band I can’t remember, etc. After I dropped off the money, I walked her to the backstage entrance, flashed my badge, and told security she is with me. I showed her where the hospitality tent was and I swear to god her nipples started poking through that knitted bra.

“I’d stay but I’ve got work I have to do.”

“Seriously, you have to leave? This is amazing and I can’t thank you enough.”

“Wish I could but I have to be at the front gate in five minutes.”

“That’s enough time.”

She then grabbed my hand and pulled me in between two of the tour buses. She immediately dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my pants, pulled my already hard dick out, and started giving me the best blow job in my life. This girl knew what she was doing and was determined to make me cum. She had one hand wrapped around my shaft and sucking it. Within maybe two minutes, she could tell I was close, swallowed the whole length, and looked up into my eyes as I sent what seemed like buckets down her throat. She pulled it out of her mouth, licked it clean, stood up, and buttoned my pants back up.

“Jesus. That was incredible. Thank you.”

“No, thank you. However, when you get off, find me because I need to fuck that dick. My pussy is aching.”

I left and went to the front gate in a daze. Unfortunately, I never saw her again, but almost 20 years later, I still think about her.

If anyone wants to chat, I should be online for a few hours trying to avoid doing any actual work.