Skills of Trex

It had been a long year. She had let herself go. The past 12 month were difficult. Being active had fallen by the wayside for the joys of bottles of wine and Netflix binging. Hibernating.

However, the past few months had be a turn-around point. Money was rolling in. Things were smoothing out. Sighing, she looked in the mirror at the body that used to be tighter, firmer. Watching her intake and working out over the past month had paid off, but not big. Still, better. Better than 90% of the trash out there. She had taken time for a nice pedi, bought a new outfit that enhanced the curves that she would always have, workouts or not. A bottle of wine being her company, she showered, shaved and took a good 30 minutes to groom below.. a place largely ignored for a time, but now rediscovered. She smiled and admired her self given wax job. Sliding her hands down her belly, over the 'landing strip' and on to the clean, smooth outer lips, parting them slightly, admiring the hairlessness of her pussy, her sensitive clit gently poking out from them. Even this gentle caress caused a little wave of pleasure she hadn't felt for awhile. She was tempted to lay back on her bed to explore her new home wax job to climax, but instead enjoyed the warmth and twitch of her own tease job.

It was a long winter. Finally, a fun, outdoor gathering was on the horizon. It was warm enough for skirt and tee shirt during the day, and a hoodie at night for drum circles and fires. It was her favorite time of year. The music line up was good. So was the potential for some fun dirty business. Even though she wasn't totally pleased with her body, it was better than before and she was pretty sure she could turn some heads. She had some skills, ya know.. good ones. All she had to do was catch someones attention and the rest... well that would remain to unfold.

At the festival site, she picked the spot for her home for the weekend. Not too close to the action, not too far away. Taking her time with some chardonnay and red bull, she jammed out to her newest favorite Pandora Station, Paloma Faith... and took her time setting up her tent, placing candles, stocking the 'bar' chilling wine, beer, food. Not a plan in mind, except for planning on being bad.

Milling about, checking out the scene, drink in hand, hoop over shoulder, she roamed the site she would call home for the next 72 hours. There were some pretty girls, pretty dudes... quelling the voice in the back of her head telling her she wasn't good enough, she answered back with a fuck you, I'm good, and I have skills.

The music started. She was unfamiliar with the band, but the jam was good. Self consciously, she grabbed her old friend, the hoop,and tossed it strangely around her waist. It felt awkward, so many better hoopers around her. But the music... it was so good. Closing her eyes, all the good stuff came back She was one with the hoop. Up, down. Over the head, around the back, over the elbow, pop, toss, catch, reverse and jump thru. The sweet old combo came surprisingly easy. Opening her eyes, she locked stares with a guy watching her. He was tall, dark and handsome, but too bad there was a girl attached to him... at least she wasn't much to look at. By the looks of her, she hadn't seen anything but the inside of a bar in a long time. Pudgy and soft. Too bad. Turning away from him, she smiled back at the girl smiling at her. The girl approached and asked about asked about the toss and jump thru, "can you show me?"

She and her new friend played, enjoyed the music and exchanged hoop tricks. Why are girls so sexy when they play? Her fresh, clean pussy twitched slightly watching her new friend. Dudes rocked, but girls were pretty cool, too. But her mind fell back on the random dude with the flabby girlfriend. What was it about him?

The evening went on. The night got cooler and the music got hotter. Fires started popping up here and there. She was getting a little buzzy and so was her new female friend. They were dancing, flirting getting close. She could smell her perfume. Was this girl feeling twitchy, too? Seemed so. Feeling bold and and forward, she started dancing closer to her new friend, playfully reaching for her hips from behind. Her friend responded in kind, grabbing her wrists and pulling her closer. They were now dancing, pussy to ass, playing, grinding, Her hoop friend smelled so good, looked so pretty and felt so soft. She welcomed the tingling feeling between her legs. She came here to fuck. Pussy or cock. She liked them both. She missed that hot feeling of wanting, but now it was back. God, she just wanted to fuck. To dance. To eat, suck, cum, dance, grind and let go. She got bold and ran her hands down her dance partners stomach, between her thighs and felt that heat, that smoothness... fuck! Girl or guy? They are both so good. Lost in thought, she looked up and there he was, AGAIN looking at her. Was he looking hungry, too? She thought he was, but then... there was the girl hanging on him, still. A little evil thought crossed her mind. Boldly, she took her dancing girls face in her hands, looked directly in his eyes and kissed the little hottie girl on the mouth, closing her eyes, tongue seeking tongue, fire now in her pussy. Wetness. Juice. This was good. Fucking good. Opening her eyes, seeking the man. He was watching, evil in his eyes and a dark smile. She noticed he had dropped pudgy's hand.

The night grew later, her little hooper friend had played tickle and tease, gotten her hornier has hell, and skipped off to better whatevers. Not an issue. She picked up her hoop and moved on from the stage. There was a good band playing in the barn nearby. Maybe there was some action inside. Between feeling up some chicks thighs, stomach and pussy and catching the attention of "the dark man", she was sure if she didn't get to fuck tonight she would surely die. she was working on a sweet buzz, felt great. First and foremost on her mind was fucking. Deep and hard. She had skills.

In the barn, the music was pumping, hot. Scanning the crowd for something, anything, but not finding it, she let herself get caught in the swirl of the music, shutting out everything and dancing. High and buzzed, it was a good night. But she wanted a great night. If there was just something to fuck!

Taking a break, she walked back to her back to refill her red solo cup, and there.. there he was. The dark man. Looking at her. Smiling like... fuck. Like he needed it and wanted it, from her! He approached easily, drink in had and complimented her on her hooping skills, on how much he loved this band and how many times he's seen them. She asked where his "shadow" was to which he replied, a bit scathing that she was passed out drunk, as usual. Bitch couldn't hang. He said maybe he could reply in kind and ask her where HER shadow was. Laughing, she explained she was just some girl that she didn't know. He said that watching us kiss was phenom hot and was hoping to run into us both. Laughing, she replied, "I don't need her.. I have other skills, too' Smiling, he replied that he bet she does.

she grabbed his hand boldly and took him to the side of the stage to dance. For the second time that evening her pussy was on fire! And wet. Dripping in fact. It felt so good, this desire. And there's nothing that makes a girl wanna fuck like a fresh, groomed, bare clean wax job. jesus. she wanted to fuck him hard. And by the way he was moving with her, she was pretty sure that the passed out bitch back at his place was the last thing on his mind.

I'm out of wine she said to him between sets, I have more at my tent. Well, he countered, why we hanging out here then?

Walking back to the tent with him, she was pretty sure the tension she was feeling wasn't hers alone. Back at the tent she poured the wine. what was it about those damn red solo cups that invite fun trouble? God she wanted him. They looked at each other. Seemingly, like she was not in her body, she reached out, grabbed the waist band of his jeans and said, "i want to suck your cock" where the hell did that come from she wondered? but she just wanted to fuck.. someone, anyone, and this dude was pretty hot, fun and right here in front of her.

Setting down his red solo cup, he said best news I've heard in weeks. pulling her hand to his zipper, she unzipped him, dropped to her knees and pulled out a sweet, large, hard cock. jesus christ, she thought, I'm a lucky girl, but then, he's a lucky man, because she has skills...

Slowly she began licking the head of his big beautiful cock. It tasted so smooth and amazing. she sucked on its thick head slowly taking him deeper and deeper. every time she pulled back, she ran her tongue underneath the shaft and up along the head before plunging his cock deeper into her mouth, groaning, he sunk down to the ground and lay back, pulling off his jeans. Oh god. he's shaved. Such a hot turn on! Now was her time to shine. she loved sucking cock. LOVED it! She straddled him, the fire between her legs intense. wet. dripping. mouthing his sweet cock, she put a hand between her legs and felt the hotness, the juice. she wanted to fuck. but first she was going to blow... his mind. going deeper, taking his cock, she tried to relax her throat, wanted all of him.

He was moaning. saying no one has sucked him like that for a long time. he was getting harder... she took his big cock, but it wasn't easy. using all her skills, she took him down her throat. sucking, swallowing, making him grind and moan, fuck me... I want your mouth, I want your pussy, I want your ass I want it all.

Yanking her skirt, she straddled him. She had on no panties. All day. Who has time for that shit? He was so hard! But she had skills. She knew she could get more. More than he knew. She wanted to fuck and wasn't messing around. His cock was already slippery from her mouth. She impaled herself on his now massive cock. all the way down. They both groaned with the intensity between them This was hot, hard and needed. She loved being on top. she wiggled herself on top of him until she felt him deep deep inside. He was moaning "no woman ever, no woman ever... spreading her knees further, she took him even deeper, barely moving, grinding down moving side to side. Barely moving her body but moving the earth and the universe none the less. She had skills...

He was grabbing her hips, moving her, breathing hoarsely, no woman has ever ever fucked me like this... I'm.. part of you, we are like one.. I can't... never felt this before. She was at her edge, not yet... she climbed off him and before he could protest, she had him in her mouth, deep, back of the throat, sucking him, unbelievably bigger.. He said he'd never been so hard. Back on top she mounted him. So deep so deep bottoming out. Her fav band was still playing. The night was amazing, the season just starting and she was finally fucking someone and it was good, better than good, was amazing. She ground, deeper and harder the feeling was so intense, so amazing, he filled her up completely and then some, her wetness off the charts. She grabbed his hands and put them around her throat... choke me she begged him, bring me to the edge. It was his first time, but he obliged, squeezing, increasing the pressure. He thought it was strange at first, but she was getting off on it so hard, he quickly got into it, closing her throat, feeling the breath leaving her. She leaned into his hand, helping him choke her, the darkness increasing, her head swimming, losing lights, losing music, just being one with this strangers cock, his hands, his body. The orgasm on the edge, she decided not to hold off any longer and let herself go, head back almost screaming and squirting, yes, coming, coming coming and drenching this little hottie surprise of the weekend. She came for what seemed like minutes. He reached up and pulled her down on his body, whispering, yelling all kinds of sweet dirty, hot nastiness in her ear, but especially saying no one, no one has ever fucked him like that and how feeling her hot juice running all over him was so hot so sexy, so amazing.

Flipping this girl over, hard as hell, still, harder than he has ever been, he spread her legs and buried his head between her thighs, lapping up all her juices. god, he had heard about a girl coming like that but never had it, until now. It was so hot, and pretty much sex would be lame from here on out unless he could have a chick that sucked his dick an extra bit in between fucking him and fucking him again to finish the job when he was even bigger and harder. She tasted so amazing, so clean, shaved pussy was so good. Why didn't all girls do that?

He decided it was his turn to come, in the way he liked best. He liked it rough and he found someone who was willing and happy to take it too. He flipped her over on her knees to take her from behind. She obliged, spreading her knees, backing into him, taking him. Boldly, her grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine and to his enjoyment, she loved it, took it, and backed into him harder. He couldn't believe his good luck, happening upon this pretty and fun girl willing to take (and give) some pain, taking it to the edge. Burying his thick cock into her, his way this time, she just kneeled against him, taking it like a good girl. She was still wet and slippery from squirting and drenching him, god he'd NEVER forget that== ever! He tried to hang on but the thought of her sucking out an extra inch, grinding and drenching him was to much. He came like a wild animal, she, drenching him in return. Such amazing sex!

Breathlessly, they laid together for a bit and got up to go back to the barn, the band was damn good. Parting as the sun came up, she packed up her tent the next morning, still glowing. as she was leaving the grounds, she lamented that she had forgotten to pick up a couple CDs or a tour poster or anything from the shows. That was when she felt his come leave her inside and drip slowly and hotly down her thigh. She smiled and decided that that was memory enough. It was going to be a good summer. She has skills, after all...