Small-Town Festival

I was so happy to find a music festival nearby that was scheduled for the week my love would be here with me. We drove out there in high spirits. I thoroughly enjoy these small town festivals and Philippe was looking forward to experiencing a taste of the small town American lifestyle I'd grown up with.

It took forever to find a place to park the car; it seems this festival was more popular than I'd thought. We decided to roam the festival for a while to browse the vendor booths and do a little bit of shopping. Eventually, we got hungry and decided to order lunch from a stereotypically American food vendor. We took our hamburgers, hot dogs, cheese curds and funnel cakes to the center of the town where there were lots of picnic tables set up around a stage. There were a variety of local musicians taking turns entertaining the town. Philippe chose a table off to the side a bit, so we could talk in relative privacy.

I hadn't been terribly hungry so I set the rest of my food aside and waited for Philippe to finish. He was enjoying the sights, watching the band and studying the crowd. I was glad that he was enjoying himself, but I had to find a way to bring his attention back to me. I reached under the table and innocently placed my hand on his knee. I scooted a bit closer to him and he turned his head to give me a sweet, loving kiss. Once he started to watch the crowd again, I stealthily moved my hand up his thigh.

He gave me a look that said that he knew exactly what I was up to but I just chuckled and told him to look innocent. I reached for his zipper and opened his trousers so that I could wrap my hand around his delicious cock. He was so hard already that I couldn't help but moan with pleasure at the feel of him. I began to slowly pump my hand on his cock while he tried his best to appear innocent and prevent anyone getting suspicious of what we were up to. He slowly eased his hand below the table as well and released a little moan of arousal when he realized that I'd not worn anything beneath my skirt today.

Philippe's much more stoic than I am. Nobody would have been able to guess that I was doing anything to him, but the moment he touched my wetness a shudder went through me. Once he touches me, it's impossible for me to look innocent anymore with as lustful as I become. I was getting ready to gather our leftovers and drag him off to someplace secluded when he whispered in my ear that I was not allowed to go anywhere until he'd made me cum in front of all these people. I looked around the crowd with a terrified gaze, hoping that we were completely unnoticeable. Philippe pulled my knees on top of his so that we were angled more towards one another and so that my pussy was more easily accessible to him. He slipped a finger inside of me and used his thumb to torture my poor clit. He leaned towards me to whisper something in my ear and sneakily sucked on the sensitive area below my ear. The whole time I had my hand wrapped tightly around his cock but could hardly focus on playing with him when he was torturing me so. I knew damn well that I didn't look even half innocent any longer. My breathing was labored and I could feel my face growing more and more flushed with excitement.

I was doing my best to hide my reactions but out of the corner of my eye I noticed that another couple a few tables away was paying very close attention to what we were doing. I went very still from the shock and heard Philippe chuckle softly by my ear. "They're not the only ones," he told me and I couldn't help but moan aloud from the mixed emotions of lust, embarrassment, and fear of being caught. I quickly forced myself to be quiet again but then Philippe slipped another finger inside of me. I was so close to orgasm that I had barely enough time to turn my head and catch his mouth in a forceful kiss to muffle my orgasm noises. He had so much precum on his cock that I knew he wasn't nearly as unaffected as he looked.

I was desperate to have his cock inside of me. My belly had that strangely painful hollow feeling that doesn't go away until I fill the void with his manhood. I reluctantly released his cock so I could pack our leftovers back in the bag to take with us. In a gruff voice, Philippe told me to leave the godforsaken food and when I looked at him I knew I'd better obey. He was so turned on that I was almost afraid he'd bend me over the picnic table and fuck me in front of this crowd of hundreds.

He grabbed my hand and told me he'd seen a possible place. I could hardly keep up as he dragged me over to the vendor booths. There were four booths arranged at a corner and sure enough, there was a little alcove in behind them all. I wanted to lie with our heads towards the opening of the secluded area but Philippe had other ideas. He told me to lie with my feet towards the opening so that if anyone were to walk by they would have a lovely view of my legs wrapped around his waist and his handsome ass as he fucked me.

Once I was lying how he wanted me to, he placed a hand over my mouth to help me stay silent. He drove his cock into me so hard and so suddenly that it threw me into an instant orgasm. Philippe told me to loosen my legs and when I did, he placed my knees on his shoulders so he could really fuck me deep. I reached my hands around his legs to hold on tightly to his back. I was writhing with pleasure on the grass beneath him, and somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that I'd probably have some grass stains on my white blouse when we were done. I didn't care, though, I wanted the world to know that I'm his to use whenever and however he wants. As he fucked me, he was talking dirty into my ear. He was speaking in French and even though I couldn't understand half of what he was telling me, the meaning of the words was clear and his gorgeous accent was sending shivers all through my body.

He felt so wonderful and the pressure was building up so quickly that as soon as he said he was cumming, I lost all control and joined him in a very strong mutual orgasm. We reached for one another's mouths and were kissing deeply when I suddenly grew aware of some murmuring behind him.

He'd heard it too. He quickly pulled out of me and fastened his trousers back up. He flipped the front of my skirt down over my dripping pussy and turned around to face our audience. There, at the entrance to our little alcove stood the couple from the picnic tables. The woman was very red in the face and smiling shyly at us. The man held out a bag towards Philippe and said that they'd gathered our food together for us so that we could finish our lunch.

We thanked them and Philippe handed me one of the napkins to quickly clean myself up. When I finally climbed to my unsteady feet, we held hands and brushed past the other couple on our way out of the scene of the crime. Philippe and the other man exchanged a glance and as we passed them, I heard the woman let out a giggling shriek as they took our place. Philippe and I sat down on the grass to finish our lunch just a few feet from the entrance so that we could watch them pleasure one another exactly as we'd just done. I honestly couldn't remember ever having had so much fun at a small town festival.