A true story from the 2000s!
Myself and my Dutch girlfriend go off to the fireworks at the end of the Edinburgh festival at Princes St Gardens. At about 10.20 we go off to 'have a pee' before the show got underway, but we had our own plans to fulfil.
So we walk past the rather unhygienic portable toilets and quickly slip into the undergrowth heading for a spot that I had discovered the weekend before when I had scoped out the terrain. There is a very small clearing - about roughly a 10 foot circle amongst the bushes and shrubs between the main gardens, and a path that supposedly leads to the underground tunnel that goes in to the castle. We are about 20 yards from the edge of the trees with thousands of people sitting on the grass in the gardens waiting for the fun to begin, and 15-20 yards the other way is the path where some of the police, ambulance and fire engine are parked to cope with any emergencies.
To say I was excited is a gross understatement - I'd been in a state of arousal all day, even all week. On the night itself I am almost trembling with anticipation and I am in a state of complete arousal.
Alice is dressed warmly, wearing a pair of jeans, two sweat shirts, thick socks and no underwear. In the pub I lean over to Alice and say "only 2 and a half hours to go" and she juices up immediately so she tells me later.
So at 10.20 we pick our way among the people sitting on the grassy bank facing the castle to go to "the loo" supposedly.
We are in this small clearing, and began to kiss. I am terribly excited but still a bit jumpy as any noise makes me stop and look around. Then the sound of the orchestra warming up begins and this was loud. and anyone could have sneaked up and we wouldn't hear them. Alice can tell that I am excited as my cock is bulging in my jeans. She is rubbing it with the palm of her hand and she begins to kiss and lick my neck. The music suddenly stops, and so do we. The announcer says that the concert is about to start. I begin to tug at the belt on her jeans, when the concert starts along with the first set of fireworks. I undo the zip of her jeans and slide my hand into her jeans, over her trimmed pubes and onto her very damp pussy.
The noise from the orchestra and the bangs and whoosh of the fireworks mean that we can be as loud as we want and she tells me that she wants me to lick her. Alice lays on the ground on my waterproof Barbour coat and I move my head between her legs. The jeans are around her ankles and she raises her legs in the air while I kneel in front of her, head between her legs and my hands pushing her thighs back as I sink my tongue into her soaking pussy, stealing quick licks at her clit and asshole. Alice is looking upwards seeing fireworks exploding above her head - a myriad of colours - blue, orange green. And then it goes quiet! The first musical piece has finished and the applause and cheers of the audience are clearly audible - are they cheering for us!! Alice is close to coming and has to push me off until the music and fireworks start again which it does after a minute or so. A few more licks and she is coming - really fucking coming and shouting and swearing in Dutch with the intensity of it as the fireworks were exploding not just above her but inside her too.
I lift my come stained face up from her pussy and she licks off as much of her musky scent as she can from my face, my lips and my mouth. She is begging to be fucked and tells me to take my jeans off. A frustrating couple of minutes follow as she undoes her boots, and slips just one of her legs free from her jeans. We are both so hot for it that we can’t wait any longer. I breathlessly tell her I know a good spot to fuck and pull her to her feet and propel her a few feet into the undergrowth carrying my jacket in my the other hand. We stop next to this big tree and Alice knows I want to fuck her against the tree. But first she has to let my poor cock out from the confines of my jeans. The belt has been half undone earlier, so in a few seconds my jeans are down to my knees and my cock springing up to attention. It appears to shrink initially on exposure to the cold night air, but after a couple of seconds it swells up to its usual splendour, if not even bigger.
It is dark, the only illumination coming from the fireworks. She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her warm soft mouth. I don't want to come in her mouth, as wonderful as that is. I point out that this particular tree has a couple of branches about 6-7 foot high and she knows what I want her to do. She stands with her back to the tree and reaches up to the branches on either side of the tree. My cock was poking between her belly button and the top of her trimmed pubes. She lifts herself up slightly with the aid of the branches and my cock rubs over her pubes and grazes her clit briefly. A bit of adjustment by myself and I slip inside her very wet pussy, and she eases herself down slightly onto me. Her bum is rubbing against the rough bark of the tree as I begin to pulse against her, bending my knees then thrusting myself into her as deep as I can.
She tries to match my rhythm by lifting herself slightly with her arms and dropping as I pumped into her. Alice looks up and tries to take in the fireworks but all she can concentrate on is the orgasm that is building up inside her. Then the music stops again!! This is probably a good thing as I stop pumping into her until the music and fireworks star again, and it delays my climax. I can see through the undergrowth all the lights from the people sitting on the grassy bank and again their cheers are for us and not the fireworks!!
After a minute or so the music and fireworks start up again and so do my thrusts into her, and she begins again to raise herself and drop onto my cock. After a couple of minutes she begins to lose control and has to let go of the branches and drape her arms over my shoulders, and my thrusts get more and more frantic as I can feel her muscles spasming around my cock and her moans and cries loud in my ear. A couple of big thrusts and it is my turn to cry out as I unload my come inside her.
We cling onto each other for a few minutes, my cock softening slowly inside her, allowing some of my come to slip out of her pussy and slowly dribble down the insides of her thighs.
Finally she uncrosses her legs from around my back and very gingerly place them on my coat which is at the base of the tree. I have to support her for a minute or so as her legs are feeling a bit unsteady. Alice looks at my face which is sporting a huge grin, and we burst out laughing. This starts a bout of hysterical laughter between the both of us as we begin to sort out our clothing. It is easy enough for me to just hike up my pants and jeans and zip myself up, but Alice has to try and get her leg into the jeans leg that was hanging loose. I tell her to lean against the tree and lift her leg up. Then I slip my hand between her legs, sliding my fingers up the side of her thighs, picking up the residue of my and her orgasms on my fingers, and I do the same with her soaking pussy, rubbing her clit for a few seconds with my knuckles. She slumps against me as she feels another orgasm suddenly appearing from nowhere, and I pull my come soaked hand away, and lifted it to her mouth. I hold it between our mouths as we lick and suck at my fingers, my other hand slipping between her legs and bringing her off with a few expert probes into her wet pussy and over her clit, the wet sounds being heard above the cacophony of sound produced by the orchestra and the fireworks. Still trembling in the aftermath of this further climax, she manages to move her leg into her jeans, and get herself zipped up. Still a bit unsteady on her legs, she clings on to me as we make our way to the edge of the undergrowth. There is a steady stream of people going to and from the portaloos so we slip out from the bushes and re-join the throng.
'Where did you get to' was the refrain when we rejoined our friends at the picnic - it was now about 10.50, we had been gone for about half an hour. I mumbled something about queues at the loos and that we had watched the fireworks from a bridge at the bottom of the gardens. Nobody was convinced but the subject was dropped as we sat back to watch the rest of the fireworks
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