He leans over and I meet him halfway, wanting this, him, just as much. Our lips meet and we kiss, all the sexual energy flooding back. I gasp, clutching him.
There are people pressing against us on all sides, wanting to get through, some dancing and some yelling. Everyone here at the festival came for a good time and nobody pays much attention to us as we kiss again.
“Come on, let’s go to the beach front or into the lighthouse.” He leads me and I follow, my dress billowing behind me.
We had been talking about glory holes and my boyfriend had wanted us to go visit a Glory Hole Club together for a while. I have never been keen honestly but lately he had been pressing the issue more and more, telling me it is a fantasy of his to watch me. I am really hesitant about it, not really liking the idea of playing with other dicks.
Reluctantly, I agree that one night we would go along and just see what it was like. He is so excited and made it sound like fun and as we were solid together, there were not going to be any issues. He suggests I dress sexily so I feel the mood better.