1. Jamaican Night


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Lulip, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I read on the internet that this weekend was the ‘freezy’ festival in my town, three nights of free live music, street food and DJs. I decided to go on that same Friday night to enjoy the atmosphere and the crowd even though I didn’t know any of the artists playing. My flat-mate Marcus decided to tag along. He checked with me whether his converse or shoes complemented his casual shorts and marcel outfit and we went for the classier shoes to give him a more mature look. Between me in my colourful summer dress and him showing off his toned arms, we looked like an attractive couple walking into the concert hall, although we were both single and I did not want to appear taken. We did a first round of the room. I listened to some hardcore metal with a huge grin on my face as it reminded me of my excited teenage years, but Marcus couldn’t stand more than a few songs. I could not understand the lyrics from a Tyrolean singer songwriter so we quickly went on and settled on a fusion-reggae band that was energetic and positive. While dancing modestly to the music I kept my eyes open for other friendly faces or good looking men but I could not find any so far. I felt like moving a bit more but Im living with Marcus simply as friends and I did not want to tease him or put a sexual undertone in our relationship. I just kept smiling at a man in a wheelchair on my left who just looked puzzled by the attention. Nothing much was happening so we decided to walk around the different rooms ...
    again, and then try hitting the DJ parties. We shared a strange German style vegetarian curry and went to the larger room where a Jamaican party was supposed to take place. People were still relaxing around the dance floor after the previous concert and only a handful of people were dancing, very slowly, to the warm up tracks. Marcus and I were already a bit tired and sick of waiting so we decided to go heat up that dance floor and then go home. It was the first time we danced together even though we had talked about it a lot as I take classes almost every evening and had been telling him about it. I felt that I had to bust some moves so even though the music wasn’t quite right I started swaying my hips and rotating my torso in rhythm. He seemed to appreciate my arms shooting straight above my head and sensuously brushing my hair on the way down. Marcus got into a street dancing groove, marking the beat with his knees and hips. Simple, but I have to admit it was more in style than my Latin twisting and rolling. People started trickling onto the dance floor and, after a few more songs, a good atmosphere was building up. My attention kept going back to a group of tall men that were moving in a real Jamaican style. It was very minimalist, their long legs bent with the knees going from one side to the other with a soft sway of the hips and arms loosely swinging. I didn’t make a move right away but let my eyes roam the room. A lot of guys had girls with them but I couldn’t tell whether ...
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