Bonnaroo Pt. 01

CHAPTER 1 - The Road to Roo

The RV shimmered beneath the morning sun, sleek and white. Adam leaned against it, arms crossed, dark beard trimmed neat, his black sunglasses reflecting the stretch of highway they were about to chase. He wore a black tee that hugged his dad-bod frame and cargo shorts that made him look deceptively casual. His hazel eyes tracked her every step as she walked toward him from the car, pulling her luggage behind her, smirking.

Krystal was electric. Brown skin glowing, her tight black crop top barely covering the under-curve of her small breasts. Her shorts were vintage denim--frayed high on the thigh, hugging her perky ass like they were painted on. A few curls from her dark, wild hair fell into her eyes. The sleeve of tattoos on her left arm caught the sunlight with every step. She rolled her luggage up to the RV, pulled her sunglasses down her nose, and looked up at him.

"Tell me again," she said, voice low and teasing, "why didn't we do this sooner?"

Adam grinned. "Because we were trying to be responsible adults."

"Gross," she muttered, climbing the RV steps. "That ends now."

Inside, the air smelled of leather and lemon cleaner. She looked around--bed in the back, kitchenette, plush captain's chairs. She reached the back and tossed her bag on the bed, then spun to face him.

"So," she said, already starting to sway a little to their Bonnaroo 2025 Playlist being played through the stereo. "What goodies did you bring?"

He lifted his gray duffel and unzipped it partway--condoms, lube, Bluetooth speaker, liquor bottles, and a black velvet pouch she immediately recognized.

"Oh," Krystal purred. "You really brought all the good stuff."

He stepped closer, hands sliding over her hips. "You ready to misbehave?"

"That depends," she pretended to think for a moment. "Is having my tits out and dancing till the sun comes up misbehaving?"

"Not in my book. That's just what we came to do," Adam said, brushing her curls back and placing a kiss just under her ear.

They pulled out onto the highway, Krystal curled in the passenger seat with one bare foot on the dash, sipping a White Claw and letting her hand drift across towards Adam, casually playing with his recently shaved head.

The miles disappeared behind them as they let the playlist get them excited for the upcoming weekend.

Hours later, they pulled into a rest stop surrounded by nothing but trees and silence. Adam parked in the back corner of the lot, engine humming to a stop. Krystal slid out of her seat and climbed over to straddle him.

She whispered, lowering herself so her lips brushed his, "How about a quickie before we get back on the road?"

Adam's hands settled on her waist. His voice was calm, steady, but his eyes were already burning.

"Doesn't have to be a quickie, we've got nothing, but time," he said. "And I'd love a sneak peak of what's to come in the next few days."

Krystal leaned back slightly and peeled off her crop top, her breasts free, nipples already hard in the air-conditioned RV. Adam's breath deepened, but his hands didn't move--yet.

She leaned into his ear and purred, "What if I give you more than just a peek?" before leaning back and giving him a full view of her naked tits glistening in the sun as she gyrated her hips on his growing bulge.

Adam looked out the window, seeing the rest stop a football field away. He could see people walking to their cars, but knew they couldn't make out what was happening in the RV from that distance.

In an instance, he lifted her up, leaned her against the steering wheel, and unbuttoned his shorts. Before Krystal even realized what he was doing, she felt his thumbs in the side of her jean shorts and with one quick yank, he had pulled her shorts and panties up to her knees and then spun her around to the driver's chair. She loved when he took her like that.

With one hand holding her ankles, he leaned the seat back giving them extra room. Looking down, he felt his mouth salivate as he looked down at his wife - legs in the air, with her wet slit gleaming in a sunbeam.

Krystal reached down and grabbed Adam's manhood, guiding it to her heat. "I've been wanting this since your foot first pressed on the gas," she said lustfully.

Adam felt her soft folds part around the tip of his shaft. Slowly pushing inside; he moaned as he felt her moistness offering little resistance - like her body was giving him sensual wet kisses and thanking him for his visit.

Krystal leaned back and with her mouth agape, silently she locked eyes with him. Feeling herself stretch around his length for the first time. A light whimper escaped her lips as she felt him lovingly work himself deeper inside of her.

It wasn't long until Adam's entire hardness was filling her. Her whimpers turned to moans, loud and unashamed, echoing off the interior of the vehicle. A sound that would be repeated countless times in the upcoming week.

She could feel Adam treating her to powerful, but slow strokes. Like he was taking his time with her pleasure, making sure she felt the void of him pulling out and the feeling of being completely filled, over and over again.

Krystal's body rocked in the captain's chair. Her hips lifting and meeting him when he got to his deepest inside of her. The air filled with the sounds of moaning, panting, and the deliciousness of her warm sex.

It wasn't long until Adam couldn't take any more and pulled out, aimed his weapon at her naked tits and exploded. With a loud groan he covered her. The irony of having such a sexually charged moment in the parking lot of a rest stop was not lost on him.

Lightly collapsing on top of her and catching his breath, Adam murmured, "This is going to be a wild weekend."

With the windows fogged, the RV sat quiet and still in the corner of the lot, their breathing the only sound left in the hush after. Krystal's arms wrapped around him, stroking the small of his back as she kissed his jaw, then his neck.

"Well," she murmured, smiling against his skin, "that was a great start to our week."

"Well I just didn't want to arrive at Bonnaroo still tense," he replied.

Krystal laughed and pulled away, reaching for a nearby towel. "That's your version of stretching before the workout, huh?"

Adam just smirked, adjusting himself and zipping up as she slid back into the passenger seat. She tossed him a cold drink from the mini fridge and propped her feet on the dash again.

"You know," she said, taking a long swig of water, "that was, like, a solid 8.5."

He gave her a sidelong glance. "Out of ten?"

"Mmhmm." She bit her bottom lip, grinning. "I'm saving the tens for the festival."

Adam started the engine, his smirk deepening as he watched her try to clean my mess off of her. "I'll make sure to work on my aim or else you're going to need backup outfits."

They pulled back onto the road, the day slipping into golden hour. Trees gave way to billboards, and eventually to the dusty, pulsing world of Bonnaroo-- cars lined up for miles, tie-dyed flags waving, people dancing barefoot beside tents and vans as they waited to enter.

Krystal leaned out the window, letting the warm breeze whip through her hair. Her phone buzzed with a notification: Welcome to Bonnaroo!

She turned to Adam. "We made it."

They finally rolled through the gates, getting waved in by a festival volunteer in a sequined vest and heart-shaped glasses. Dust rose around them as the RV crawled through the campgrounds, searching for their designated spot. Krystal was practically bouncing in her seat.

"There," she said, pointing. "Corner spot by the trees. Shade. Space for our tent. Perfect."

They parked and got to work--unrolling extension cords, hanging solar lights, assembling the 10x10 pop-up tent with blackout curtains. Inside, they laid down rugs, positioned a strobe light, and set up a portable speaker that could shake the panels.

Next to the pop up tent, they erected one last interactive experience: a spinning "Dare Wheel." Brightly colored segments labeled with things ranging from innocent to naughty and a grab bag of prizes for anyone completes the dare. Krystal stood back and clapped once with delight.

"This is going to be fun," she said.

"We're pretty good party planners," Adam replied, pulling her in for a kiss.

Krystal unpacked her clothing next: tiny bralettes, sheer mesh tops, pasties, fishnets, body glitter, strappy thongs, and all-black combat boots.

As they set up, they saw a cute girl wearing a shirt that said, "I'll grind on you to house music and maybe make out with your girlfriend.'"

Adam stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Seems like you have a few kindred spirits here."

Night fell over Bonnaroo like a dream, and the first basslines echoed across the dusty fields.

Krystal adjusted her straps and stepped into the pop up tent, the strobe catching the glint of sweat at her collarbone. Adam followed, turning up the music.

"Let's enjoy our first dance alone," she whispered, dancing in the center, body lit up by the flickering lights.

Adam smiled and stepped closer to her, excited by what the weekend would bring.