Music Festival

Last summer I met a guy at an outdoor music festival I had traveled to with some friends.  Jay was at least twice my age. We hit it off when we were all tailgating in the parking lot, and we ended up spending most of the night smoking pot and talking in the back of his truck while everyone went into the main stage concert.  Between the cannabis, the music in the distance, and the laughter, the sexual chemistry was intense, and I could feel the desire building in my chest.  After taking a long pull from the joint, I pulled my shirt down and let my breasts out to feel the breeze.  I smiled at him as I licked my fingers wet the tips of my nipples.  A sat back and let the breeze work its magic.  As my nipples hardened, I could feel Jay's gaze on my chest.  I remember him shifting his body to come closer, and I told him that we were going to play without touching each other. He looked confused, so I had to explain...  It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him, because I definitely did.  But I had only had sex with a few guys and I had been dating each of them when it happened.  I said that I wanted to drink and talk and play.  I asked him if I could see his penis.  He paused for a moment and smiled, handed me the joint back, and started to undo his pants.  Even though it wasn't too bright of a night, the lights in the distance made it possible for me to see him pull it out of his pants.  He was already getting hard, but once he had it out and in his hand, he became fully aroused.  I loved it.  I wanted to touch him, but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, because I knew I wasn't going to have "actual" sex. I turned my body so we were facing each other more directly.  I sat back smoking the joint and parted my legs and bent my knees towards me.  I was wearing really short jean shorts that day, so when I opened my legs, I had easy access to play with myself.  I slid my shorts and panties to the side so Jay could see my pussy lips.  I told him that I enjoyed talking with him and wanted to see where the night took us.  Everyone I knew was still in the concert, so I didn't have to go meet back with them until later when they texted me afterwards.  I still had at least an hour left.  I remember hoping that there would be extra encores.  We started passing a bottle of Fireball back and forth while we talked.  We were instantly comfortable telling each other our secrets.  He confided in me about something that happened in his early twenties.  He had met his half-sister for the first time at a funeral and they ended up going and getting drinks with her later that night.  She was only two years younger than him, and he said it felt like he'd known her forever.  That kinship and the booze must've really gotten to them both, because he told me all the details of his night with her.  He told me that fucking her was the best sex he ever had.  Jay said it felt so "dirty," but that they felt so close that it "made sense" at the time.  He asked me if I thought he was gross or weird.  Maybe lot of girls would think that is weird, but I kinda understood where he was coming from, and I was so turned on. Jay was stroking his dick, and I touched my nipples with one hand while I began pinching and rubbing my clit. I confided in Jay that I have fantasies about my biological father that I've never met.  He lives halfway across the country, and (until last month) we had never talked.  I watched Jay spit on his hand and return it to his penis, picking up speed.  I began rubbing my pussy lips and squeezing my pelvic muscles to a rhythm.  I think my nipples were the hardest they've ever been.  When they are sensitive and exposed like that, I can make myself cum so much easier.  We just watched each other while we fucked ourselves, and it was one of the sexiest experiences of my life so far.  Between orgasms, we passed the Fireball back and forth and talked about our sister and daddy issues.  When the music ended and the crowds began returning to their cars, we decided to cum one more time together.  After that, we hugged and added each other on Facebook.  Jay lives in a different state, so we haven't seen each other since, but we like each other's posts sometimes.   A couple of weeks ago, I sent Jay a message on Facebook.  I had to tell him about how I found my biological father's phone number.  Jay is the only person I can talk to about this.  It's amazing how we can have such a strong connection even though we didn't even kiss. My biological father and I have now talked a few times on the phone and we've texted a little.  He wants to fly me out to see him.  Last weekend when there was a full moon, he told me that he smoked some pot outside and watched the sky.  I don't know why but it turned me on.  My fantasies about flying out to see him are consuming my thoughts.  I know it is "wrong," but when I think about it, I cannot help but want to sneak off and imagine him licking the tips my nipples while I sit on his lap...