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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. rus escort 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 yenimahalle escort 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 they had just met or came together. I was about to make my way to jam with the Jamaican dancers when I made eye contact with a man I had noticed before. His dancing blended in but his body and face were especially beautiful. He had jet black dread locks and shaved sides and had a thin yet athletic medium body build that I liked. His face caught my attention: cheek bones standing out in an unusual contrast with his otherwise very African features, like full lips and black pupils shining on the bright white of his eyes. Lust must have shone through my glance because he came to me and started dancing close to me, but without making physical contact. I could see him studying Marcus out of the corner of his eyes, which I was doing as well to gauge his reaction. When no objection came, things started moving very fast. My handsome man quickly turned his back to Marcus, hence separating us, and came closer to me. He placed his hand on my back in a standard partner dancing hold and I lightly placed my forearms on his shoulders and kept marking the beat with my hips. I could already smell his musky sweat and I was happy with my choice. He walked us away from Marcus and held me closer and closer. My breasts were against his chest and I felt our warmth mixing together. He slid his hands down on my hips and gently controlled their movement. I played the game and pushed back into his hands exaggerating the sensual swaying. After less than a song he asked me with a strong African accent if I wanted to go outside with him for a while. I shook my head and said it was too soon. He danced another song before asking me again. His breath also came with an untamed musky smell that matched his body. I looked at his face again and agreed to step outside. He led me by the hand to the back of the dance floor, wrapped his right arm around my waist and walked me outside. I felt like a typical party girl accepting to go too far too soon but I must have been imagining the judging stares. I decided to relax and see where it led. He walked us through groups of people standing outside the hall and found a quiet corner next to the festival?s entrance. It wasn?t romantic by any means, with people having their bag searched at the entrance by security guards, a bare concrete floor and a grey wall with a few whimsical trees. He leaned his back against the wall and he held my lower back tightly, his hands almost on my ass. He asked my name and we exchanged the usual banalities on our birthplaces and the time we spent in this city. He cut short to the chit chat saying that now he wanted to kiss me, so I pushed myself closer to him to meet his lips.