My girlfriend ate me out at a concert

Let me set the scene for you: it was 2019. Rammstein was playing an arena concert, and I’d decided to bring my girlfriend to show her what kind of music I was into.

She was… skeptical. She mostly didn’t care about metal, but I had shown her a few of their songs, and wasn’t opposed to going. She did make sure to poke fun of the whole thing multiple times during the day. So we did what any other newly in love lesbian couple at a metal concert would do. We got plastered.

I’d say we were about two shots too deep when they walked on stage, and my girlfriend’s energy just switched. She went from laughing at the whole concept to screaming at the top of her lungs to songs she didn’t know. The pyrotechnics went off and she’d grab my face and just start making out.

She was having the time of her life.

That’s when she dropped it “if there weren’t other people here, we’d be fucking right now”.

That was a problem. I wanted to listen to the concert, but I wanted her tongue on my clit more.

So I grabbed her and we went outside the venue, where we found a very dark, very secluded path and could still hear the music. She pushed me against a wall, making out with me while slipping her hands under my skirt. “Sonne” came on, and I made the mistake of telling her I liked the song. So she pulled my skirt up, everything else down, and started eating me out to the slow, slow rhythm.

I came. We shuffled my clothes back on, and then walked back inside.

So yeah, we may have broken up for a reason. But I do miss getting ate out to Rammstein.