Sex In The Pit [Mf][exh]

So, this is a “what if” fantasy that seems like it could have happened. With today’s climate, I didn’t feel comfortable taking the move that the girl in the story seemed to hope I would have made–one that she was obviously inviting. I haven’t been able to get my missed chance out of my head and needed to write about it. I’ll mark where the fantasy departs from the truth with an X. You can judge if I blew it or not.

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As part of marking a milestone birthday celebration (let’s just say I could have been the age of the girl’s father), I decided that I wanted to do something I had been too embarrassed to do in the past: embrace my pop-loving heart and go to a certain big star’s concert. The stars aligned and not only was I able to score tickets when they went on sale, but I got a special package that allowed me to enter early so I could be sure to see the show near the front of the stage.

My wife attended the show with me, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to do with the crowd–she has personal space issues and being at the front of a big concert is not the place to have that kind of anxiety. Still, I wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity since I would only become more self-conscious about this type of event as I get older.

We lined up before the doors opened and I wasn’t disappointed in the wild costumes and outfits my fellow fans were sporting. This star is well-supported by the LGBT community, so men and women felt free to flaunt themselves with their fashion. I love the energy and the spectacle, so I had no issue with everyone showing off.

I first notice the subject of this story as we stood in line. She had recreated one of the star’s iconic looks and was wearing a shiny bodysuit with fishnet stockings, high heels, and elaborate face makeup. She appeared to be in her early 20s and was in fantastic shape. Her ass cheeks barely hung out of her bodysuit and there was little jiggling as she walked up and down the line, clearly enjoying the feedback she was getting from the crowd.

The doors finally opened for the early entry people and we went through several checkpoints before being allowed to enter the venue. The stage was a little high, so I opted to stand near the back of the group which I thought would give me a better vantage point than being closer in. My wife was happy with this choice since there weren’t many people around us, but I warned her that would change quickly once the doors opened for the rest of the crowd.

Shortly before the masses arrived, I noticed the girl in the bodysuit was standing nearby. I have a bad history of having women flirt with me in front of my wife and I didn’t want to ruin this night, so I didn’t look in her direction even as she kept glancing over. I did my best to dismiss any thoughts that crept up–I’m attractive for my age, but nothing special. I’m in decent shape and look young for my age, but I’m more of a before than an after photo in a mild body transformation ad. I wasn’t wearing anything flashy–I punked my hair up a bit, but I was just wearing a jean jacket, rock band t-shirt, and some re-issued high-top Vans. It was a good look for me, but not something I would expect to appeal to someone who took the trouble to recreate the outfit she was wearing.

Still I felt the telltale signs of female intuition next to me as my wife started looking in her direction. I tried making a joke about it (“I think I’m going to be at second base before the show starts”), but she wasn’t laughing–especially as the girl kept working her way closer to me. Once she was beside me, she started moving closer until we were almost touching. My wife took a picture of her ass a few inches from my hand resting at my side because she couldn’t believe it. By now, the general crowd had been let in and things were tightening up front. I offered for us to move, but my wife shook her head and said she didn’t want me to miss out on being this close to the stage.

Soon my wife had bigger worries–we were getting compacted more and more as the remainder of the crowd arrived and the show was about 20 minutes from starting. Some kids in front of us started smoking a joint and sniffing something, the people behind us started an obnoxious conversation, and bodysuit girl was practically against me. They let us into the arena late and so our plan to grab something to eat didn’t work out–so on top of everything else, she was getting very hungry. She decided she had enough–she told me she loved me, but she had to get out–she would watch the show from further back after getting something to eat. We have a pretty good understanding of meeting our individual needs, so she was fine with me staying put. As soon as she left, two girls quickly filled her spot. I felt bodysuit girl assessing the situation as she talked to someone next to her, but I kept my eyes on the stage.

I’m still not quite sure how it happened, but right before the show opened the girl ended up right in front of me. Her dyed blonde hair was in a tight bun and it was just a couple of inches from my nose. In her heels, she was about my height. Her neck looked so small–it had been a long time since I had been this close with a girl so petite. As some of the warmup filler music played, she began swaying and bumping back into me. There was plenty of room in front of her, but she kept moving back into me. The beat sped up and she leaned forward for a moment before pushing her hips back and shaking her ass. I couldn’t move back and just lifted up my hands to my chest so I wouldn’t touch her. I kept thinking, “Don’t be a creep, she has no interest in you touching her” even as everything below the belt was telling me to enjoy the moment.

Once the concert started, she bumped back into me regularly–her tight back against my chest. I thought for a moment about moving my hands down to her hips–they were just an inch from mine. Whenever my resolve was weak, she seemed to sense that and do some movement to entice me further. As we raised our hands and danced along with the music, we touched repeatedly. She made no effort to move away. Her skin felt so soft when it brushed against me. Even the person of uncertain gender next to me noted to their friend behind us, “That girl is such a tease. I’m loving her game.”

Part of the show involved moving to other stages set up on the floor where we were standing. As I turned around to watch as the show moved to another stage, I felt her bump into me from behind. She touched my broad shoulders for a moment and ran her hand down the back of my jacket. As I danced once the song picked up, I felt her hands on my ass a few times–once moving forward to my hips before she pulled back. Maybe it was just incidental. Once the show returned to the main stage, she was almost pressed into me again.

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The next song was a fast dance number and she decided to really start gyrating. Her ass finally fully pressed against my crotch and I couldn’t hide my interest any longer. I could tell she found my bulge with her tight bottom and she started working against it between her cheeks, moving up and down and then side to side. She turned her head about quarter the way to me and loudly whispered, “Finally.” Then she dipped down and pressed hard into me as she rose back up. I put my hands low on her hips, touching her skin through the wide fishnets and pressed my thumbs inside the edge of her bodysuit. She reached down and put her small hands over mind. Her fingers found my wedding ring and she twisted it on my finger as she continued to grind into my growing cock.

In between songs, she stopped grinding and just seemed to enjoy being in my grasp for moment. I moved my hand lower and forward, feeling the telltale crease in her bodysuit between her legs. No panties, of course. She lifted her hips slightly as I found her pussy, inviting me to press deeper. I obliged and felt warmth radiating from her slit underneath the rubbery texture of the bodysuit. The show continued and she lifted a corner of her suit and guided my fingers underneath as the beat picked up.

She put a hand on my muscular forearm and gripped right as I slid first one finger and then a second inside her wet void. The fishnet strained against the back of my hand as I played with her cunt. She pulled up my other hand and started sucking on my middle finger while she started grinding into me again. I leaned in and kissed her on the side of that thin neck, nuzzling her with my nose behind her ear. Then I moved up and took her ear lobe between my teeth and lightly bit down. She pressed her head into me and groaned.

We were getting into the last few songs of the show and she whispered to me, “If we’re going to do it, now is the time.” She reached back and felt my bulge, pausing on the head and squeezing. “God, you’ve got the big old man dick for me, don’t you?”

I unzipped my jeans and fished my cock out of my boxer briefs. Her soft little hand was wrapped around the hot flesh of my fully erect cock. I leaned into her ear, my hand wrapped around her neck now, “Give me that little slutty cunt now.”

“Yes, sir.” She reached down between her legs and unfastened her bodysuit, then pulled down her fishnets as she exposed her ass to me. “I need you inside me.”

After a few attempts, we find a decent angle and I slip my cock inside her pussy. She’s not as tight as I was imagining and I can only wonder how many times she’s done this, but those thoughts disappear quickly as she starts sliding up and down my shaft. The non-binary group around us makes clear their enjoyment of us fucking and their attention seemed to turn her on even more as she began moaned softly.

With all the teasing, I didn’t expect to last long and within a couple minutes I’m near climax. She turned back around and said, “I know you’re close, sir. Just use me and enjoy it. I don’t deserve to come.” I grabbed her hips and started pounding with the fast beat of the song. Honestly, it wasn’t the best sex with the tight quarters and weird angle, but the exhibitionist aspect made up for it. Within a few seconds I was spurting hot cum into her loose cunt. I felt her rubbing her clit after I filled her up and she gave a few high pitch squeals while I was still inside her.

I pulled out of her just as the song finished. I heard some of the cum mixed with her juices drop to the concrete floor before she pulled her fishnets back up and refastened her bodysuit.

Before the final number started, she turned around and gave me a deep kiss. “I really enjoyed that, sir. I’m leaving some of you inside me tonight. I love having the cum of a man who’s name I don’t even know inside me.”

The crowd moved to the back of the floor where the encore was performed. I lost sight of her in the crowd and stood back in a daze, full of pleasure and with a still wet cock.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7eo0po/sex_in_the_pit_mfexh