[MF] [exhibitionism] Music Lovers

As a rule, I hate going to general admission concerts, there’s nothing worse than getting sandwiched between some drunk who is screaming the lyrics to your favorite song and someone checking their Instagram every 5 minutes. So I had nothing but low expectations when I went to see my favorite band play when they came into town. My friends flaked so I was flying solo. I got there early and staked out some space close to the stage, sitting through a mediocre at best opening act. I was nice and toasty from some bourbon by the time the headliner came on. The lights dropped and right as the first song started, an attractive female squeezed through the crowd behind me.

I could see her in my periphery, shorter than me by half a foot. She was trying to get a better sight line by squeezing to my left then my right. I caught a glimpse of a head of her dark hair and soulful brown eyes. She was dressed in a loose black sweater and a short black skirt.

I turned her and said, “Slide on in front of me, otherwise all you are going to see is my back.”

She said thank you and stood in front of me, leaning on the rail. I moved back to give her some room. She was simply stunning, petite with a tight butt and legs. As the concert progressed the crowd kept pushing forward until only the smallest of gaps separated us. We made small talk as best we could between the songs. She started to sway soulfully to the music, her hips making wider and wider circles. Soon with every circle she would make contact with me, brushing her ass against my groin. I tried to hide my stiffening erection for a second, not wanting to offend her but then she looked over her shoulder and we made eye contact. Her gaze said this was not unintentional.

Emboldened I put my arm around her waist, feeling her flat stomach through her sweater. She inhaled briskly. I kissed her neck gently and slid my hand under her sweater. She had fantastic abs, her stomach muscles quivered. We were now rocking together, the crowd around us oblivious. I slipped my hand higher to find her breast, braless, her nipple stiffened under my touch. I moved to the other breast and found it to be pierced. My cock leapt in my jeans.

“I see you found one of my piercings. Care to look for the other?”
My cock strained to be released from the jeans, and she continued to tease it by rubbing it between her buttocks. I continued to nuzzle her slender neck as I took my hand and slid it under her skirt, between her legs. She shifted slightly to let me have better access. She had on lacy panties that were either moist from the sweat of the hot club or her own excitement. I slid my hand in to find out, encountering some silky hair at her mound followed by soft slick lips. I found another piercing there, and traced her moisture around it. She was gasping, I could not hear her over the music but I could see her lips moving in time to the beat of the band and the rhythm of my hand.

She pushed me away, and I wondered if I had overstepped my bounds. She turned and kissed me on the mouth. As she started into my eyes, she slid her hands under her skirt and shimmied her purple panties down to her ankles. Kicking them off she handed the to me.

“To remember me by…” I put them in my pocket.

She turned around again and thrust her buttocks at my erection.
“Fuck me,” she whispered over her shoulder into my ear.
I unzipped and pulled the back of her skirt up over my cock, trying to be as subtle as I could, standing in the middle of the crowd. It’s amazing how people never look up or down. No one was the wiser as I slid into her wet pussy. Now it was my turn to gasp. She was tight as can be and she clenched her pussy around my cock with every beat from the drummer. As the music changed she squealed happily.

“This is my favorite song, you won’t last until the end,” she said in a raspy voice.

She rocked her hips back and forth the length of my shaft, our breathing quickening in unison. As the singer approached the bridge, she bit her lip and started to come, I was only seconds behind her. My knees almost buckled. She giggled and helped me back into my pants. She turned and gave me one last smile, one last kiss as she zipped me up, and then she was gone, sliding through the crowd. Had I not a pair of moist panties in my pocket, I would almost think it was all a fever dream.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8dyj70/mf_exhibitionism_music_lovers