Moving to the Music

I love living in the city. Last night, I discovered just one more reason why! Every summer, the city puts on this big festival by the river, booked solid with every kind of band you can think of. This year, they had booked some really hot bands, including my favorite band. I had to go!

I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. Most of my friends had already paired up with someone to go, or they weren’t going at all. I got home from work, and ran to my room to change. I shed my plain business suit and slipped into something a little more appropriate – a light blue cotton skirt and white tank top. I was feeling rather gutsy tonight, so I ditched the bra and panties. I love being outdoors and feeling the air on my pussy. I let my long brown hair down and touched up my makeup. I grabbed my things and out the door I went.

When I got there, the gates were just opening. I walked into the courtyard and grabbed myself a beer. I surveyed the crowed and started making my way to the front near the stage. So far it wasn’t crowded, but I looked a little strange being there alone. I saw quite a few guys I wouldn’t mind taking home for a night cap. I sipped on my beer and waited, right up against the fence. The crowd started to grow and finally, the opening act started. It wasn’t the greatest band, but the crowd was fun to watch. I noticed one of the guys I’d been eyeing making his way through the crowd toward me. I did a quick outfit check and made sure my lipstick hadn’t worn off. My 36D tits looked perfect in this tank top. Now I just had to hope he came close.

The crowd started getting crazy as the first band finished up. There was one more opening act before my band came on. With the short break, the crowd thinned slightly, making a little more room to move around. My stranger in the crowd came closer. He was about 4 people away, just behind me and to the left a little. I made eye contact with him and flashed him my killer smile, biting my lip ever so slightly. I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of taking him home with me. Before I knew it, the second band was playing. I couldn’t concentrate on them, so I sort of swayed to the beat while glancing at my stranger. 

I looked over during the second set, and he was gone. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was looking for him, so I tried not to turn around looking. My heart was sinking. I was just starting to feel disappointed when I felt someone come up behind me, extra close. I didn’t turn around because the crowd was starting to get rowdy any ways, not leaving me much room. The second band finished and left the stage. I gulped the rest of my beer, trying to calm my nerves. I turned slightly, noticing that it was my stranger behind me. I bent down to put my beer bottle on the ground, pushing my ass into his crotch. When I stood up, I felt him take a step closer. He was now right up against my back.

The crowd screamed as they announced the main act and everyone pushed forward. This pushed my stranger hard into me. I could feel something hard in his pants. That made me smile. I like knowing just the effect I’m having on my subjects. I reached around behind me, squeezing his cock through his jeans. I felt him sigh on my neck. 

The band started playing and I could hardly concentrate. I was singing along to the song, when I felt his hand slip under my skirt and touch my inner thighs. He was teasing me. He slid his hand a little higher, touching the bottom of my ass cheeks. Now it was my turn to sigh. I pushed back, letting him know it was okay to keep going. He took the hint, brushing against my bare, shaved, pussy lips. He grabbed my hip with the other hand, pulling me in as he ground his crotch against my ass. I was really turning him on because he was even harder now than when I grabbed him.

He pulled his hand back, and moved it around the front, finding my clit very easily. I was dripping down my thighs I was so turned on. He played with my clit, making it stand out, and then slid his finger back, sliding it into my pussy. I moaned out loud, not that anyone could hear me over the music. He reached around with the other hand, slipping it under my tank top, grabbing my big tit. I scanned the crowd, left and right, checking to see if anyone noticed. No eyes were looking our direction. He pinched my nipple, making it stand out, and making me cum on his finger as he moved it in and out of my dripping cunt. I was screaming with my orgasm, creaming on his finger. He could feel it, because he had to hold me up. 

Once my orgasm was over, I looked around again. Still no one in the crowd noticed anything. Then I looked up at the band. The guy on guitar was staring right at us. He must have seen the whole thing. He was grinning from ear to ear, and I could see a noticeable bulge in his pants as well. This really turned me on. I flashed him my lip-bite-smile and he nodded his head at me.

I then felt my stranger unzip his pants and pull out his cock. He slipped it under my skirt and up against the crack of my ass. It was very hot and very hard. I reached around to grab it. It must have been between 7 and 8 inches and a little thicker than a toilet paper tube. I had never had a cock this big before. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to take it, especially since I hadn’t had a cock in my pussy in months.

He grabbed both of my hips, lifting me up a little bit. I put both of my feet on the gate in front of me as he pushed the head into my sopping wet pussy. I screamed in pleasure, looking right up at the guitar player. He was still watching. I don’t know how he could hit all his cords while he was watching us. He looked me in the eye and mouthed to me “fuck him”. That did it. I stepped off the gate and pushed the rest of his cock inside me. I started shaking right away as my orgasm was building to the edge. My stranger still had my hips and he pulled me up just a little and shoved back in. That threw me right over the edge. I started shaking and screaming. He slammed into my pussy as I clamped down on him, squeezing his cock with my tight cunt muscles, flooding his crotch with my juices.

He kept slamming into me with the beat of the music. I would have collapsed if he wouldn’t have been holding me up. I started cumming again almost right away. I was feeling so good. The girl to my left didn’t have a clue what was going on, nor did I care if she did. The guy on my right noticed I was acting weird, but didn’t give it much of a second thought since he was so into the band. The only person who knew what was going on was the guitar player, and he was loving it.

When that song stopped, the lead singer went over to him to talk for a minute. They looked over at us and smiled, then started the next song, but not before he dedicated it to all the lucky ladies in the crowd, with a strong emphasis on the word lucky, while glancing right at me. That made me cum again, screaming out his name. He spend most of that song down on that side of the stage, watching. I came for him three more times, sending more of my juice to my strangers’ crotch.

He was doing everything exactly right. He was taking his time, and moving perfectly with the music. I could feel him breathing harder and harder. His pace started going off beat a little and I felt his cock start swelling. This made me cum so hard, my knees went weak, and I leaned over the gate to hold me up. He slammed into me so hard and fast, before one last hard thrust as I felt his cock explode into me. I could feel his semen splashing on the walls of my pussy, making me cum, once more. With my last orgasm, I squeezed his cock, milking all the cum out of him.

I felt him slip out of my pussy and tuck his cock back into his pants. At that moment, his cum dripped out of me onto the ground. The guitar player sent a thumbs up my way with a wink. I turned around to meet my stranger face to face, and he was gone. No where to be seen. I scanned the crowd, hoping to see him and go after him, but found nothing. I looked back up at the guitar player. He was still looking at me, but didn’t seem to care about my stranger. 

I glanced around the crowd one more time, with nothing, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There was a really big security guard standing there. He motioned for me to come close so he could talk to me.

“Ma’am, after the show, I need you to come with me,” he said. I shot a glance back up to the guitar player. He shot back a knowing grin and another wink. What a night this was turning out to be!