We're off to the concert, after a couple of false starts, one for me when I almost forgot my ticket, yours for nearly rear ending an asshole as you pulled away from my house.
I just smile and slap your thigh, we're having a night off, fun time, both of our lives have been fucking stressful and we need it. Working every hour just to keep the wolves from the door is doing a number on us both, so when the concert was announced we both jumped at the chance to go.
We're early, it pays to be early especially when you want to get a decent place to park, so when we see the crowds begin to arrive you nudge me to get out of the car. We've been to gigs before, standing ones where we've been crushed together, moving with the crowd. But this looks like we'll have room to move, to stand firm and okay.
The routine is the same, go in, get a spot, stand in it like you own it, defend the territory staked. We're just settling when there's a bump at my shoulder as the lights go down, I turn to see if it's you, it isn't. It's a bulky heavy set guy who's looking at me as if I'm something he wants to eat, raw. I just turn my back on him and look at you smiling, you smile back and we settle next to each other waiting for the music to start and roll over us.
We're into the sixth song when the crowd next to us moves, I stand back allowing a woman to pass with a couple of bottles in her hand to get by, then the broad heavy set guy is there again. He's looking down at me, his mouth already wet with whatever he's been drinking but I don't like the way he's leering and I grab your hip. My own face isn't smiling at him and I'm nearly four square to him so if he does try anything he'll have a world of hurt coming his way.
You notice him now, your the same height and just as broad, but you're not hanging over your belt, and your sober. The dick finally notices your stare, he takes about five seconds of it before he tries to touch me, as if I'm a thing to grab at. You know if he touches me I'll grab a bottle from the floor and I'll use it on him, your hand goes to my arm and you move me firmly to the front of you. Keeping me tight against your body, both of us now staring through the now unsure idiot, flicking his gaze between both of us and seeing the same darkness looking back at him. You can feel me tensing up, getting ready to move, when you pull me back into your hip with your other hidden hand. My hips go direct into yours, the move one every other man knows, finally he drops his gaze and fucks off back into the crowd. The music finally gets our attention again and your hands are still on me, the one at my hip deepens it's hold as the other goes to my waist.
Your rubbing me against your cradling hips now, moving to the music, hiding what your doing to me. Which is making me wet against you as you begin to get hard behind me, I can feel your movements, the slide of your hand as it goes underneath my waistband. There's no barrier to your advance on me, your hand slips between us, underneath me and you move me to the side. So you can touch me and I can use my hips to keep your now firm erection hidden from the world. I spread my legs for you, one in front of the other so you can slip your fingers inside me, you listen to the inward breath I give you as you lean forward into my now electrified body. “Like that?” You're nodding at the stage and I nod quickly, my cheeks flushing with blood, to everyone else it looks like I'm agreeing with you. What I'm really saying is that I'm enjoying your touch on me here, in front of everyone.
The crowd shifts forward but we stay still, soon we're at the back of the crowd just a few folk trying to get forward. You slip out of me and we move forward too, we need to hide what we're doing, we're both flushed and warm here but it's fine. We get another spot and as soon as we're crushed in, you've got me directly in front of your hips. I can feel my skirt being raised from behind but there's not enough room for anyone to see what your doing. My own hands are behind me sliding up your inner thighs, rubbing against your now growing erection and balls, your breathing deepens as you begin to touch my smooth skinned rear. Each pass your hand goes lower, teasing me as I feel your reactions to my own touch on your body. One hand of mine goes to your zipper, the other to your balls, cradling you as I pull the metal down behind me. Your rumbling breath tells me you're just as happy as I am right now, your fingers find me as you move me to the side again so you can get to me as much as I can you. I wait for you to move inside me before trying to shift on your own hardness, feeling your hand pull me toward your now open denim, giving me permission to touch you. You need me on you as you slide yourself inside me, feeling your fingers shift along in time to the drum beat.
Fucking me, feeling my body responding to you, to your touch, to the music that's filling me in more ways than one. I'm getting off on you fucking me here, in front of everyone, inside the crowd, hidden but in plain sight. I can feel your own rumbles as my fingers wrap around you behind me, lifting you free and holding you safe in my grip. Placing you against my soft skin, holding you there as I shift you along me, mimicking your movements inside me. Feeling the tension filling your other hand holding my hip, you give a quick look around us, seeing everyone's attention on the stage. Your hands go under my skirt, fingers out of me and my hands put on your thighs, then the stretch, the beautiful feeling of you sliding inside me. Moving me backward so I'm stood on your clogs, so you can get deeper when I begin to move, making it look like I'm shifting to the music. I am but you're also getting me clenching on you as I move upward and holding it as I move back down. Your hands are welded to my hips, almost to the fucking bone but the sounds coming out of me aren't lyrics, the noise around us is enough to drown me out but you know how much I'm enjoying you.
We're fucking, your mouth on my neck, nipping and biting as I shift on you, breasts heavy and nipples proud now. We're both gripping each other as you begin to deepen your thrusts into me, my voice falters as I feel the first deep spasm of you inside me. Turning my head to look at your own wide pupilled gaze, I want to kiss you, but if I do you'll slip free of me and I don't want you to, not yet, not til you've filled me.
When you have you slip free and my skirt drops back behind me, allowing me to tuck you away again, you whisper into my ear. “Car, later, I want to taste you, make you scream my name.” To make your point your hand goes up my shirt, taking my breast from beneath and teasing my nipple, I almost go down with the feelings your generating in me after the fuck I've just had from you. I'm so wound you can feel me shaking against you, telling you I need you now, not later!
“You need me....to touch you....get you off?” I can feel your hand sliding down from my shirt making me shudder and sweat as you trace your fingers over my skin. Whining in my throat for you to ease the burning in my blood, telling you how close I am to just falling dead away unless you touch me. You catch my whispered “Please....James....pl...” your hand drops lower, under my skirt down toward me, my hips are shifted forward for you to play with. Your other hand is on my nipple, teasing it, bringing me ever closer to blackout, finally your fingers touch me and you have to hold me tight as I finally get what I needed from you.
I'm breaking apart for you, feeling myself liquify under your touch, your voice is in my ear as I keep the strength of my release in my throat. “Good girl, when we're done here I'll be riding you til you black out on me, do ya want that? Think ya can take that Jo?” I nod even as I'm shaking myself apart here, glad to be wearing a skirt because the flow that's coming down my skin is making me shudder. Bucking back into your own hips and feeling you there, still semi hard taking your zip and sliding it back up being careful with you so as not to hurt you.
Your hands release me and we're watching the band again, feeling you against me my own body still recovering, knowing whats coming my way later. I manage to stand with you, your hands on my hips again, keeping me upright as I recover. Feeling your teeth meet my skin and my breath scalding your cheek, whispering into your face “Can we go? Now?” Your seeing me, raw exposed, vulnerable right now, I want to be alone with you, away from noise and people, we've been here over an hour and the set's nearly over anyway. You just pull me backwards until we're clear of everyone, you rest me against the wall of the place, up against me, my legs wide enough for you to fit inside. “How bout' we stay just here?” Your tongue runs down my throat and I'm holding you to me now, hands clawed and I want to be under your cloth.
“Fuck....I need you, now, here......please....” You can see me, the feel of you against me has me nearly crazy with it. Being here, alone but in public, I want you, need you, your scent is filling my mind, the smell of your skin and your semen.
It takes you seconds to get your hand up my skirt, running your fingers along the seam of wetness that's run down my inner thigh. I'm opening myself to you to fill and you do, with three thick fingers as my eyes roll back into my skull. Head against the wall as you cover me completely, hiding me from the rest of the world as you use your fingers to fuck me into oblivion. Your other hand on my breast over my shirt bringing me so much pleasure as I fall apart around you again and again as the band does it's encore.
I've lost count and I'm fading out here, lack of food, drink and coming so much on you, I'm barely hanging on but your still strong against my hips. We move as one, I'm back to normal but your still aching, we take the flow of people leaving and I'm hidden within them. I look like I'm a little worse for wear and several people laugh as I stumble around, but it's not booze that's got me wobbling, it's you.
We get back to the car and you can see the state I'm in, you smirk at me as we pull out of the place, I'm falling asleep now and I wake when you're outside my home. You pull me over into you, kissing me, drowning me in your touch, your skin, your scent, god I'm so lost in you. Reaching down deep into me, tearing the doors off my inner self and revealing the darkest part of my soul. You want it, all of it, every last little piece of me to own and taste for yourself alone.
You let me go and we see the truth of each other finally, we're one and the same, hungry, needing, feral.... “Get some rest Jo.....you're gonna need it.” I get out and you rake me with your gaze, I can't hide from you now and I don't want to, I'm here with you til the wheels come off.
