Concert Stranger

All around me are lights are flashing. The music is so loud that it tickles my eardrums. It's a perfect, sticky, hot summer night. I'm at the smallest concert venue in the city, so as hot as it is outside, it's that much more congested inside. I've been dancing by myself for the last hour or so of the show, so my long curled hair sticks to my bare back and shoulders. I'm alone. I needed a night out, to dance, drink and be carefree. I took a taxi here, and I plan on taking one back; it's my night to have fun.

I love the band playing. The music fills my mind, and my body just sways. My eyes are closed and I'm mouthing the words to the music, smiling, because it's one of my favorite songs. I've got my 7 inch heels on because I only get to wear them about twice a year. I'm wearing black fishnet thigh highs, a tight, mustard-yellow, cotton skirt, and a satin, black, open-backed tank with no bra; the joys of having small, perky breasts. I look every bit of the sexy that I feel. I've refreshed my Redbull and vodka a few times already, and am entering the fun-zone of alcohol and fun.

In between songs I glance around the crowd because I feel like I'm being watched. Goosebumps break out all over my arms and a shiver goes down my spine, making me shudder. The next song starts and I go back to dancing, however, the feeling of being watched doesn't leave. Yet, I don't care. I'm here to enjoy myself, to feel sexy, alive, and take pleasure in the music enveloping me. Suddenly, though, I feel a presence right behind me. I feel a hand brush up against my bare back and slide down the length of my spine, resting at the top of my ass. The touch gradually changes from soft to firm as the hand moves around my waist to my belly, enveloping me in a one-armed hug. The hand moves to my opposite hip and squeezes me, fingers digging firmly into my skin. Then as abrupt as it started, the sweet, firm touch stops and is gone.

I look around and see a man walking away from me. His toned back cutting through his tee, he stops, turns and grins, his eyes locked on mine. I've seen him from somewhere, but I don't remember where. I'm intrigued and I follow him. While I'm behind him, I relish in the fact that I'm now the one staring. His jeans lead up to a perfectly sculpted ass. His shirt outlines his hard back and his ams are carved and I see a tattoo peeking out from his inner bicep. Yum. I unconsciously lick my lips, excited for what is going to happen.

He glances back at me, probably feeling my eyes bore into him, or to make sure I'm still following him, I don't know, but I just give him my cocked-grin of approval. He rounds a corner into the dark and I follow him. It seems to be just a little, dark alcove, where no one's around, and where no one can see us. It's a small space, one where we have to be pressed up to each other to fit in. I can't see him, it's that dark. But I can feel him, can feel his chest brush against me as he grabs me and turns me around so that my back is to the wall and he is shielding the entrance, to hide us in this small, hot space. He closes his body onto mine, so I can feel his chest, his arms, his thighs against my body, can feel his breath in my ear as he drags his tongue around my lobe and gives it a bite.

I don't know if I'm even breathing, my body is tense, preparing for his next move. He slides his hand up my arm, over my shoulder, grabs my hair and tugs my head to the side so that he can lock his lips onto the now inviting space of my neck. As his tongue swirls around, the nerves in my neck shoot directly down to my clit, and I feel a pulsing begin. My knees start to buckle, and the breath I've been holding escapes in the form of a moan. I'm not worried about anyone hearing us, the music of the show is so loud. I then reach my hands up to his waist and hold him tight, right where he is so I can grind my body into him.

A rhythm develops and as he is licking, sucking, and biting my neck, I am grinding into him, into his growing erection. I can't help but reach down and palm him through his jeans. He moans into my neck, causing me to shiver, and then he dips his mouth down to my breasts. He begins nipping and sucking on my nipples through my satin tank. My hands fist his long hair, both holding him there and willing him down just a little further. As if he's reading my mind, he licks his way down my salty skin to the top of my pubic bone. He softly, teasingly brushes his lips against my cotton skirt and over me. While he teases me with kisses, he slides his hands up the inner side of my legs, pushing them as far apart as they'll go in this little nook. Sliding his hands up further, he pushes my skirt up out of the way and gasps. I chose to not wear underwear tonight. He can't see my smile, but I grin and bite my lip, moaning as he inhales my scent and licks his way down my landing strip to my clit. I have to brace myself against the wall as he pleasures me. His tongue rolls through my folds and takes long sweeps over my tight, wet hole. He tongues me hard, nibbling on my clit. My throbbing and pulsing gets more and more intense as I feel my orgasm building. My head is thrown back, my fingers combing his hair, and my knees buckling with the intense pleasure building throughout my whole body.

All of a sudden, he stops pleasantly torturing my sex and nips his way back up my body. I sigh in the absence of his lips on mine, yet as he stands he parts my folds with his hand and circles his palm over my bud, making up for it. He leans down to swipe his tongue across my parted lips, kissing me deeply and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I taste myself on him and it makes me want a taste of him as well. As I grind myself into his hand, I reach down and unzip his jeans, freeing his length. I rub my thumb over his tip and palm his head. As he lets go of my mouth and moans, I take my chance and drop to my knees in front of his pulsing cock. Taking the base of him in my fist, I don't waste anytime in wrapping my mouth around him, tonguing his head and then pushing him all the way to the back of my throat. I release him from my mouth, licking and slicking him down with my tongue. Then I roll my fist up and down him while my tongue works his balls. Taking him into my mouth again, my hands grab his ass and pull him down my throat. He takes over and thrusts into my mouth. I can tell he is getting close as he gets harder in my mouth and just when I think I'm going to bring him over the edge, he stops, grabs my arms and pulls me up.

Taking no time at all to regroup, he puts his hands under my ass, lifts my legs up around him and plunges himself all the way inside me. Our moans are so loud and yet so unnoticed by anyone out there having the time of their lives. He grips his fingers so hard into my fleshy cheeks that I'm sure to have bruises in the shape of fingers on my ass tomorrow. He fills me to the core and pumps into me so slow and so hard, enjoying every different sensation created by the different depths of him inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight.
I get closer and closer to cumming all over him as he sucks my neck and fucks me. Knowing that anyone could just stubble into this little niche makes me so wet. Wanting him to cum, I squeeze my muscles around him as he enters me. I bite down on his neck to keep from screaming, and as he groans from my bite, I roll over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. As my orgasm pulsates around him, he thrusts into me a few more times and then grinds me into the wall as he spills inside of me.

For a few moments, we stay locked together, breathing heavily. Then he sets my wobbly legs on the floor and slips out of me. As he does that, I can feel his cum slide down my legs and onto the floor of the venue. I'm sure there's been much worse on the floors of such a place. I straighten myself up as much as I can while he zips himself up and fingers his hair away from his face. After we are semi-composed, we both look at each other at the exact same time, and a goofy, idiot grin is on each of our faces. He grabs my hand, kisses the top of it, and leads me out to the dance floor for one last dance as the closing number is played.