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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The doors open time on a ticket, is just a guide line I know, but at this rate I was going to miss the main event. Endless traffic and numerous accidents, due to the persistent driving rain had made this a testing journey.
The straining of the wiper motors was apparent, the deluge of unexpected rain and the spray for passing cars was adding to issue. It is never easy when you are in an unfamiliar town. I had been here a few times previously but with the visibility so poor, you could not even notice a familiar landmark. My faith tonight had been firmly placed in the hands of the sat nav, the robot woman was guiding me towards the venue, just 1.7 miles away.
Surely she would know why I was late, I knew she would be there as she had text me nearly an hour ago, when she went in. Luckily as the venue is so small, you don’t have the need for huge car parks and parking chaos, there was a pay and display around the back of the venue so that would be ok.
Finally the sat nav, turned me off the main road, this was fine I knew where the car park was from here. As if for just a tiny bit of fortune tonight there were several places towards the back of the car park, getting to them could, however, take a little more skill,
The rainwater had formed huge lake like standing water in many parts of the car park. With the kind of potholes you find, it is safer to keep out of these puddles as you can never be sure how deep they might be. How many times when there is flood water do you see the abandoned car that just didn’t heed the warning?
I was so unsure of the car park that I actually drove up onto the verge just behind the car park between two trees. I wasn’t sure if it was actually a parking space, but no-one was going to be out clamping or towing in this weather.
It was already 8, now I know that all I had probably missed at this point, was an atrocious support band and endless sound checks, do they not have all day to test this stuff? As I had parked under the trees the rain seemed to be a lot lighter than before. I knew at some point I was going to have to make the 400 metre dash to the entrance.
As I opened the car door, it was clear that the trees were giving a little temporary cover from the great flood of Oxford, in the street lights I could see the true volume of water cascading down. Obviously being a male, an umbrella was totally unheard of, as was a jacket, whilst they seem appropriate at times, they are always too much for a gig, and the only place to store them is around your waist.
It was as if I counted to 10 before starting the mad dash. Mo Farah can probably do this in less than a minute, and I was to provide an attempt on this. I started off carefully running around the larger puddles and long jumping the smaller ones, it was a little protection from the wet, even though I could feel the water already soaking into my trainers. My T-shirt was now beginning to cling to my body, and the gel from my hair had been washed out via my eyes. Luckily the ticket collectors were under the front overhang of the building and finally I was there.
I pulled the slightly damp ticket from my pocket, and the collector raising a smile at how wet I looked, ripped the stub. All the tickets were the same here, all unreserved standing, that’s the beauty of these smaller venues, everyone can get up the front, well not me I was too late.
It is rather strange walking into a venue alone, I had never done this before, but as we had both purchased our tickets on the same day, I wasn’t actually going alone, unbeknown to my wife.
The venue was packed as I had suspected, I would imagine the capacity to be around 2000 people, it was a sell-out tonight, and judging by the looks of it, I would be one of the last to arrive. The venue was noisy and very hot, it wasn’t going to take very long to dry out here.
A band was playing, not one I recognised, but I would have suspected this to be the 2nd support. No-one seemed to be remotely interested, even half of the people on the front row we not even watching.
To the front of the venue was the stage, about 6 feet off ground level, the mix deck was at the very rear, adjacent to the only bar, it was heaving at the moment but would calm down once the main event started.
How exactly was I going to find her in here? We hadn’t agreed a meeting point inside as neither of us knew the layout to the venue, by the bar would have worked tonight, but if that had been 2 or 3 would have been slightly chaotic. We just guessed we would text each other when we both got there. I looked down at my phone, the signal bar was blank, and this really was not what I needed. She was alone in here somewhere too, and I needed to find her.
A needle in a haystack was a similarity to the task I was facing here. Well maybe that was slightly melodramatic, chances are she wasn’t in the middle of the crowd, or waiting front row for me. I’m not the type of person that has a complex about his height, I know that I am short, but at 5’6” I’m not going to get a part in panto, but at a gig, it has to be the worst affliction one could have. I struggle to think of one that I have attended, that regardless of where I choose to stand, the tallest person attending doesn't turn up at the last minute to stand directly in-front of me.
I must have surveyed the crowd for 5 minutes, and still could not see her anywhere. So decided I should get in at the bar as the crowd was dissipating. It wasn't going to be one of those boozy gigs as I was driving, but a bottle would be ok.
The bar was the standard gig type, you know, a thousand customers, 3 staff, and a disorderly queuing system akin to a U.N. food drop. I myself are not one of those aggressive types so chose a spot right on the edge of the bar, it might take longer here, but at least you can lean.
I was hoping that maybe my drowned rat looking appearance would draw the attention of the staff, or at least I would be memorable as to the order in which I queued, but no, the typical waving of the £20 note seemed to be a more successful approach.
The monotony of the queue was compounded by the dreadful support band, as each song ended, the sympathy clapping was even dying down. I think the largest cheer for the part of the set I had been subjected to was the announcement of “This is our last one”
I suddenly felt myself being grabbed from behind, half thinking someone was pushing in I turned my head to see her.
“There you are” she said as from behind she wrapped her arms tightly round my waist and nuzzled into my shoulder. “Mines a Pinot”. She kissed just behind my ear. I could feel her breasts nestled into my back, I liked this closeness.
“I wasn't sure I would find you, so I came to the bar, but have been waiting ages.” I semi shouted to her.
“Aww are you bored? I bet I could help you pass the time” she spoke into my ear. Her hands moved down my waist and she began to rub my crotch, her actions hidden by the overhang of the bar.
I knew she could feel the outline of my cock as her rubbing appeared very targeted. My erection began to grow in my trousers, the stitching on the inside of my underwear was now proving rather irritating to the exposed tip of my penis. All the while I have been totally ignored at the bar.
I felt a little pressure on my belly as she slipped her small hand under my belt and into my boxers. The feeling of her hand on my cock just increased the strength of my erection. She began to gently grip my shaft and softly masturbate me.
My first drop of pre-cum dribbled out of my cock and she felt it.
"Oooh what’s that?" was the giveaway to me. She gripped me between her thumb and 2 fingers. With her thumb, she wiped my tip and covering her thumb in my pre. She removed her hand front my underwear and I turned to see her suck her thumb.
"Mmmm nice" she said, and that was that, she moved her hands back to my waist.
"I have had enough of this, let me in" she shuffled around me and took my place at the bar. She adjusted her top to show the maximum amount of cleavage possible. Any more than this, well then she might as well have just pulled her breasts out and rested them on the bar. With my arms tightly around her waist and the head on her shoulder. Just looking down on the valley she had created was rather impressive. Her chest looked huge pushed up against the bar, and looking did nothing to relieve my erection. Now it was firmly pressed against her lower back, and I was pressing it hard against her.
"Hi, what can I get you?" the barman asked. Well obviously the bar man was as impressed as I was. I must have been standing there for 10 minutes, but with a bit on show I think we must have been served in somewhere around 30 seconds.
We took our drinks and navigated the crowd. Beside the bar to the left was a slight recess. About 2 metres deep and about 3 wide. There was no-one standing there, whilst at the back of the venue it was still perhaps less than 50 metres from the stage. With no-one standing directly in front it also gave a clear view. The roadies were clearly visible doing their sound check.
We stood side by side in our vantage point drinking our drinks and chatting about our weeks and our excitement at being here tonight, it is a band that we share a mutual admiration for even though we discovered them separately.
Our little vantage point attracted a few more couples, in all there were 10 of us, all slightly shorter couples together in this little area. It was not crowded though, unlike the throng that had filled the front of stage area. I do love the band, but was not d*unk or brave enough to risk life, limb and freshness to get caught up in it all.
The lights dimmed and the crowd became agitated. A tight squeeze of my hand was her indication of growing excitement.
The tiny venue burst into life as the band took to the stage. We jumped together as the raw sound filled the air. It’s the small venues that truly are the best, you don't just hear the music, you actually feel the music as the bass notes shake you inside.
Song after song came and went, the both of us loving every single minute. From chart hit to an obscure album track, as fans this was a gig to remember. We jumped together, swayed hand in hand, only stopping moving in the brief pauses between tracks.
Then every band has a few, but this was the toilet song, you know the track even the hard core following offer nothing more than a polite clapping at the end. She stood in front of me and instinctively I placed my arms around her clasping them around her waist. Her body swayed in time with the slow beat, her ass gently gyrating against my groin. It felt amazingly sexual, and my response was a growing feeling in my boxers. It was as if she knew this as she pressed back against me, my erection now becoming firmer with each and every movement. She leaned her head back.
"I can feel you" she spoke softly to me. She placed her hands over mine and squeezed them.
"Touch me" now I don’t think I needed asking twice. I lifted the rear of her dress and slipped my hand underneath. The dress draped down over my hand shielding my actions from view. My hand felt its way from her hip and around to her upper thigh. My fingertips made contact with her lacy thong. I tried working my way underneath but the thong was just too tight to allow me access. I just had to get there though, I needed to feel her soft triangle of pubic hair.
I grabbed hold of her thong and pulled it aggressively to one side. I felt her body quiver as the fabric brushed her clit. Her response was to push back ever harder, her movements now much more defined and obvious. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, avoiding any direct contact to her special zones. I traced her lips ever so gently and ran a finger along her lips, feeling my way down to her clearly moist hole. I turned my index finger and slipped it right up inside her. I felt her clench my finger and with this I withdrew my finger immediately. I pulled it out from her dress and held it just and inch from her mouth. She lunched forward and took it into her mouth sucking her juices from me.
As I slid my hand back inside her dress the song finished and they left the stage. I halted from putting my hand back as people swarmed to the bar on the left of us.
"no-one can see what you are doing" she told me, and she was right. Our position was hidden and the darkness shrouded us further still. The couples around us were slightly more forward and provided even more cover.
I moved my finger to her slightly engorged clit and applied a very slight pressure to it. The risky nature of my actions just acted to excite me further, my hard on pressed against her through my jeans, to a near painful extent. I pushed my finger back inside her, the juice just seemed to be flowing. I scooped up as much as is possible with a single finger and used it to lubricate her sensitive clitoris. My movements were ever so gentle, her hand placed on my left hand gripped and released with my gentle circling motions.
I was so caught up in the moment that I barely noticed the band return to the stage. A nice slow paced song began the encore. She began to sway with the music, still pushing back against me. My finger worked harder on her, she leant her head backward to me.
"Don't you stop" she was close, I applied greater pressure to her clit and flicked it gently. I knew she loved the intense feelings this created, her nails dug gently into my hand. I changed back to my more gentle motions.
She was edging backwards against me, pushing so hard that I ended up against the wall. Her relentless pushing her ass hard against my hard cock. My boxers were now wet with my oozing pre-cum, there was so much that it felt like I had emptied myself already.
As the song reached its climax so did she, a final push against me and then a total loss of her rhythmic movements. A hand breaking squeeze and the change in breathing patterns her body shook and I felt like I was needing to support her. As the song ended and the crowd cheered she broke away and turned to me, placing a long kiss on my lips. She didn't need to say a word, the locked eye contact and her smile spoke a thousand words.
As what would be the penultimate song of the night burst into life, she moved back into position in front of me. My hand still clasped her tightly. I could feel her right hand reach behind her and tugging at my fly buttons. Her small hands expertly navigated the obstacle. She reached inside and pulled my hard member through. Well this just had to be the most exposed I had ever felt, even though I was shielded from view my cock was still out in the open in a room of a couple of thousand people.
The relief provided by her hand work was so welcome. I had spent the last 30 minutes in a state of heavy arousal without any way to enjoy it. She pulled up the back of her dress and pushed back against me. My shaft was engulfed by her tight ass cheeks. The tip just poking from the top, but the length nestled perfectly nestled between her ass valley. She clenched to grip me as she began to jump with the music.
As she jumped, my cock ran the length of her ass, I’m sure my tip was brushing her asshole at the top of her jump, but each time she landed I bounced right out, we were struggling to maintain any kind of flowing rhythm.
I have to be honest I seriously thought about just grabbing her and plunging my length into her ever so tight ass, I just knew that doing that we would not have been able to maintain a natural looking stance.
She must have noticed my frustration as she re-adjusted her thong. She tucked my cock under the thong, the pressure of the material held my member firmly in place. As she resumed the gentle jumping her ass began to literally wank my cock, the pre-cum still running from me acting slightly as a lubricant.
With each jump an amazing pleasure came over me, the friction caused, whilst slightly uncomfortable was extremely sensual. The rubbing of the thong along my length added an extra sensation, the pussy juice soaked lace slid gently along my skin. I was nearly at the point of explosion when the song ended. The crowd subdued and she had paused her jumping for a moment.
The announcement of the last track of the evening sent the crowd into a fury the jumping started again. Here was 4 minutes of total sensual pleasure. Now it's not often as a guy that you want to cum quickly, but on this occasion time was an enemy. I could feel my balls contracting, as my orgasm built inside me. The last few jumps was all it took to draw my load.
The first shot was an involuntary action as I held back. I pushed my hand down onto my cock pushing me deeper into the furrow of her ass. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot through my body, as stream after stream of my hot cum ejaculated onto her lower back. I don’t know if it was due to the long build up or just the excitement of the surroundings but the load I had deposited was huge, before my last spurt it was dripping on the floor.
Just as the gig came to a close I managed to tuck myself away, I placed a gentle kiss behind her ear as we clapped and cheered the band from the stage. The house lights came on to reveal the extent of the mess I had made, we both looked down at it and laughed as we joined the departing crowd.
I held her hand tightly as we were pulled by the crowd through the venue, she fumbled through her bag to recover her cloak room ticket, at least one of us was sensible enough to bring a jacket. After a brief pause to collect her jacket and umbrella we were at the venue doors. The rain outside had not abated in the 2 hours I had been inside.
"I will walk you to your car?" she asked me.
"Go on then babe" I replied as we huddled together under the brolly, my arm around her guiding her towards the car park. We skipped across the tarmac avoiding puddles where possible. Right at the back there was my car, I unlocked the doors remotely.
"Where are you parked?" I nearly shouted to be heard over the rain thundering down on the umbrella canopy. She pointed to the far end of the park, maybe 2 or 3 minutes’ walk in this deluge.
"Get in I will drive you" she smiled and jumped in the passenger side. As the doors closed we looked at each other and just smiled. We leant across and kissed open mouthed, our tongues entwined in an outburst of raw passion.
As we broke our kiss, I reached for the ignition, but as I did her hand stopped me. Her hand landed in my lap, resting on my groin. I knew she wanted me but I had not even nearly recovered. I opened my jeans and presented my limp penis to her.
"I think you are out of luck babe" I broke the news to her. She just smiled at me.
She reclined the seat and lifted her dress. Now I could see her thong, it was a sexy red number and only just about covered her hairy patch. I could see the dark hair hidden beneath. With two fingers she slipped the thong down her thighs and off her legs. I watched as she spread her legs exposing her pussy to me.
With one hand she rubbed her thong along her pussy and she tossed them to me. I caught them and instinctively drew the aroma in with a deep inhale. The musky smell of her had been captured so beautifully within the garment.
Her fingers moved to her pussy, she gently began to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and gave me little moans of pleasure. My mind was so turned on, yet my flaccid member would just not rise to the occasion. I gently began to stroke myself, she looked over at me, sensing my frustration at the lack of physical arousal.
"Move your seat back" she demanded from me. I slid my seat back to the furthest position. "Let me help you out" She leaned over on her side and avoiding the gear stick and hand brake got her head down into my lap.
My cock began to twitch with excitement as I felt the wetness of her tongue on my tip. Without using her hand she took me into her mouth. The warm sensations breathed life back into me, her tongue swirled around the end of my hard on that was growing with each passing second. The very tip of her tongue probing my cock slit, brought on intense feelings, the sensitivity at points near unbearable.
I gripped the steering wheel hard as the intensity of her actions increased. My cock now returning to a useful state. My left hand reached over and grabbed her fleshy ass. I was massaging her cheek with my hand. I reached further back and discovered the entry to her pussy, as I awkwardly slipped a finger inside her I could feel the vibrations of her heavy masturbation. I removed my finger and pushed it against her puckered asshole, as I applied more pressure it was as if she was clenching to prevent my entry. Then as I applied more pressure it just opened up for me allowing my finger into her.
The response was exceptional, for a split second it felt as if she was trying to bite my penis off. Her teeth gripping my skin, a split second later she released her dangerous grip and just sucked me as hard as I could ever be sucked. She was taking in maybe the first three inches of my length and vigorously trying to suck my load directly from my balls. Half not realising what I was doing I had my hand placed on the back of her head. On the very next downwards movement I simultaneously lifted my groin and pushed down on her head. My entire length invaded her mouth and throat, her gagging sounds snapped me from my trance and I released all pressure. It didn't stop her though, as she took me in again this time she took it deep into her throat of her own accord.
I removed my finger from her ass and lifted her head from my groin. She smiled at me through her tear streamed eyes and heavy dribble. I wiped the dribble with my sleeve and pulled her close for a deep, deep kiss.
"I know what you want" she said, as she climbed over me and gestured me to sit on the passenger seat. We awkwardly exchanged places and as soon as I was sat, she reached to fully recline and move back my seat. It felt as if I were in a dentist's chair, but I had no fear of the treatment I was to receive.
As I lay back, she maneuvered herself on top of me, her knees bent and flat against the glove box. It took a little tricky adjusting until her hand moved my tip to her labia. Her lips gently parted as she lowered herself down onto me. She was in total control as she took over the situation, impaling herself on my rock hard sword. My hands gripped her waist hard as she controlled the depth and pace. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, I lifted her dress off her head, leaving her only in her bra. The steamed windows hid our actions from view. I pulled her bra up exposing her pert breasts, the street lighting highlighting her curves perfectly.
As she rocked her body on mine I pulled her forwards and clamped my mouth onto her right nipple, her response was to bounce harder onto me. Her arm wrapped around my neck holding me against her breast. Mr right hand moved to her neglected left breast, squeezing and massaging it, I could feel the nipple stiffen on my palm.
The sound of our sex grew to a volume that could clearly be heard despite the rain crashing down on the roof. It was as if I could literally feel liquid running over me. Her moans were building, I could sense she was near climax, then nothing, she released her grip on my neck and all her movement stopped. She lifted herself off me, as my cock flopped from her pussy, a trickle of juice ran from her and over me.
I looked quite confused, yet she just smiled back at me, no words were spoken. She pushed me back in the reclined chair, and as I lifted back up she pushed me back down. She moved the position of her legs to a more frontal position, her legs to either side of me. She lowered herself back down and grabbed hold of my cock again. As she lowered down she moved my cock backwards, I was pushing against her but was not sliding in. I grabbed hold of her hips the best that I could and pushed up against her.
I stared intensely into her eyes and she let out a gasp as my slippery cock penetrated her tight ass. She inched me into her ever so gently. The vice like grip squeezed my cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her. She began riding me ever so gently, her hand moved down to her clit as she rode. We were just looking deep into each other’s eyes as I moved inside her.
Her rubbing became furious as she plunged down on me. I could feel my load building again, the tight fucking drawing me so close to the edge.
"Kiss me" she shouted to me. I leant forward to kiss her as her orgasm took hold, a very forceful kiss ensued as she rubbed herself to completion. Her movement slowed on me until she stopped completely. As the flood of her orgasm ended, she began to bounce on me with real pace and meaning. I could not hold back any longer, and surrendered my cum to her ass. Even though I had only recently cum a huge load filled her. I tried to supress my vocal approval but gave a loud groan as her ass literally milked every drop from my balls. I grasped her hips to slow her as the post orgasm sensitivity kicked in. We stopped moving and both collapsed in each other’s arms.
We must have embraced for 10 minutes, before she finally lifted herself from me. Our suction tried to keep me inside until finally my penis fell from her accompanied by a part of my heavy load. We laughed and chatted about our evening whilst we corrected our clothing.
I drove her to her car and parted with a simple kiss. After she had got in her car, I waited for her to start the engine. I pulled out of the car park and onto the road knowing I would need a shower the second I got home.
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