It was a warm May evening. My GF and i went to a string quartet concert at the local Ampitheater. The performance was sold out so the only tickets we could get were in the standing room only area. It was a grassy slope and very dark when the performance began.
Even the standing room area was crowded. Bodies were pressed together like in an elevator when it is overloaded. i am short, only 5'6" so i had to stand on the cooler we took. The concert would last for about two hours, so we knew we would want something to drink before and after.
Not long after the fist piece was started i felt someone standing behind me, pressed up against me, but i couln't move. i'm pretty sure it was a man because i could feel his penis pressing into my butt cheek.
As the concert progressed i could feel him rubbing me with it harder and harder, but i did not want to cause a scene or ruckus so i just stood still. He must have taken that for permission because he got bolder!
i felt his right hand slide under my halter top. He first cupped my breast in hi palm. Then his fingers found my nipple and began pinching and twisting it in time with the music. The sensations were so intense! My breathing became rapid and my nipple became totally erect and sending tingles down into my pelvis.
My GF was standing partially in front of me but she must have heard my breathing, for she said that the music wss awesome!
His other hand snaked around my bare belly and into my shorts and panties. He moved slowly and gently but i had no doubt as to his target. His finger found my crease and slid down a bit further. When he discovered how wet i was i heard his indrawn breath and a whispered... good girl...
We stood presed together for a long time. His fingers slowly building me up to impossible heights. His left hand found my clit and played it like a stradivarius... first slowly, adaigo, and tenderly then harsher and more allegro. He kept wonderful time to the music. i will never be able to hear classical music without getting wet i'm afraid.
When he felt my muscles begin to clamp down on his finger he would totally stop for several bars then when He could tell i was relaxing, He would begin again.
The finale was mostly crashing drums and cymbles. My inner muscles thorbbed in time with those intense sounds, clenching and unclenching, chenching again. A soft moan escaped my throat and without looking at me my GF said to me, "Yes the music is very moving hun."
i felt Him pull away from me on the last note. By the time i caught my breath and looked around He was gone and a family were standing behind me. Mom, Dad and two young girls.