The concert

She had been looking forward to the concert for weeks.  It was one of her favourite bands and she couldn't wait to get amongst it, to sing with strangers in unison and move to the same beat.  Was it odd that she often masturbated to this music?  Nobody else knew that, and she was quite sure she could control herself at the concert surrounded by thousands of fans.

She spent a long time deciding what she was going to wear.  Sensible shoes were definitely needed.  She was sure she would have her feet stood on and drinks spilled on them, so a pair of ballet flats made the most sense.  Jeans of course were a must, plus a loose fitting t-shirt that dropped off one shoulder at times, leaving her bra strap and shoulder exposed. 

She arrived with plenty of time to go and took her place near the front.  Through the support act the crowd grew.  When it was time for the main act the crowd seemed to take on it's own personality.  It moved and surged as one, and she was carried with it, eager as everyone to see the band.  She didn't have anything to worry about did she?  She could control herself.  This was a big crowd.

The music started.  She was there, in the moment, in the crowd, hands in the air, dancing, singing, loving every moment. Her body started to betray her.  It was used to this music, much quieter, in her room, in her bed, her hands on herself.  She felt the wetness between her legs, her cunt becoming slicker with every song.  She started to become frantic, to wonder if she could just slip her hands into her pants.  Her eyes met with a stranger next to her.  He saw her need, her want.  A simple cock of his head and they were on each other, lips on lips, tongues frantically searching and probing.  With one swift movement, he slipped his hand down the front of her jeans and found her moist pussy as it began consuming his fingers.  He rubbed fiercely on her clit as his tongue forced its way into her mouth.  She was frantic now, the beat taking her higher and higher, his fingers fucking her forcefully.  She came, clamping on his hand, biting his lower lip in ecstasy.  He slid his hand out, caressed her face with her own wetness and went back to the frenzy of the dance.  She stood there, smiling.