Concert Sex Story - Fucking In Public

Having sex in the middle of a standing room only concert

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I'm in the standing-room-only crowd on the floor at the Jethro Tull concert in Frankfurt, West Germany, April 27, 1982.
The crowd is constantly shifting; a single organism trying to make itself comfortable on the concrete floor of the arena. The air is thick with the smells of beer, wine, and smoke (cigars, cigarettes, pipe tobacco, and hash). Voices of the hawkers can be made out above the noise of the crowd advertising (in German and English) their wine, beer, posters, and T-shirts. Canned music is piped in over speakers in the rafters.

The roadies are playing games with the crowd while doing the sound system checks. Frisbees and funny little glowing things fly at random through the air. I'm standing at the center of the stage, about 30 feet back into the crowd. After the concert my ears will be ringing for three days. I can live with that...

The lights begin to dim and the crowd settles down as the drummer for the warm-up band sets the beat on his high-hat. The curtains open, the spots blaze to life, and the crowd goes nuts as the warm-up band hits the stage with a hard-driving rhythm and screaming guitars.

I've never heard (or heard of) the band before. Probably a local hired to warm up the crowd for Tull. They're good at it - warming the crowd up, that is - but I don't think they'll make it on their own.

The crowd is getting into it. The energy that bands live on - in their symbiotic way - starts flowing. People are pumping their fists into the air - the air which is rapidly getting thicker with the smell of hashish as the pipes are passed around.

The folks are getting fired up! Surveying the people around me, my eyes come to a screeching halt on a small cluster of young ladies who are definitely getting into the rhythm of the thing. They're dancing and screaming and bouncing around as if it were the last night of their lives.

One of the gals - a sweet young lady with waist-length, chestnut tresses in a yellow, knit mini-dress - is also surveying the crowd. Our eyes meet. Hers are the gray of early-morning fog on the Rhine. I smile. She returns a knowing half-smile that sends a shiver up my spine, before turning back to the band on stage.

The warm-up band finishes its sixth set with a flourish and runs off stage. The spots die and are replaced by the house lights as the curtains are closed for the intermission. The
canned music begins to play. Once again, the crowd shifts as parts head for the restrooms
to unburden themselves of the beer, wine, and soda consumed before (and during) the warm-up act. More beverages are bought, along with albums, posters, T-shirts, and popcorn. Only the most brazen are firing up their bowls with the house lights up.

I look around for the clump of young women I noted earlier, but they have faded into the mob. Probably in line for the restroom, think I, as I turn back to the stage.

The roadies can be heard moving equipment around on the stage. An occasional glimpse of a roadie with a guitar or an amp can be seen through the small gap in the curtain. We wait for about half an hour as the stage is reset for Jethro Tull. The tension of anticipation is like a physical thing filling the arena; I feel as if I could float on it. Then the house lights dim, and the tension boils away in the roar of the crowd.

The arena is black as pitch, and the crowd has settled into its final configuration, when the first notes of the piano intro to "Locomotive Breath" push their way through the crowd noise. A few of us recognize the song from the first few notes and cry out in joy and appreciation. Others don't realize what they are listening to until the first whining guitar riffs have faded into reverberating feedback.

Then the stage is ablaze with light as the lead guitar is banging out the opening bar of the song proper. Ian Anderson is dancing around the stage, twirling his silver flute as if it were
a baton. The drums and bass are hammering out the beat as the rhythm guitar is doing that rhythm thing. The crowd has sprouted a forest of pumping arms and the amplified sounds of the band are nearly drowned out by its triumphant bellow.

And even as Ian sidles up to the microphone to sing "In the shuffling madness/Of locomotive breath," I look down to see a head of chestnut hair bouncing and bobbing before me. The young lady with the misty-gray eyes looks over her shoulder at me. Her
crazy half-smile laughs at me when she turns back to the stage.

Sorry, Ian, I think as my eyes drop to watch the sway of her hips and the play of her ass under the thin fabric of her yellow mini-dress. I'm delighted to notice that - by the way the clingy fabric gathers in the cleft of her ass - either she's not wearing any panties, or she's wearing a G-string. Fine by me! And, believe me, "fine" is the active word here!

I feel my cock coming to life, its girth and length growing rapidly. By the end of the song, I'm throbbing to my own beat! The crowd goes wild as the song crashes to its end. "Guten abend, Frankfurt!" cries Ian to a crowd which proves that is CAN get louder! "That's the extent of my German," he adds. Laughter. "The next song we'd like to play for you is something off our new album..." Dramatic pause. "...A little something called `Beastie.'"

The spotlights die, leaving the arena in darkness again. I feel the gal in the mini-dress back slowly into me. And with the first synthesized strains of "Beastie," my throbbing member thrills to the sensation of slow shift of her firm ass through the thick denim of my jeans.

Does this woman know what she's DOING to me? I ask myself.

As if in answer, I feel her hands reach behind her to grab my hips. She then pulls me tightly against her and moves her sweet ass in a slow, grinding roll against my crotch.
Any other stupid fucking questions? As I slide my hands around her waist, she turns in my arms. The spotlights come up on stage as she loops her arms around my neck and drags my face down to hers. My lips find her mouth open. Her tongue like a hot, wet, fleshy spear drives into my mouth before my mind has time to catch up! Her firm, toned body
melts against me as our tongues start to dance.

Though my eyes are probably wide with surprise, the vision centers of my brain are closed for business. The other sensations easily override any sights my eyes are trying to bring
me. The warm, sweet smell of her. The sound of my moan drowning out her smaller one. The hot, wet, clean taste of her mouth grinding hungrily against mine. I feel her hardened nipples pressing through her dress and my T-shirt into my chest. The feel of her smooth belly pressing firmly against my crotch. The play of her back muscles beneath my fingers.
Who the hell needs eyes?! When our lips part, vision comes flooding back. Her face is
only a couple inches away from mine, and she is smiling that damned smile again! I start to say something, but she kisses me quickly again to shut me up. (Hey! I'm dense, but I'm not THAT dense!)

Smiling, she turns her back to me, once again, to applaud the end of the song. Ian smiled, "I hope everyone's having a good time." Yeah, buddy! "Our next tune," he goes on, "is something else off our latest record. It's an odd little ditty called `Watching'!"

The synthesizer starts turning out a bewildering combination of notes. The drummer soon picks up an odd, jerky beat which neatly compliments the synth. It was a tune to which I had thought it was impossible to dance. My lovely, chestnut-haired lady seemed only too happy to prove me wrong.

As her hips start moving in time with the drums, she takes my hands from their resting place at her waist and slides them up her wonderfully smooth torso to the mounds of her breasts. She then reaches one hand over my head, grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls my face into the curve of her neck. Her other hand is caressing the back of one of mine as I stroke her breasts with my palms, brushing her nipples with the balls of my fingers.

My mouth works its way - kissing, licking, nibbling - gradually from the outside of her shoulder, up her neck to her ear. As my hands are lifting and kneading her tits, my tongue is darting into her ear. She continues to press her lovely ass into my cock as I, pausing for a bit to nibble on the lobe of her ear, work my way down to where her shoulder meets her neck. All the while I've been enjoying the taste and feel of her neck and breasts (respectively), I've been paying careful attention to the song. When the song comes to its sudden end, I pinch her nipples and bite her neck - not TOO hard, mind you, but hard enough for her to know I'm still here!

Her gasp perfectly coincides with the last beat of the song.  She whirls around and stares at me with a look of mock-indignation. Her misty gray eyes sparkle mischievously and her
half-smile replaces the pettish pout. Slipping her arms around my neck, she lifts herself off the floor and presses her lips roughly against mine. The brunette's pelvis grinds against mine as our tongues slip and slide upon each other. Her breathing has become quite rapid - my own is none to steady!

Suddenly, the young lady drops to her feet and twists around in my arms, once again facing the stage. Ian is gazing out at the audience. He starts to introduce the band - drummer, bass, new lead guitar, etc. - all the while twirling his flute like a baton.
My companion, while looking up at the stage, is reaching around to the front of my jeans. With deft movements she unbuttons the top and pulls the zipper open. My engorged prick
fairly leaps into her waiting hand. She feels the heft of my eight-inch cock, wrapping her slim fingers around, measuring its girth.

Introductions over, Ian says, "This is the title cut off our latest album." The crowd goes nuts. I can barely hear him as he says, "Broadsword!" The stage lights die. The young lady with my dick in her hand uses her free hand to guide one of mine to her left breast. She then pushes my other hand down, down past the hem of her T-shirt dress to the
warm, silky smoothness of her inner thigh.

From onstage a slow, rhythmic beat - reminiscent of movie-style indian tom-toms - begins. Soon, it is joined by the moaning of a guitar. Anderson sings: "I see a dark sail/On the

The brunette's hand has moved to the head of my cock, feeling the mushroom shape, spreading the bead of my own moisture around. Her hand slides back to cup my balls and give a gentle squeeze. My face is buried in her neck. I moan softly as she begins slowly stroking me.

My hand is kneading the inside of her thigh as it moves lingeringly toward the meeting of her legs. My loving companion widens her stance to allow me easier access. I feel the heat of her pussy against the back of my thumb. My other hand continues to caress her left breast - stroking, rubbing, rolling the nipple like a marble...

I'm a little startled when the back of my thumb slides across her hot, wet, *clean shaven* cunt. I let my surprise show somehow, as my gray-eyed lover giggles and gives my prick a
couple of quick squeezes. Thus encouraged, I hike the hem of her mini-dress a bit and begin to slide my fingers across her slippery cunt. The hot wetness of her flows over my questing fingers. I hear her moan gently as against my ear as the middle finger slips between her labia. She readjusts her stance. My middle finger finds the opening of her vagina; my thumb, the button of her clit. I hear air sucking through her teeth. She releases my cock, bringing both of her hands around to press mine more firmly against her pussy.

I pull her back into me. My dick slides up under the hem of her dress. For a moment, it's 50-50 as to whether my prick will slide down and forward between her legs, or back and up against her ass. The moment passes and the latter wins out. I feel my cock slip along the cleft of her ass as the middle finger of my right hand slides up to the second knuckle into her slippery vagina.

The lovely young woman grips my finger with her vaginal muscles while she wiggles her ass. Soon, my prick is firmly entrenched between the lovely, round lobes of her ass. It is
quite happy to be there. Her head falls back onto my right shoulder; mouth open, eyes closed. I begin to slide my finger in and out of her wet snatch, my thumb rubbing her joy-button, the fingers of my left hand rolling and pinching her nipple. I nibble her earlobe and watch her lick her lips.

She begins to thrust her pelvis, in time with my probing finger. Her thrusts are doing wonderful things to my cock, wedged as it is between her buttocks. She moans and turns her face to bring her mouth to mine. We kiss as hungrily as we can at this awkward angle.
Jethro Tull has jarringly blended the end of "Broadsword" with the beginning of "Aqualung." "Sitting on a park bench /Eyeing little girls with bad intent..." sings Ian as he dances across the stage.

I feel a shudder run through my companion. The kiss is released and she draws air sharply between her teeth. She, again, moves her luscious buttocks, releasing my ridged member.
She pulls my hand away from her crotch and turns in my arms to face me. She then kisses me thoroughly, pushing down on my shoulders until I'm kneeling. Widening her legs again, she grabs a double handful of my hair and pulls my face into her dripping crotch.

Without hesitation, I begin lapping at her cunt. Using my thumbs to spread her labia, I bury my face in her wet, hairless pussy. The hot, musky sweetness of her rolls across my tongue as my mustache brushes her clitoris.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," I'm thinking. "I'm on my knees, eating this lovely wench right here in the middle of a huge concert crowd!" Then thoughts are wiped from my mind as I concentrate on trying to make the woman scream! I can't see her face because of the poor lighting and the fabric of the T-shirt dress piled up in front of my eyes, but my companion's fingers are clenching the hair at the back of my head; grinding my face in her cunt. I can feel her breathing. I can feel her knee against my ribs quaking.

Presently, I focus my attention on her clit. I begin planting tiny, sucking kisses upon her joy-button. Her fingers stop pulling at my hair, but she holds my head, as if she can't
decide to pull me in or push me away. Shortly, I feel quivers race through her legs with each kiss I plant. I slip my right hand between her thighs in such a way that I can insert my thumb in her pussy and press my middle finger against the rosebud of her anus. My thumb slides all the way into her lust-slick love tunnel, and I begin to wiggle the tip in time with the music.

Now, the girl's fingers begin to claw at the back of my head. Her nails slowly dig into my flesh, as she starts to shudder uncontrollably. I feel her breath coming in gasps. Her
knees are shaking so that I fear that she might fall. I push the tip of my middle finger into her anus. That little ring of muscle slams shut upon my finger like a jail-cell door!

Of a sudden, her entire body goes stiff. I clamp my lips down around her clit and suck; my tongue flicking the tip of the tiny cone of ridged flesh. She is trying to pull my whole head
into her cunt!

My face is washed in the juices flowing from her pussy. The tangy sweetness sends chills up my spine as my lovely companion is wracked with shudders. I'm almost forced to hold her up while she rides the waves of her orgasm!

By the end of "The Teacher," the song which follows "Aqualung," the luscious brunette has recovered enough to return the favor. She gives my that half-smile of hers before dropping to her knees.

For a moment she seems hypnotized by my throbbing prick as it bobs in front of her face. But she recovers quickly. She wraps her delicate hand around the base of my shaft and presses her lips to its head. Her tongue flicks across the tiny slit in the end, catching up the bead of preseminal moisture which clung there like a tiny pearl.

I look down on her as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. My fingers are caught up in her hair; not pulling toward me, but holding her head for lack of anything else to do. Presently, she engulfs the mushroom-like head of my dick with her mouth. She begins to suck on only the head as the hand she had wrapped around the base of the shaft shifts to capture my balls. The sweet mouth of the young lady then begins to pull me
in. Slowly, inch by inch, she draws my throbbing member into her mouth and down her throat. Eventually, I feel her nose press into my pubic hair as my entire eight-inch prod vanishes between her lovely, sweet lips.

She begins to slowly move her head up and down the length of my cock, never releasing the suction she has built. I can see her cheeks dimpling with the suction of her mouth. She begins to bob and weave, rolling the head around with her tongue at the top of every stroke.

Faster and faster, she pulls me in and releases me. I'm soon gritting my teeth. The fabulous sensation of her mouth and throat upon my cock is driving me crazy. I can feel that old, familiar pressure beginning to build in my balls.  Just as I begin to think I can't stand it anymore, the brunette backs her had away until only the head of my prick is in her
mouth. Then she begins humming along with the song being played by Tull - "Cross-Eyed Mary," I believe. My balls explode! When my cock jumps, I swear I must loosen her front teeth! I pump streams of slippery cream into her mouth and, try as she might, she cannot keep a thin trickle from running from the corner of her mouth. The feeling of her swallowing my cum only prolongs the jolts of my orgasm.

She licks my cock clean and uses her fingers to catch the trickle running down her chin. My sweet lover makes a show of licking this last dab of my cream from her fingers. I pull her up from the floor and our mouths meet in a lingering kiss. I can taste my jism mingling with the sweetness of her mouth. It only serves to turn me on further. Her cool fingers encircle my still ridged member and, using it as a handle, she pulls me down into a kneeling position once more. This time, though, she is down here with me. She pushes my back until I am sitting on my heels.

As I watch in the dim light which filters between the people of the crowd, she releases my cock and grabs the neckline of her dress. With a jerk, she tears the neck apart. With another, the front of her dress splits down to her navel. She pulls the flaps of fabric away from her lovely breasts. They are creamy smooth and no larger than baseballs. Her breasts stand out proudly from her chest with puckered, pink nipples screaming for attention.

Grasping a handful of my hair, she pushes my face into her left breast. I pull most of her tit into my mouth, rolling her nipple around on my tongue. Her moan is lost in the crowd noise, but I feel it through my mouth. Moving carefully so as not to dislodge my sucking lips, the brunette squats down upon my lap. Slowly, she impales herself upon my throbbing cock. As she eases herself down, I can no longer reach her tits with my mouth. I cup her right breast in my left hand while my right arm circles her waist. With a flex of my thighs, I thrust my prod into her to the hilt. The grip of her silken pussy upon my cock is sheerest bliss.

For a moment we stay like this, my cock in her wet pussy as far as it will go, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipple. Then, she eases herself up and I lower myself back to the floor. As she lets gravity pull her down onto my prick, I use my thighs to meet her halfway.
Slowly at first, we continue in this manner, but soon our rhythm is increasing in speed. She comes down on me, I move up to meet her. As we slide apart, her clutching vaginal muscles show their reluctance in losing my cock.

Faster and still faster we thrust ourselves into/onto each other until we are each gasping for breath. Her head is thrown back, mouth open as, presently, I feel her body begin to shudder in the forewarnings of her orgasm. I, too, can feel the boiling surge building in my testicles. I grit my teeth to hold the inevitable at bay as long as I can.

When, finally, she can no longer hold out against the rushing tide of her release, the brunette drops down upon my pole one last time. She hooks her legs around my back. She buries her face in my neck, biting my shoulder through the material of my T-shirt. I feel her nails bite into my back. As for myself, I can but hold on. Both of my hands now hold her arching back as I feel her entire body tense. She is screaming into my shoulder!

I can stave off my own orgasm no longer. I hear myself gasp as my cock fires the first salvo off into her hungry vagina. Stream after stream of my viscous cum are thrust from my prick,
only to be gobbled up by her clutching pussy. After an eternal minute, we are holding on to each other to keep from slumping to the floor. We kiss tenderly. I stroke her back and she plays with my hair. A few minutes longer and we recover enough to climb to our feet. We are still each leaning upon the other, but we are feeling stable enough to stand that way for a time.

We watch the rest of the show holding each other. There are only a few more songs before Ian Anderson calls his final "Good Night!" to the crowd and vanishes from the stage. A few moments after that, the house lights come up. As the crowd begins to slowly filter out, my lovely brunette lover takes my hand. She licks the length of my index finger before drawing it into her mouth. The wonderful sensation of her tongue sliding my finger as she sucks on it rapidly brings my resting prick to full attention.

Smiling up at me for the merest moment, she takes my finger from her mouth and pulls me along through the crowd by the hand. Holding the front of her dress closed with her free hand, she pulls me out into the cool night air. Our breath becomes thin plumes of mist in the chill April night. The young woman pulls me along until we reach her apartment, only a few blocks from the concert hall. We make love about five more times that night and into the morning.

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