The anticipation was rising - the time was approaching for the band to come on, and near the back of the sizeable crowd, Alice and Greg were as excited as anyone. Both of them loved live music, and there was the added bonus of seeing their first gig together.
"Can I get you another drink?"
"My shout," said Alice, almost having to shout herself above the babble of noise. "Same again?"
"Yes, please!"
He watched her make her way through the throng, looking great in a simple, short T-shirt and tight-fitting jeans. He'd never seen her in trousers before - she generally went for loose, flowing dresses and skirts, especially after he'd told her that he loved that look, and she'd teased him that he just wanted easy access. He had to admit, though, that the black jeans showed off her slim legs and the curve of her bottom to perfection.
She reappeared by his side with the drinks, smiling, and whispered in his ear.
"I saw you ogling my arse when I went to the bar, you old perv."
"Of course I did. You were deliberately wiggling it."
"I was not! I always walk like that. I might just wiggle it a bit when we're dancing, though, or you'll be leching after all the prettier, younger girls."
"Ha, no chance! You'll be on your own there, anyway - I can't dance to save my life, and you definitely don't want to see me dad dancing."
We'll see about that, she thought to herself with a smile, but before she could make a smart retort, there was a roar as the lights went down. She grabbed his hand.
"Come on, let's get nearer the front."
Reluctantly, he allowed her to lead him through the crowd, amused at the way tough-looking guys who would have glared at him and blocked his way suddenly became generous when a gorgeous, petite brunette smiled at them and wriggled past. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he saw them checking out her backside, then smiled with pride. She's mine! He put a proprietorial arm around her waist as she finally decided that they were close enough, standing near the centre and only a few rows from the front.
The band were on top form, and the crowd were well up for it, needing little encouragement to clap and sing along. Alice moved in front of him, and the punters around them gave her room as she began to sway and dance, her arms above her head as she moved in time to the music. Her T-shirt stretched enticingly over her braless breasts and now and then rode up to expose her bare midriff. God, she looked hot, thought Greg, and she was a natural dancer, graceful, fluid and sensual, without ever being showy.
She turned and yelled in his ear.
"Come on, Dad! You can do it!"
He grinned and began to shuffle his feet, cringing with embarrassment, but he couldn't resist her obvious happiness and encouraging smile. Whether it was the alcohol or her intoxicating presence he wasn't sure, but his inhibitions began to fade a little, and he found himself moving to the driving beat, not caring so much about whether he looked like an idiot. She beamed at him, and the years fell away. He felt young again, a stupid grin on his face, hair plastered to his forehead as the temperature rose.
He'd never enjoyed a gig so much, and it flew by. Before he knew it, the band were launching into their final encore, a slow ballad which had been all over the airwaves a couple of years ago. Alice was in front of him again, her back pressed into him, his arms wrapped around her. She swayed from side to side, grinding provocatively into his crotch, and he felt his body responding. He held her tighter, his erection pressed hard against her backside, and she turned her head to kiss him.
He murmured in her ear.
"You feel so good. I can't wait to get you home."
She giggled and wiggled her bum a bit more, then sighed happily as he kissed her neck and his hand slid up to fondle a breast surreptitiously through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.
"I love you, babygirl."
She twisted her body round to face him and flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tight as he cupped her ass and pressed his body against her.
"I love you so much, Greg. Kiss me again."
He complied willingly. The song finally came to its big conclusion and they reluctantly let each other go and joined in the roar of approval, clapping and cheering hoarsely until the band had waved their final farewells and the house lights came up.
Back home, they were greeted by King, tail wagging enthusiastically, overjoyed to see them again, and even more pleased to be fed. Alice chatted happily as she said goodnight to her pet, still buzzing over the band and the great evening she'd had, all the way up the stairs to the bedroom. When she started teasing Greg about his great dancing, he just grinned and shut her up the best way he knew how - crushing his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding and forceful until her giggles became sighs and moans and her arms went round his neck.
He reached down for the hem of her T-shirt and stripped it off her in one fluid movement as she raised her arms in submission, then their hands were all over each other, feverishly undoing buttons and zips in their need to feel skin against skin. She whispered urgently in his ear.
"Take me any way you want."
Strong hands seized her waist, pulling her over to the bed, and she found herself face down, his weight crushing her into the mattress. His breath was hot against her neck, his chest pushing against her shoulder blades, his hands pinioning her slender wrists on either side of her head. She revelled in the feeling of powerlessness as his muscular legs forced her thighs apart, opening her up. His erection nudged her backside, and for a fleeting moment she panicked, fearing that he was going to take her words too literally and force her virgin behind, but then he was sliding into her pussy, and she gasped in delight as his cock filled her up - so hard, so big.
She was wet and hot and ready, and her body felt wonderful beneath him. Petite and vulnerable, the pliant cheeks of her bum nestling into his belly as he entered her. She made him feel strong and invincible.
She could hardly move in this position, and that freed her to concentrate without guilt on the feeling of him moving inside her. She felt his weight shift off the upper half of her body as he levered himself up on his elbows, changing the angle of penetration. Ooh, that felt good! She caught her breath as he wrapped his fist in her hair, pulling her head backwards until she was looking up at the ceiling, forcing her to arch her back and take him in deeper. She flexed the only muscles she could, remembering her Kegel exercises, tensing her glutes and squeezing him, then he was pounding into her like crazy, deep and hard, expelling the air from her lungs on every stroke. Yes! Yes!
He hadn't meant to be rough with her, but her love of being dominated brought out the wildness in him. He felt her buttocks tense up beneath him, and her pussy tighten around his shaft, his presence of mind slipping away until he was fucking her with abandon, gripping her hair, her arse quivering every time his body thudded into it. Faster and faster, until he felt his balls contracting, gathering themselves for the finish. He roared out his triumph as the pleasure boiled over and he emptied himself deep within her, every muscle and sinew stretched as time stood still in the moment of climax before he collapsed heavily onto her back.
She adored feeling him lose control, slamming into her, the pain of her hair being pulled counteracted by the molten pleasure in her sex. This was all about him using her body, taking what he needed - she needed to feel owned, and when his body suddenly stiffened and he yelled out loud, she was ecstatic. Hot come flooded her pussy, mixing with her own juices, and in that moment she felt supremely happy and fulfilled.
Passion turned to tenderness as his breathing slowed and his senses returned. He kissed her behind the ear and breathed words of love. Only then he realised that he was still crushing her, rendering her speechless, and he hastily rolled off. She lay unmoving and he observed, fascinated, his own come seeping out between her splayed thighs.
"Are you OK, my love?"
She stretched her aching muscles and grinned happily before clambering up and into his arms for a cuddle.
"Mmmm, never better. I love it when you turn into a wild beast!"
He chuckled.
"It's the effect you have on me. I feel very selfish, though. You didn't come, did you?"
"It's not all about orgasms for me -I don't need one to feel good. I want you to be selfish, I want to give you everything you need, the way you do for me."
"I love you, Alice, and I promise that next time will be all for you."
"I'll hold you to that, but that was for me, too. It's my fantasy, too, remember."
His eyelids were drooping now, and he couldn't stop himself from yawning. She kissed him lightly on the lips.
