"Have fun at the show."
More than you know. To my Mom, I said, "I'll try." I got into my Chevy and drove 15 minutes to the park. "MAN, it looks like I'll be waiting a long time," I whined to myself. At least I'll get a good parking spot, I thought, as I found a spot right next to the line. Running to secure that I'm the next in line, I stood behind a lovely young women.
"Hi. I'm Jessica."
"Bob," I said, extending a hand, which she shook. Jessica had a wonderful body. Short brown hair, with blue eyes. She was somewhat slender, with perky large breasts, a slim waist, with a curvy ass. If I didn't know better, she could have been Britney.
"AHEM. We only just met. I'll have to get to know you a bit better before we fuck."
CRAP. I was caught staring. "Sorry. You look familiar."
"Well, I'm not her," referring to the singer. "Besides, would Brit have a ticket to her own show?
"No. I guess not."
"How long have you been a fan?"
"Every since her first hit. She's BEAUTIFUL."
"I'll take that as a compliment," remembering I said Jess looked like her.
At last, the doors opened.
20 minutes later, it was or turn.
"Lucky. You 2 sit right in the front."
Jess grabbed my hand and rushed to find a seat. "Here's good," she insisted. The seats were only 5 feet from the stage.
With these seats I could almost touch the stars implants. Interesting thought.
"Anyhow, you find me attractive, do you?"
As I turned around, I noticed the beauty was taking off her black silky dress and only had was wearing a black shiny sports bra and matching undies. "What the HELL are you doing?" I asked, shocked.
"Answer the question." The vixen grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her large breasts. They felt extremely soft through the thin material.
"I..UH. What if where caught."
"Let em. The worst that can happen is we're kicked out, we go back home, together, and you can have me. That's the worst, so it isn't so bad." She was slowly guiding my hand over each jug and down to her snatch. "UM. That's good."
Deciding to be brave, I guided my hand inside her panties and put 2 finger's into her wet bush.
"UH. Hey. I LOOVE IT."
"SHHHH." I whispered, rolling my eyes, noting everyone in waking distance, watching us. I guess they weren't TOO appalled with the display. Just horny teens.
"YEES. HARDER." Jessica hissed.
I was still a bit embarrassed looking stupefied at the crowned. Finally, I looked at the stage. GOD. The singer was watching backstage, furiously fingering herself.
The exhibitionist noticed this, and that only increased her humping.
"OH. I'M GONNA CUM. FINGERING MY PUUSSSY."
"NASTY WHORE." I growled.
"YEESSS. I'M A NASTY GIRL. UGH. I'M CUMMING."
As her filth erupted around my hand, we noticed the pop princess was also on the verge on exploding. I wasn't great at reading lips, but I could tell what the singer was saying.
"UH. FINGER THAT NASTY CUNT. I'M CUMMING."
