Part 1, the concert...
Julie and I, worked out of the same building, she worked in another division and I worked more for the corporate side of the company. For weeks we exchanged flirtations at work. She was a cool, hippy-chick that looked incredibly hot in a t-shirt and jeans. Whenever we encountered each other she'd look at me with sultry grey-blue eyes, glimmering with exuberance. She had long curly, light brown hair, incredible full lips, a great ass and the perkiest tits...even more distracting to me, there were days where it appeared she was hard all day. Her nipples were always on high-beam...WTF! Men are simple when it comes to noticing women; I was certainly no different and my colleagues were noticing the same nipple-age. Of course, there was a little trashy, but discreet, office gossip...you put a bunch of men together and you get a locker room.
That's, all good, but I started to fantasize about her way too much. In my mind I had her spread out in one of the fields, sucking her tits and fucking her brains out. Another featured those amazing lips wrapped around my cock, with me grasping her curly hair and pushing myself into her throat. After that type of thing for a week or more, I realized it was time to do something, so I approached her as she walked to her car and asked her out for coffee. We hit it off great and talked for a couple hours. I figured, I was about nine years older. She was still in school and trying to decide the direction she was going; she wanted to declare a major. We talked about music, school...work. I decided to pursue things further and asked her out to a concert in Chicago.
We were just starting a relationship...maybe...with all the exuberant phone calls and hand-holding. The night before the concert, we had gone out for a beer and ended up in her back seat. We made out for a good hour, before we had to stop and go meet a couple friends. I sensed that she was excited to meet my friends...a good sign that she was committed to something, with me. And, if we didn't show or arrived late, my buddies were ruthless...they would embarrass her and me. I'd reciprocate and do the same for them. Anyway, we met them and had a great evening out together. It certainly set the tone for the upcoming concert.
We left work early and set out for the concert. We got there at the perfect time to get a beer (and t-shirts, of course) and stake-out a position, where we had a great view of the stage. The concert was incredible; we were having a great time. We had lawn seats and everyone was standing so I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders. About an hour into the show, I employed a tired but proven move, I rubbed her shoulders and gradually wrapped my arms around her waist. She snuggled into me and I pulled her tighter. As she turned her head, I reached around to meet her with a slow lingering kiss. It was a beautiful first kiss moment even though it wasn't first kiss.
We moved our bodies with the music a little as she pressed into me. When she felt me hard and pressed against her ass, she said, "I like what I'm feeling back there...it feels good." She moved my hands up to her breasts, "Here, check these out"
Definitely a sweet handful, her tits seemed wide and full...they were perky! With my thumbs, I discreetly rubbed her nipples through the t-shirt. My senses were going nuts as I explored them; she seemed to have bigger nipples. Tasty stuff, I thought, but something was different with her nipples. Fuck, I just wanted to rip off that damned shirt and start sucking those things...I couldn't wait to get her alone (or jump on her). A great concert up to that point, but I don't think either one of us heard the concert after that moment. The kissing and groping went on throughout the remainder of the show. We were both excited about what had transpired; so, we decided to stay the night in the city. While waiting a long time for traffic to dissipate, we made out in the car. Finally, the traffic started to move but that meant we had to stop what we're doing...that sucked because she had just made her intentions very clear by grabbing and stroking me through my jeans. We both wanted to continue, so we assured each other, we'd get back to it when we reached a hotel. We clearly had some things to finish.
We had a bit of a drive so we were doing some binge-listening to celebrate the concert. I was driving north on I-55 and the ice was broken, big time, when Dance Naked came through the speakers. She gave me a sultry grin, turned it up and said, "Rob, you're getting some of this tonight" and she lifted her shirt. I was in four lanes of traffic and almost drove off the road...fortunately, no one was in the adjacent lane. I was startled (and impressed), but it didn't faze her; she pulled her everything completely off and I had a closer look at those tits. Fuck, she must have 36 or 38"...Cs or even Ds! Fuck...I'd groped them all night; and they were gorgeous and perky...they had puffy or protruding nipples. They were amazing...I'd never seen puffy nipples like that...but I realized the high-beam or the hard nipple mystery was solved!
I really wanted to swerve off the road and enjoy my first puffies!!! Fuck, they looked like all kinds of fun.
I laughed, "Jules, we got a little further to drive...you're gonna have to cover those...we'll never make it."
She wasn't backing down and was more interested in escalating things...she said "What about this?" She leaned down to rub and stroke my crotch, picking up where she had left off; within seconds she had my pants down. I remember her watching intently as my cock popped out over the top of the pants. With a huge smile and even bigger eyes, she said "That's sweet!"
Looking up at me "Fuck, it's big...the biggest I've had!"
"Do you see a lot of cocks?"
"No, no, my ex's just haven't been big like this...and you're only the second guy since high school." I laughed and she immediately grabbed her phone and shot a photo. "Rob, I want to remember this!"
"Look" as she snapped a photo and turned the phone for me to look, "Look how photogenic you are."
Still giddy and grinning, she threw the phone aside and asked, "Can you drive while I do this?" as she wrapped her lips around the tip and stroked me.
I replied, "Of course, I can drive with my cock in your hands...and mouth. Who couldn't?"
I looked down at her as she ran her tongue all over my cock. At first, she focused all of her attention on the head. Layered with spit, she stroked it with her hand and started taking more and more into her mouth. I ran my hand through her beautiful curly hair.
"Fuck Jules! That's fucking good" I moaned as she gradually took it deeper. She was tentative at first, but now she was nudging her throat and testing its limits with the cock.
While she sucked and throated me, I brushed that beautiful hair aside with my hand. I wanted to run my fingers through it and push her down harder, but I really couldn't handle anymore...I needed to keep both hands on the wheel and drive. I opted to let her take care of the blowjob, since I was driving at 70 mph. She increased the pace a bit, taking me harder and deeper. As I closed-in on orgasm, I was approaching a light and having serious trouble flowing with the traffic. I breathed a sigh of relief when we came to a complete stop.
"Oh God! Here it comes!" I shot my load at the red light, pulsing a thick spray into her mouth.
