The concert had just begun and everyone was jostling for the best position. This sexy little brunette in front of me kept standing on her tippy toes, jumping up and straining to see Norah. She was obviously a devoted fan so I decided to give her some much needed help.
I picked up her tiny body, placed her blue jean clad ass on my six foot high shoulders and said, "How's that?"
She hooked her legs around my back and yelled, "Hell yeah! It's like I've got my own front row seat! Is my butt too heavy? You didn't have to do that, you know. I'm used to being the shortest. It's a good thing I'm not nearly as fat as I used to be or you probably wouldn't have even attempted to pick me up like so."
I chuckled, "Don't bet on it. Since I've got the sexiest woman in the whole damn house riding me, you could be twice your weight and I'd still carry your pretty ass! You just let me know when you're ready to get down, okay? By the way, what's your name? What? Speak up, I can barely hear you!"
"It's Shelly, but you can just call me Shel for short!"
"God, you smell nice, Shel! I once knew a girl who's natural scent was eerily close to yours. Wait a minute!"
I let my riding woman down and actually looked at her face for the first time.
"Holy shit! Is that you, Shelly Marchant? I can't believe it, after all these years and you couldn't be looking better if I were dreaming!"