It was a few years ago now, when you could still stand up in the terraces at football matches and I was about 18 or 19. One day, we were packed into the terraces as usual, watching United in an FA Cup third round tie - United were a small club even then, not First Division, so this was a bit of excitement. I was there with a group of mates and as it was a big match, there was quite a crowd - big enough that you were all crammed in together. And it was cold, too - December weather.
Anyway, we were about fifteen minutes into the second half and the score was nil-nil when I started to feel a hand rubbing the front of my jeans. First thing I thought was that it might have been some queer bloke trying his luck in the crowd, but when I had a look down, the hand that was doing the rubbing was definitely female and attached to the woman who was standing in front of me. She was right up against the concrete barriers and I was on the same wide step as she was. I'd noticed her when we came in because she was a bit of all right - about thirty, which gave her the air of mystery of a 'mature' woman, with streaky blonde wavy hair going past her shoulders and a long leather coat on with a split up the back. So I was pleased it wasn't a queer, but a bit surprised, especially when the hand started to apply a bit more pressure.
Without even looking round, she was rubbing her hand up and down the front of my jeans, her fingers sliding up and down either side of my cock until she eventually slipped her whole hand down further and cupped my balls, squeezing slightly and moving her hand in a circular movement that was pretty much guaranteed to have me hot under the collar. I could feel my cock getting hard as the blood rushed into it, and it started to fill my pants. She stopped playing with my balls then, and moved up to my cock again. By this time it was thick and getting fuller and harder every second - any minute it would be pushing out the front of my jeans but for the moment it was lying across my front, pointing up towards my jeans pocket. She held my cock through my jeans, running her fingers up and down the length of it, every so often squeezing until I could feel the material of my jeans starting to rub against the sensitive end of my knob. Then she pushed my cock back against my belly and started fondling my balls again, beating a rhythm on them with her fingers and cupping them with her hand and then running her hand up my cock, squeezing all the time.
I started to feel incredibly excited and horny, but also a bit angry, because either I was going to have to dash to the loo with my match programme over the huge bulge in my jeans, and wank myself off, or I was going to cream my jeans right there on the terraces, and have a dark patch to explain to my mates! I decided that if I was going to cum for her, then I could at least give her a taste of her own medicine, so I moved forward until I was touching her back, and then slipped my hand up between the slit in her long black leather coat and onto her arse. I started rubbing her arse through what felt like a stretchy skirt, and then slipped my hand down to see how long the skirt was. It was a mini skirt and almost immediately I felt the top of one of her stockings, and a suspender. By this time, because she was still rubbing my cock, I was so horny I felt I would burst, so I reached up under the skirt, slipped my hand between her slightly-parted legs and slid it up the soft, downy skin of her inner thigh before cupping her hot pussy in my palm, using my middle finger to probe for the magic button through the lacy material of her skimpy panties. The panties were already hot and wet, so I figured she was getting as horny as I was, perhaps more! I still couldn't believe this was happening to me! I slid my fingers under the material and then I could feel how wet and slippery her pussy was - my fingers slipped between her cunt-lips and her clit was hard and pulsating as I slowly circled it with my middle finger.
Suddenly, I felt her go tense and then her pussy started throbbing under my hand and I knew she was cumming right there on the terraces! I dipped three fingers into her wet, eager pussy and she gripped my cock so hard I thought she might break it off! I could hear her gasping and the thought that I had just made her cum made me harder still, so that I could feel my cock pushing against the top of the zipper on my jeans. We were so close that no one else could see what was going on - which was just as well because the next thing I knew, she was unzipping my jeans and my cock was standing proud - almost pointing straight up and certainly the hardest and biggest it had ever been. I'm not huge but I suppose my cock is bigger than usual - about eight inches long and quite thick, especially at the base. I knew what she wanted even as she grabbed for my now exposed erect cock. I parted her leather coat, slipped my knee between her thighs to move her legs farther apart and, using one hand to hold her hips and the other to push aside her lacy panties, I slid my throbbing cock into her wet, warm pussy. At first, the angle wasn't quite right and I could only get halfway inside her, but as soon as the head of my dick started rubbing against the g-spot on the front wall of her pussy, she started gasping and shivering and I knew she was going to cum again. I couldn't believe it - normally with the girls I screwed I had to at least eat them out for a few minutes, licking on their wet, slippery clits and dipping my fingers and tongue into their hot cracks, before I could make them cum, but here was this amazingly sexy older woman cumming all over my cock as soon as I started screwing her!
