I'm really not sure how long I'd been waiting to see them. Years, maybe. They'd toured here late last year, and I heard about it the day after tickets went on sale when the gig was already sold out. I'd tried and tried to get one on Ebay, but they were way out my budget by then. This time though, I was prepared. I'd camped out overnight to be first in line when they went on sale, then I was at the venue at dawn to be sure of getting to the front. I wanted to be as close to them as possible.
The show was just incredible. It was as if they'd read my mind when they worked out the set-list. And watching them on stage...wow. I'd managed to stake my place right at centre-stage, hard up against the barrier, and the singer kept looking down at my as I danced and yelled and sang every word of every song. He looked so incredible. He was tall and skinny, but when his shirt came off, his torso glistening with sweat, every muscle on his body was so well defined. It was as though he spent every waking hour in the gym but with only his ever-present bottle of Jack Daniel's for sustenance. I had never thought of leather trousers as sexy, but as he gripped the microphone and wailed into it, I could see how toned his legs and arse were, and I could even make out an inviting bulge at his crotch. He was stroking his mic stand, knowing what every girl in the crowd wanted to do to him, and when he looked down at me again, his mysterious green eyes locked on mine, I began to imagine peeling those trousers off him and stroking what by now was visibly a huge, hard cock.
Just looking at him, I could feel myself starting to get wet. The crowd was jostling around me, so many hot, sweaty bodies bouncing in time to the music. I loved feeling my nipples pressed against the fence that seperated the crowd from the stage, and as the people around me pushed forward I could feel them tingling and getting stiff. I hardly noticed the guy behind me. It wasn't until the last song of the band's set that I realised he'd had his hand on my ass for who knows how long. At first I was shocked, and normally I would have turned round and slapped him. With the rocking of the crowd though, I couldn't be sure it was deliberate, so I let him stay. I couldn't have turned round anyway, no matter how much I'd wanted to. As the last chord of the song faded away and the band raced offstage, I felt the hand pull away, but as we began cheering for an encore, I wriggled myself backwards a little, until I felt his fingers on me again. He was encouraged by my actions, and I felt him squeeze me hard. The band came back onstage, and I can't pretend that all my cheering was for them. Then another hand was on me, and as the band struck up again, I began really grinding my ass back into those waiting palms. I was wearing a short denim skirt, and as the band played on, I longed to feel those hands slide up under it and touch my bare skin. I didn't have to wait long. I was wearing a soft, silky g-string, and as those hands ran over my uncovered skin, I gazed up at the stage, imagining it was the singer touching me.
My pussy was practically dripping by now, and I wondered if my mystery man would dare to go any further. Right on cue, I felt one hand slide down the outside of my thigh, then slowly slide back up the inside. The tip of his finger brushed against me and I gasped loudly. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help bending further forward over the barrier and edging my legs further apart. There was so little room to move that I couldn't have opened up by more than a few inches, but it seemed that's all my mystery man needed. He brushed the tip of his finger against the narrow, soft strip of silk that covered my hole. I took my eyes off the beautiful singer for a moment, glancing at the burly, mean-looking security guards lined up in front of the stage. "Can they tell?" I thought, but none of them seemed to be looking in my direction, so I put them out of my mind and gave in to the sexy sensation. The singer was staring down at me again and I looked into his eyes, dreaming it was his long, slender fingers stroking me. I felt him pull my knickers aside, as one finger slid upwards, probing me, spreading me wide open and running over my clit. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out, but it would hardly have made a difference with all the noise. The crowd was still pushing forward all the time, so it would have been almost impossible for anyone to see what my mystery man was doing to me, but by now, I hardly cared. In fact, the thought that those security guards or even the singer might know was turning me on even more. I needed to feel those knowing fingers inside me. It was like he was reading my mind, as I felt one finger then another start to circle my tight little hole.
