I pushed my way towards the front of the crowd. Bumping bodies as I try and hold my beer above my body. I defiantly donât need to be spilling that all over my shirt. With each person I passed I could feel hands roaming over my ass or my boobs. Gotta love going to shows. You never know what youâre gonna find here.
Guys in bands, no matter what they look like usually, I find attractive. I donât know itâs something about their hands either moving over the strings of the guitar or pounding on the drums that just make my heart beet faster and my body feel all hot. So you could just imagine my excitement when I got towards the front and there you were playing guitar. Immediately I wanted to get closer. So I pushed my way towards the front, my body rubbing against the guys next to me, but I didnât mind. I loved the feeling of their sweaty bodies. I looked up at you and noticed how you got so into your music, your face so serious as you play. I just smiled up at you, biting my lip as I watched your fingers play. I love your long fingers and masculine hands. Hands tend to be my favorite and yours are so sexy.
As I was bouncing to the music a bit I couldnât keep my eyes off you. I looked next to me and there was a few other girlsâ there- and they must have had the same idea that I did. When the song had finished they were screaming and I couldnât help but look at the blonde. She was jumping up and down, her breasts almost falling out of her small tight shirt. I looked down at my black shirt and decided if I was to jump up and down like that my breasts would try and fall out as well I smiled at that, maybe itâd get your attention. I looked up and sure enough your eyes were glued to the girls next to me.
I looked back over at the girls and they were giggling at the attention they were getting. The next song started back up and they decided to get your attention again. They began bouncing up and down but this time they would graze their hands along each otherâs breasts- innocent fun one would think. A couple of guys noticed what was happening and began cheering them on. They loved the attention so they began grinding with each other- although it didnât seem to go to the music they didnât care. The boyâs hands next to them started to roam over their young bodies as well. By now many people noticed and you could tell everyone was enjoying the new show.
I glanced back up at you and you were back to playing your music with a serious face, but you kept looking back at the girls every now and then watching the show as well. The girlsâ shirts were being brought up little by little as the guys got more daring. The girls loved it until an older girl came over and grabbed the blondeâs arm. All that was heard was âMom⊠weâre leaving now!â The older girl pulled the two girls off the floor. HmmâŠwonder what their age actually was, looked around 20, but maybe they were only 16 or 17?
All the other guys werenât too happy about this, but decided to get back to the show on stage. The band started picking the pace up and everyone was having a good time. Because the two girls left I think the guys in the audience thought they could do that to anyone, so as I was bouncing to the music I felt a hand on my hip. I didnât think anything of it at first because that was normal for such a large crowd. When someoneâs hands moved up to right under my breasts I knew something more would be happening. I looked back and kind of leaned into the guyâs hand, letting him know I didnât mind his touches. It was exciting standing there in a crowd and having someone feels me up in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music as his hands began to slide over my nipple, it became instantly hard and I couldnât help myself I began moving my hips up against his crotch.
I felt another set of hands begin to move up my thigh. A chill ran down my spine. I opened my eyes to find you watching what was happening. Your eyes traveled from my thighs up over my stomach, and up to my breasts. Your eyes finally got to my face; I smiled a slow smile as our eyes met. The hands covering my breasts began their assault at a faster, harder pace. My eyes never leaving your face as I watched you drink in my body. My hips started to rock as the guyâs hands on my thighs began moving up under my skirt. I could feel eyes on me and it just turned me on even more.
The crowd started cheering, I hadnât even noticed but they were playing their last song. I looked around and I could see the next band on the sides ready to go on up after this band. I didnât want to stop watching you play so a frown was on my face. The hands roaming my body were still making me hot, but I knew it would soon end right after this song.
The band finished up their song, said their thank-yours and headed out to the back of the club. I bit my lip thinking what I should do next. I didnât really want to be a groupie following them back there, but I needed/wanted to see you and let you know exactly how much guys who play in bands turn me on. The entire time you was playing I would picture those hands to be yours running all over my body. Your long slender fingers running up my thighs⊠god how I wanted you. Thatâs it; Iâve made up my mind. I stood up straight, pushed my chest out and marched back behind the stage area. There were three doors; one was clearly the dressing room. I started walking up to it when the door opened.
I came face to face with you. You were so much taller then me, but once again that only turned me on even more. Just being this close to you made me want to touch you. I smiled and gently reached out my hand to touch your chest. âI really loved the way you played. Youâre amazing.â
âOh you think so huh?â You smirk down at me. âYou seemed to be having a good time out in the audience.â