Another story in 750 words!
The packed outdoor concert, with people crammed into the stadium, overflowing to cover the football field. My boyfriend and I were close to the stage. Standing in the second row. People to the left of me, to the right of him, shoulder to shoulder. I stood on top of our cooler to gain the best view.
By standing on top of the cooler, I had more room than others. The man behind, well over six feet, his head was to the left of me, about the same level as me. On occasion, I glanced at his face, and his eyes seemed fixed on me.
The gorgeous man had beautiful eyes, with a carved marble body. In the heat of the summer day, the fellow removed his shirt. With his magnificent pecks, a washboard belly, and bulging biceps, I pondered what lay inside his pants.
He noticed me, noticing him, and gave me a wicked smile. Bending his face to mine.
"Wanna fuck you, baby."
Thoughts rushed through my mind; disturbing, dark desires, fearful anxieties, and an intense adrenaline rush. My eyes gazed to the left, back to my boyfriend, beyond him to others, down the front row. Twisting my head, I stared at the man's lips, which were so inviting. Leaning back into him, I gave him a peck.
This was all the encouragement required.