It was the perfect day. The weather was the wonderful 76 degrees that San Diego is known for. So I wasn't too uncomfortable as I sat in the amphitheater seat waiting for the Dave Matthews concert to start. I was all cool, calm and relaxed on the outside, but internally there was a wicked storm raging. You see, I had the greatest ticket: right orchestra pit, row F seat 8. He had seat 9 besides me. Thank god, he wasn't there yet. We had arranged to meet there. We both loved DMB and it seemed like a wonderful place for a rendezvous. So, again, I was anxious as fuck as I waited for him. To pass the time, I decided to chat up my fellow DMB fans around me. I asked them the usual questions: What's your favorite song? How many concerts have you been to? It's very important to befriend your neighbors at a DMB concert. I'd learned that early on. So I chatted with the married couple besides me and the frat boys behind me. I was deep in discussion about the finer points of the music, when I heard his voice behind me.
"So here we are tonight,
you and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright."
This internal storm that I had inside of me fumed. My heart raced. I nearly panted. But I turned slowly and saw his smiling face looking at me. This calmed me a bit, not much. We said our hello's, pleasantly chatted for a little. Magically as the concert started, I relaxed. I let myself enjoy the Dave on stage. The David besides me started to slowly wrap his arms around my shoulder, then my waist. As we stood singing along to the music, David started massaging my neck and arms. It felt so damn good that I relaxed into him. Nothing could have been more perfect at the time. After a while, he slowly started to roam his hands over my thighs and teasingly up my skirt. God! There was nothing I wanted more than for him to tease me like that, but the anxiety of being in public made my heart skip. Then, he started in earnest. He wrapped a hand around my chest and exposed my neck as he bit the side of my neck. They were soft bites at first. But then he made me moan into the air as he raked his teeth against my skin. I couldn't help but to let out a little yelp as he tightened his hand around my throat and bit into my neck once again. God, it was divine. Once he knew he had me off guard, he wasted no time. He slid a hand up my skirt and over my panties.
"Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me."
"You're dripping wet," he said into my ear. I just nodded. I couldn't speak. I had to hold my breath as he slid the wet panties aside and slid a finger inside my core. When I opened my eyes, I started to panic. David was shielding my body from the eyes of spectators pretty well, but the closeness of the bodies around us made my anxiety heighten. Then he did the unspeakable, he took his finger out of my dripping wet pussy and slid a finger in my puckered ass. I lost it. Literally, I screamed. This alerted our neighbors and they turned a quick glance at us. My male neighbor smiled as he took in the visual of my hiked skirt and David's body pressed tightly behind. My female neighbor, well, she was tougher to read. The look of shock and awe was clear on her face, but she had a streak of curiosity in her eyes.
"You might want to keep quiet," David whispered into my ear as he bit into my lobe. For the next couple of songs he kept running his wet finger from my ass to my pussy and back again. He'd carelessly slip it in, and back out. It was driving me crazy but keeping me very, very wet. The couple besides us eventually lost interest and returned their gaze onto the stage. I have to say that they would both periodically sneak a peak at us. David kept on fingering me. He'd grind against my clit until I almost buckled under the pressure, then he would switch to sliding a finger or two in my ass, or my pussy, and on several occasions both. I was trying my best not to pant, not to moan, to just take it as best as I could. God, it was deliciously naughty. He then took his wet hand, sodden by my juices and brought his fingers to my mouth. He looked into my eyes and forcefully said, "Lick them."
"Sour as my fingers