"Look" Kristen said once they reached the bathroom. "This place is filled with dicks. I want you to stay with Michael, okay? Don't go off by yourself at any time. I mean it. Do you understand?"
"Yes Kristen, I won't I promise." Sarah responded.
On the way back from the bathroom a man approached Sarah and grabbed her arm trying to pull her around to start a conversation. Kristen immediately stepped in between.
"If you touch my sister again, I will FUCKING KILL YOU." She said, looking him right in the eyes. He released her arm and Kristen directed Sarah away from him. "Fucking asshole" she murmured under her breath. Sarah loved that her older sister defended her and squeezed her hand. Kristen squeezed right back.
"I told you." Kristen yelled to Sarah over the crowd.
When they got back to the table, they were greeted by Michael, their drinks, and a pitcher of beer. The girls all sat back in their seats and Sarah was thrilled to find his lap again. In her excitement of seeing Michael again, she just plopped down without adjusting her dress which placed her directly in contact with only her panties. She hadn't expected this but also didn't attempt to correct the situation. She felt so good in his lap that it didn't matter.
After only a few moments she could feel Michael getting hard through his jeans right below her. She adjusted a bit to make sure that is what she was feeling but there was no doubt the rising underneath her was Michael pressing through his jeans and her panties. She could feel his dick comfortably setting between her ass cheeks.
While Kristen and Beth started in on their first pitcher of beer and the boisterous crowd meandered about awaiting the start of the concert, Michael slowly slipped one of his hands just under the fabric of Sarah's sundress. He could feel her bare ass sitting right in his lap. The voices in Sarah's head were screaming. She could fuck Michael right now in this crowd of people and no one would be the wiser.
The band came on the stage and the crowd went wild. Everyone rose to their feet and started clapping and shouting. Kristen and Beth started jumping up and down to the music with their arms in the air. Sarah followed their lead, standing up right in front of Michael, clapping and shouting. The floor was packed with people and all the lights focused directly on the stage and the band.
When Sarah stood up, Michael allowed his hands to slowly slip under Sarah's dress in the darkness, grabbing her firmly by the hips and guiding her until she was right in front of him. His hands started to explore her body Inch by inch, He slowly caressed her bare legs moving higher with every pass.
Sarah no longer was interested in the concert. Yes, she was standing. Yes, this was her favorite band, but the only thing that mattered in her life at this moment was Michael's hands and fingers were all over her. From his seated location, he had direct access to every inch of her and nobody around could even tell. He let his hands slip up between her inner thighs and caressed the soft cotton of her panties. Sarah gasped as his fingers touched her. All at once she recognized that in a crowd of screaming people, nobody could hear her any sounds coming from her mouth. She let herself moan, reaching back to Michael's shoulders to regain her balance as his fingers traced the interior of her thighs. She spread her legs around his giving him better access.
The other night when she was on the couch with him, she had just one of his hands to contend with. Now in this moment, here in the middle of this crowded bar, she had Michael's complete attention. She felt as he slowly moved both hands from her hips to around her front, delicately touching her lips through her panties. Gently stroking and caressing up and down the cloth.
She would do anything he wanted in this moment. Anything at all. If he wanted to strip her naked right now and fuck her in front of all these people, she would do it without even a moment of hesitation. She had already decided to submit to anything he wished. She bent her knees until she felt herself encounter Michael's leg. She started slowly grinding against him as he controlled her actions by pulling and pushing on her hips.
She looked at her sister and Beth, and the surrounding crowd and found to her delight that she might as well be invisible. Not a soul was paying attention to her except for Michael. She felt as his fingers pressed harder against her panties, sliding up and down pressing her lips and clit against the fabric. His hands felt heavenly as they made their way down and up, over, and over. She could feel her wetness seeping into the cotton.
Sarah sat back down in his lap and spread her legs for him. His hands held her firmly as he continued to run his fingers up and down. She felt as his fingers slipped up above and then down into her panties, hidden under her flowing dress. She gasped as his fingers dipped in between her lips and traced playful circles around her clit. He would tease and then insert his fingers deeper, and then teasing again. First one finger, then two fingers inside her. She pressed against his hand harder, wishing and wanting Michael to continue his exploration into her.
Michael worked his magical fingers in and over Sarah's wet pussy as the music pounded and the lights blinded, and the crowd danced and shouted and clapped. He worked his way inside her until he could feel Sarah getting close, He would wait until she started fucking back against his fingers before pulling away, not allowing her to climax. He would stay away long enough that Sarah would reach out for his hands again in desperation, grasping them with her own and trying to place them back in contact with her pussy.
Michael continued to take his time. He knew that as bad as Sarah wanted this, she wasn't ready yet. He was going to take as much time as he wanted and there was nothing, she could do about it.
The next time Sarah stood up; Michael placed both hands back on her hips under her sundress. He slipped his fingers around the sides of her panties and in one slow movement, pulled her panties off her hips, down her thighs and watched as they fell to the floor. Sarah's mouth opened wide as she felt this happening -- yet did nothing to stop him. He picked up her panties off the floor and placed them in his jacket pocket.
Michael stood up with her. He stood directly behind her, pressing into her. Sarah wrapped her arms up and around his neck and he let his hands explore her neck and shoulders and breasts, pushing her back into him. She melted into him, feeling her ass brush against his hard cock. It felt like his hands were everywhere all at once. Nothing mattered except Michael's hands on her, getting her close and then pulling away repeatedly, only to stop just before she reached the tipping point of orgasm. It was both maddening and impossible to resist. She got closer with every single pass that Michael made.
She welcomed his fingers deeper inside, pushing, pulling, rubbing, and grinding against his strong hands. Sometimes one finger, sometimes two. Sometimes inside, sometimes just lightly grazing her lips and clit. Sometimes lightly touching against and around her ass. Always changing. She found that when she was standing, she was shaking. And when she was sitting in his lap, she was shaking even more. She could feel her own juices dripping down his fingers onto her bare legs as he fondled her in front of all these unknowing people. In front of Kristen and Beth, now on their second pitcher of beer.
Sarah had lost all control. It wasn't fair. Michael kept moving the bar. Every time Sarah thought it wasn't possible to be any more turned on or go any higher, he would find a way to push her just a little bit farther. Her mind was blank. She no longer cared about anything except what was Michael going to do to her next. She wanted him inside of her more than she wanted anything in her life. More than she wanted to breathe. Yet he continued with his slow and relentless march toward complete and total madness. How long could this last? Was it minutes? Was it hours? She had lost track of time.
By the time Kristen and Beth got their 3rd pitcher of the night, the girls were both completely three sheets drunk. They could barely stand up. They were yelling and screaming as the concert came to a final roaring finale. The house went wild as the band waved and exited the stage and the house lights came on.
Sarah had never wanted to cum so badly in her entire life. It was both the best and the most tormenting feeling she could ever imagine. The entire show, all that Michael did was tease her into complete and total submission. Every single time without fail, he would bring her right to the edge of orgasm, then back off at the very last second. She looked at Michael, begging, pleading for the release she longed for. He looked back at her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Patience" he whispered in her ear.
The focus changed to exiting the club and herding Kristen and Beth down the street, up off the sidewalk multiple times, and back into the car. Neither Kristen or Beth was anywhere near capable of driving home so Michael took the keys and the drunk girls fell into the back. Sarah sat next to Michael in the front seat for the ride home.
Kristen and Beth spent the whole ride home yelling about which band member was the hottest and then demanding that Michael stop at McDonalds. He held onto Sarah's knee during the drive. She wanted his hand to just touch her more, immediately, however he never moved it higher than the bare skin on her knee. Sarah felt like she belonged to Michael. She didn't care if it was Kristen's boyfriend. There wasn't a rational thought left in her brain.
When they finally made it back home, Kristen and Beth were bitterly arguing over who was more likely to fuck the bass player. Everyone was sitting in the living room when Sarah stood up to go use the restroom. Kristen suddenly noticed Sarah.
