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Going to this past weekend's concert was a chance to get away from the house and kids for a few hours and let loose a bit. The stadium was packed, and we spent entirely too much money on food and drinks. Thinking ahead, my wife (Karen) and I brought a few flasks of alcohol hidden in our clothes knowing how much it cost to buy things there. Now that I think about it, maybe we should have bought more water and food instead of soda for mixers; oh well too late now, but empty stomachs and dehydrated bodies make the liquor just hit you faster. I'm not trying to blame the drinks for what happened later, we were just happily buzzed not drunk by any means. It does help you take some risks you wouldn't otherwise!
After several hours of being on our feet, we were ready to go and decided to leave the venue early hoping to beat traffic. The problem is that the headlining artist was working the crowd good, and the floor was packed. I was leading Karen along so I could take the brunt of the crowd's abuse, and it was like trying to swim upstream through mud. With the view of facing the crowd, in the span of just a couple minutes we saw many girls sitting on someone's shoulders, and Karen pointed out three different times to girls that flashed their boobs to the band.
They were far enough away that the view wasn't the best, but it was the thought that counted. One of my hands was behind my back holding Karen's hand to keep us together. Seeing another flash about 20 feet ahead, I stopped quickly to enjoy the view and point it out to my wife. This caused Karen to run into me, and it sure didn't hurt that my arm bent up, causing her boobs to run into my hands between us.
Squeezing firmly, I turned my head to yell over my shoulder. "Nice timing babe. Even better is that the one in my hand feels better then the ones I just saw!"
Karen turned me around to face her and leaned in to put her cheek to mine, yelling at my ear. "That was the right answer buddy. But don't even think about asking me to do that, I'm not showing my boobs to anyone tonight. Well, just not in here, you can see later."
She settled back but my hand was still firmly attached to her shirt. My other hand joined the fun, now holding both her breasts as we were squished together by the crowd.
"Why not babe? You can do it right here and right now. With the crowd and the darkness, plus everyone paying attention to the stage, no one but me will even notice!"
Karen narrowed her eyes, scowling at me in fake anger, but I could see she was considering it. She has always been a flirt, and sometimes does random things out of the ordinary just for the shock value. Suddenly, leaving the stadium was a distant thought as my mind is easily distracted by boobs.
She started to say something to me, but stopped before I heard anything, and she looked around nervously. I really wasn't trying to influence her, I was really just enjoying playing with her boobs. The whole time we had been standing around, my hands had not stopped moving on her chest. An obvious side effect was that I could now feel two hard nubs appears under my hands, and I made an extra effort to make sure I tweaked and pinched them as my fingers roamed around.
Looking like she had made up her mind about something, Karen grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards her. Her lips touched my ear as her hands fell down to mine, and she started to pull them off of her.
She only got out "Babe, my feet hurt. We need..."
Pulling my head away from hers, I dropped my hands to her hips and twisted, turning her back to me. The crowd helped push her tightly against me, and I felt my cock nestle in between her ass cheeks. Stooping down a few inches, I ran my hand up her thigh and under her skirt only stopping when my hand was firmly planted on her ass cheek. Since we are close the the same height, I didn't have to move very far.
"Can it wait a few minutes?" I yelled to her over her shoulder, "I just wanted to grope you for a few. You can't be mad, you started it!"
She shot me a half-grin and reached up to pull my head closer to her mouth.
"Well only for a minute then, but two can play at that game, mister."
I only half heard her since now I was staring down her tank-top, another thought forming in my mind. Her shirt wasn't exactly skin tight so her DD boobs pushed it out nicely, giving me a clear view straight down to her belly. She let go of me and put both of her hands behind her. She pushed my hand off of her ass cheek and out of the way as her hands went cock hunting. Only a minute ago it had started getting a little thicker as I played with her boobs, but the feeling of her ass shoving into me, and now her hands stroking me through my shorts made my rod spring to life.
Wrapping Karen in a hug, I put both of my arms around her shoulders. Well maybe a touch lower... Without stopping to consider her reaction, I quickly dipped my right hand down her chest, under the tank-top's neckline, and straight onto her left breast, sliding easily under her bra. Over the screaming guitars and yells of the crowd, I heard her yelp in surprise. That was quickly followed by a moan that I felt more than heard as my fingers found her hard nipple and gave it a pinch.
My other arm was mostly blocking everyone else's view, so I moved slightly to accommodate my eyes. A quick push out with my right arm opened up her neckline and she looked down so we could both see my hand squeezing her full breast.