I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I'd sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.
I'm sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn't even see your feet, there were so many people. I wore a mini, a full flouncy. Even the lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize my pussy. I loved the feeling and am always so hot in the stadium I've started dressing for comfort more than appearance. I wore a little tank top that matched and low-heeled sandals. All and all I was comfortable, and didn't think I looked too bad.
A person is often jostled about in these lines, and more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my tits. I didn't know if sometimes it was on purpose or not, and I didn't really care. If the guy turned around and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving smile or pretended not to notice.
I'd been in line about ten minutes when I finally noticed the man behind me. I didn't turn around to actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity against my back. He didn't seem overly tall or intimidating, so I continued to ignore him and wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass, I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But no, I don't want a confrontation. Besides a part of me wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just touch me in plain view of all these people?
Suddenly, a crowd of kids shoved through the line on their way to the men's room, and the man behind me took advantage. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me back against his hard on. His cock was rigid against my ass, and a thrill of excitement pulsed through me, spiraling right to my loins. He held me there a few moments, and when I didn't protest, his hands moved around to the front of my skirt.
Frantically I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but if they had, they didn't let on. The roaring conversation continued, and I continued to be jostled by unseen bodies as well as fondled by the man behind me. The little thrill of excitement escalated until I knew I was getting wet. My nipples hardened beneath my tank. I didn't wear a bra, again for comfort's sake, but at that moment, I wished I had. Perhaps a bra would just add a tad bit of secrecy to what I was feeling. My nipples stood out like little sentinels, announcing my aroused state.