Rather than move on to someone who's pocket might contain money, this person seemed interested in what they had found. I tried to turn around and look at him, but he leaned closer to my face and shouted only loud enough for me to hear,
"Keep watching the stage."
I looked around but no one nearby had noticed anything was happening. How could they notice? I thought, we were all so close together. As much as I wanted to be horrified, I felt a little thrill sparking up in the pit of my stomach. A total stranger was an inch away from touching me in a way that I shouldn't want. But as I watched the band play, I willed him to keep going.
Without a word from either of us, I felt the hand move further down until there were fingertips playing with the end of my underwear. I stayed still, a statue in the middle of the swaying crowd. The fingers kept going, playing with the lace at the edge of my knickers, making me glad I'd worn my nice ones. There was such a conflict in my stomach. This was a total stranger, touching me. I knew it wasn't acceptable. And yet I did nothing.
Pushing in further, they moved away from the edge, grazing my most private area over the top of the lace. I gasped, a sound lost in the music. Even though it had been less than a minute since it began, I felt a trickle down there, letting me know I was ready. I think they felt it soak into my underwear, because they rubbed a little harder, a little lower and I wanted to beg them to reach inside the fabric.
As though reading my mind, they did. In a move much faster than any before it, the stranger pushed my underwear aside and sunk a finger into me, pressing against my soaked, swollen clit. I moaned, not just because I knew I could and no one would hear, but because I couldn't help it. The strange fingers moved like magic, pressing against me and stroking me exactly right. Every time I wanted them to move, to change direction it was like they knew exactly what I wanted. He pulled me closer to themselves and I leaned in without looking at them. I didn't want to spoil the moment.
I pressed myself against him as my knees began to feel weak, worried my legs would buckle beneath me. Feeling what was happening, the hand began to move faster, press harder, until I climaxed harder than I ever had before. It was stronger, and lasted longer than any encounter I had had in my life. It was the most incredible, liberating feeling to come back down to Earth with the band still playing in front of us all. No one knew what had just happened.
As I started to feel normal again, I felt the stranger discreetly pull their hand away and slip away, somewhere in the crowd. I had no way of knowing who it had been. I turned and looked at the crowd for a while, but it could have been anyone at all.
When the show ended, I found my friends and said nothing about what had happened. As we left I scanned the crowd leaving with us, wishing I could know.
