Disclaimer: This story is written in an ideal sort of world where STD's don't exist. We live in the real world, so if you have sex, use protection.
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It was a Saturday night and I'd been fortunate enough to score tickets to the only local concert date of The Rolling Stones. I like their music somewhat and I was looking forward to the first live concert I'd been to in months. As usual, the stadium was packed, and that was when you got inside. Campus parking was never good, and when there was a big event on, forget about it. I ended up parking almost half a mile away in a hospital parking ramp and by the time I reached the stadium and finished standing in line to get in, I was more than ready to have that first beer.
I forced my way through the crowds, trying not to spill too much beer. I topped the ramp coming into the "seating" area and groaned at all the people thronging the place. It was general admission and it looked like I wasn't going to be anywhere near the stage. I thought that I probably should have expected it and arrived much sooner, like maybe the night before.
I joined a stream of people making their way marginally closer to the stage. I could tell it would be impossible to get back out and have another beer, but maybe that was for the better. I would also have had difficulty getting out to go to the bathrooms so it was better to limit my intake.
Somehow I found an area that wasn't quite as packed as the others and settled in to wait for the show. Settling in wasn't so much sitting down or anything, it was just getting as comfortable as possible standing up. I sipped my beer, but it was gone far too soon, and I dropped the cup underfoot with all the others just as another group began to work into my the immediate area. They were a kind of semi-biker group, with lots of leather but not all the facial hair.
There was one member of the group that I noticed immediately because she settled in directly in front of me. At first I was annoyed because she was slightly taller than me and nearly blocked my view of the stage. Then I started to check her out and I altered my opinion.
As I said, she was maybe an inch taller than my 5'10", and a lot of that was leg. Of course I couldn't see much with her directly in front of me, inches away. But she had a short leather skirt on, and there was plenty of bare leg coming out of it. The back of her leather jacket was unadorned so I figured she probably wasn't with a biker gang. Long sable hair cascaded over her collar to the middle of her back and I was so close I could smell the freshness of her perfume, with a slight hint of beer over it. I'd glimpsed her face as she'd worked into position; dark eyes, her nose a little large but it worked for her. And full lips with a dark red, almost maroon lipstick. The one ear I'd seen under her hair was pierced in at least five places. I made sure there weren't any possible companions watching and checked out her ass. It was gorgeous, rounded and firm under the leather, two delectable globes.
So I was beginning to feel that it wasn't bad to be stuck behind this amazon goddess. I felt kind of shabby next to her leather ensemble, in my sweatshirt and sweatpants and scuffed tennis shoes. I'm sure I looked every inch the sloppy college bachelor. In addition, after my appraisal of the woman's "assets" the front of my sweatpants was tented slightly. I wasn't hard, but my penis had definitely roused himself and was thicker than normal.
