AC/DC hit the stage with a bang. Two cannons fired pyrotechnics into the air as the sound system blasted the audience with ‘For Those About To Rock’. The crowd went wild; cheers, whistling, jumping up and down in a frenzy to the beat and Angus Young’s guitar riff.
Shirley wasn’t a fan of the Australian rock band, but her boyfriend, James, was. They had traveled for four hours that afternoon to get to the open-air concert near Nottingham and had struggled through the huge crowd to get as near to the stage as possible. They were almost twenty feet from James’ guitar idol and James didn’t take his eyes from the stage once during the whole concert.
Shirley struggled to maintain her balance as she was rocked back and forth by the swaying audience. The proximity of those around her was making her feel claustrophobic. She didn’t feel comfortable at all and she began to resent her decision to accompany James to the concert.
Into the third song and Shirley was beginning to feel boredom set in. She began to wish time would move on and the end of the show. James was cheering and clapping to the beat. She struggled to see much of the show as the group of boys in front of her was several inches taller; all she had was a good view of the backs of their heads with the occasional glimpse of a stage light.
She had also made a mistake with the choice of clothing she had worn. A t-shirt and denim jeans would have been better suited than her thin blouse and denim skirt. Still, she felt cooler than some of the others in the crowd who were now perspiring profusely.
Into the sixth song, and Shirley didn’t have a clue what Brian Johnson, the vocalist for the band, was singing. Something about a Jack was all she could make out.
She felt James’ hand touch the small of her back. This lifted her spirit a little, but still, she longed for the end of the show so they could make their way back to the hotel in the city center.
James’ hand slowly dropped to Shirley’s ass and gently squeezed her right cheek. All the while, he cheered and sang along with the rest of the crowd. She felt him lift her skirt a little, just enough to let him touch her silky thigh below the fold of her right buttock. She was also pleased now that she had decided on a thong instead of regular panties. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of James’ fingers as they traced the crease of her ass, under the cotton of her panties.
She began to remember their first time, two months earlier, when they had taken her dog, Fraser, for a long walk in the local wood. The dog had run into thick shrubbery and James ran after him. Shirley began to call out to them, but there was no reply, so she too decided to search the shrubbery. As she ducked her head under some low branches, she felt James tug her arm. She fell onto him, he was laying on the floor, and they kissed passionately. Within seconds, James had his thick cock inside her pussy and after several thrusts, he ejaculated. Although it was over in a couple of minutes, the thrill of it all always made Shirley damp whenever she recalled the moment. And tonight, she was damp once again.
