She lay there, in the aftermath. She was on her belly, cum dribbling out of her and pooling around her thighs. It showed no sign of ceasing, and perhaps she'd cover the whole stage with cum if she lay here long enough. One lone young woman was carrying sound equipment away. She could hear the departing murmur of voices, men and women humming small things to each other as they made their slow ways home.
She lay there, boneless, still breathing hard from the past four hours, sweat still sticky and hot against the cold stage, and cum still liquid dripping from her hair. Her legs were still spread, left that way by the last man who had dipped inside her. She hadn't looked back at him, she hadn't known he would be the last. She was still open a little, the retreating cocks made her feel empty. The retreating people had her feeling abandoned - just a little. She didn't have anyone to go home with. She hadn't come with anyone.
That's part of what had gotten her here. She'd followed a flier to the concert. Half the crowd was dancing so she had too, swaying to the music. She'd worn a long skirt - long enough she hadn't worn panties. She supposed now that might have been taken as an invitation.
She had been grooving, eyes closed, when he had come up and begun dancing with her. The attention had felt good and he had kind eyes. She had focussed on him, dancing - maybe a little seductively. She was feeling mischievous, holding her skirt above her knees, glancing at him through her hair. He had gradually come closer. Body gyrating to the beat of drums, pelvis thrusting a little in a question she hadn't known he was answering with the sway of her hips and eyes.
He had put a hand on her waistline. Maybe he had noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath, maybe not, but he had begun to move against her and it had felt good. She could feel the rising in his pants, and felt the blood rising in her cheeks. She felt attractive. He asked if he could kiss her and she had nodded, and he had, and that had felt good too.
The music swelled and he had hoisted her up so that she wrapped her legs around him. It felt natural. Then his hand was there holding her butt and that had felt good too. He'd slipped it under the hiding skirt, and then fingers had been brushing her vulva and she rocked against him whimpering as the whole world narrowed down to him.
Gradually his fingers had slipped inside her. She felt like she should have said no at some point along the process, but she had missed her cue somehow and she became shy of their surroundings, but a few glances showed that no one else noticed. She felt her hips thrust against his fingers. Perhaps he readjusted for a bit, but it came as a surprise when he stuck something else in her. She accepted it for a moment until she felt both hands on her butt, holding her up. Looking down she saw the angle and knew it was his cock.
