Fantasy - The music's in my blood

My heart was pounding in time to the music, and my ears were aching. My breath was short, and I had a sheen of perspiration across my skin, making me shine. The strobe lights were slowly pulsing, and in between flashes I could see the rise and fall of the crowd. I scanned the faces nearby, looking for you, but you'd been swallowed up in the slowly evolving mass of people. My disappointment was palpable, aching, but I swallowed it and carried on enjoying the concert. I knew you'd find me eventually.

Moments later I felt an arm around my waist, I looked down at the familiar hand, and sunk back to lean against you. There was no way to communicate with sound, as the music was too loud, but you made your intentions clear by sinking your teeth into my shoulder. I smiled blissfully, anticipating further enjoyment. You obliged by painfully gnawing on me. I pulled away slightly, to ease the pain. You punished me by biting again - hard enough to bruise for sure. I winced, and felt you smile against my skin. You like it when it hurts. Hurts me that is.

I felt your hand slide down my thigh, and wondered if anyone would notice, but the crush of people was such that there was no chance. Plus everyone else was too busy enjoying the concert to worry about what we were doing. I had worn a long, loose, ultimately crowd-unsuitable skirt that night... I figured you'd want easy access afterwards. Apparently you wanted easy access right then and there, which you amply demonstrated by slowly lifting my skirt so you could slip your hand under it. The bonus of course being that you then discovered that I was wearing very little under it. Simply a very skimpy, loose g-string. The sound of the concert faded around me, and all I could hear was the quickening of your breathing. I grinned, noting your appreciation.

Your hand disappeared momentarily, and I wondered what had happened, only to feel it sliding beneath my skirt again. Your hand stroked my bare ass cheeks, then nudged the g-string aside to access my now-wet pussy.

Unexpectedly, I felt your cock sliding between my legs. I tried to turn my head around, but you forced it towards the stage again. You dropped my skirt so that it covered everything, then wrapped one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulders. You slid your cock in and out of me in tantalisingly small movements, and sunk your teeth into my neck as we moved in time to the throbbing music.

My breathing was as rapid as my heart beat, and I could feel you winding up to cumming. I contracted my pussy muscles around your cock firmly, and was rewarded with the feel of your gasp against my skin. Your cock throbbed as you unloaded yourself inside my pussy, and I could just hear the sound of your heartfelt groan under the throbbing drums and bass. I shuddered as I felt you withdraw, and smiled as you replaced my g-string. I squeezed my legs together, but a trickle of your cum wound it's way downwards anyway.

The rest of the concert I could concentrate on little other than the music of your lust zinging through my veins.