badinfluencegirl

yeah.

so.. yeah.

i went to a concert tonight, i won’t tell you who because that would be telling but i will tell you that there was a lot of loud and driving rhythms and that i was horny as hell before i ever got there.

the kind of horny you get when you spent hours the night before reading really good erotic blogs and didn’t masturbate. yeah, where you’re sopping wet and leave yourself unsatisfied just because you can. and (honestly) because you don’t want to have to have a shower in the morning.

so i go to this concert and at some point i stick my finger in my button flys and realise that i can almost, but not quite, rub myself off right there. but i can’t.

i’m with someone’s young thing and i can’t be caught masturbating in the middle of a concert, although it’s now in my list of things to do and soon.

so i sit there, letting my hips thrust as they will and pretending to listen to the music and i start to fantasize about a post that i’m writing and about someone reading this blog right at that second and imagining the things i write about and gaining arousal or hopefully orgasm from it.

so yeah, i was horny.

anyway, i should warn you that this story doesn’t end well and that i REALLY need a cell phone.

all right so me and several friends lose each other on the way out but we’ve made arrangements to meet up. well somehow i start chatting with this young thing (for serious, like ten years younger than me) and the next thing i know he’s holding my hand or rubbing my thigh and i’m letting him.

i never let that happen, i just don’t.

so we wander around a little, theoretically in search of our respective groups and end up standing beside the place where the vast majority of concert goers are streaming out of the venue.

and he grabs my ass and turns me toward him and we start full on making out right there. totally pressed against each other, i can feel his erection, he’s playing with my breasts and our tongues are mating.

there’s neck nibbling and skin on the back touching and rubbing of each other through our clothes and meanwhile ten thousand people are streaming out of a concert five feet away… and i don’t care about any of them, in fact i like that they’re watching.

except? yeah the young thing. i don’t know if she’s ahead or behind and i can’t bear the idea of getting busted that way (not my place to be a bad/good/whatever example to other people’s kids right?)

anyway it’s making me twitchy so he and i walk away and find a giant planter to lean on. a giant planter that faces a bar so anyone sitting on it’s patio has a full view of us.

a giant planter that backs onto a parking lot and has people streaming by.

and my back hits the wall and we’re making out feverishly. his hands are sliding down my pants to grab my no underwear wearing ass and my hands are crawling up his back to grip his skin.

after a little struggling with my belt he’s got my pants undone and he is playing with my sopping wet pussy. sopping fucking wet. and i’m groaning and pinching his nipples.

i can’t even tell you what we did it was so fast, i only know that he had my breasts exposed and my pants hanging open and i had his pants around his knees.

i’ve never done anything like that before, i’ve only ever thought about it.

i’ve especially not moaned into a strange boy’s neck while throngs of people walk by ten feet away.

and sliding my back down the wall to take him into my mouth? me???

*i* did that?

oh you guys it was tragic. all we wanted was to find a condom and bang our brains out but no. i don’t have a cell phone and neither does he and the crowds dispersed and we had to tear ourselves away unfulfilled.

me sopping and him dripping and both of us so horny it hurts but our timing was perfect because his friends were walking toward us from fifty feet away. so we smiled at each other and mouthed the word thank you and headed off in our respective directions.
two minutes earlier and they would have seen him, pants around his knees and penis in my mouth as he fucked my mouth.

five minutes earlier they would have seen him with his hands sliding on my soaking wet pussy and mine all over his penis as i bit his neck and he sucked my nipple and i groaned into said neck.

three minutes before that we were making out like bandits and had forgotten that our sexes were hanging out as we kissed and played with each other’s nipples, our pelvises grinding.

he walked away with me all over his fingers. part of me wonders if he shared my smell or just enjoyed it as a secret memory for himself on the long drive home. you know… cleaning his fingers and fantasizing about all the things we only said we wanted to do…

the back of my mouth tastes like cock. god i wanted him to come… would that we could have called our friends…

i never did find out his name.