Her eyes roamed the venue, taking in the crowd of people in the small club. Last minute she had bought a ticket for this newcomer artist, it was cheap and she wanted to get out. Her fingertips drummed on the back of her phone in the pocket of her coat, nervousness settled in. It wasn’t the first concert she attended alone but it certainly took a little courage.
A kind smile from the worker at the coat check signaled it was her turn and she slipped out of her coat, clutching her phone in her hand and holding her purse in the other. Afterwards she tentatively stepped further into the venue. Music greeted her over the speakers, some pop song. Red lights streamed over the ceiling, a queue stood by the bar that was lit in white and blue. Chatter from all directions reached her.
She bit her lip and looked at her phone. Ten minutes til the start. Her eyes took in the amount of people, everyone standing with someone else. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, maybe she would get to know someone that evening, who knows. With a newfound confidence she took place by the bar and ordered a Long Island ice tea. Her purse hung around her shoulder and the warm air of the room hit the sliver of stomach exposed from the crop top. With her drink in hand she made her way through the crowd until she found a spot she liked and waited for the artist to start.
The first few songs ripped her away, she swayed with the people around her, sipped her drink, hummed the melodies of the songs. The bright smile of the artist infected her to grin back, her body buzzed with excitement. The bass vibrated through her body and the voices carried through her mind, the alcohol doing the rest to loosen her up. That’s when she noticed someone looking over at her from a few steps away.
In the dimly lid venue she could barely make out his face but his posture was confident and his hair looked nice. She returned his smile and focused back on the artist, but his eyes stayed on her. When the song ended, he walked over to her.
“You enjoying yourself?” His deep voice boomed through her ears.
She nodded. “Yeah!” A bright smile appeared in her face. She didn’t regret going alone.
His cologne filled her nose and the musky, fresh scent quickened her pulse. He smelled good, comfortable, kind of soft.
“It’s so visible on your face, your vibe is amazing!” He went on.
It flattered her, her cheeks formed even tighter apples and her eyes narrowed to happy little slits. “Awe thanks!”
They stood with each other for the next two songs, swaying in the same direction, arms bumping into each other. Her eyes studied him a little. The way his shirt tightened around his bicep, how his jeans sat on his hips, the little swaying dance moved that looked so fluid and good. And that smell, god, he smelled delicious. Up close she could see his face a lot better, strong nose and great jawline with some trimmed hair. If she would have to use an adjective to describe his face it would be masculine. Or handsome. Well, both, probably. Handsome masculinity.
His Adam’s Apple bopped when he took a sip of his beer and her gaze wandered down his neck to his shirt. Something overcame her and she wanted to kiss his neck. She caught herself with the thought and ripped her eyes away from him.
“How come you’re alone here?” He asked her after the second song ended.
“It was a spontaneous thing,” she replied, shrugging it off. “What about you?”
He gave her a smirk. “My colleagues are over there,” he cocked his head to the right. “But I saw some better chance for company…”
That let heat stream into her face. There was something about this man, his demeanor that attracted her. You know how sometimes you meet people and it’s like you can read them, you already know they’re a certain way or there’s a strange familiarity. She felt that, a pull towards him, something crackling between the two.
His hand softly made contact with her waist and a jolt bolted through her body. “Would you like another drink?”
“Oh- umm… no I… I shouldn’t-“ she stammered. His hand lingered hot on her body.
“A water, maybe?” He suggested understanding.
Her eyes softened, grateful he wouldn’t push the matter and she nodded. His hand sneaked from her waist to her hand and he closed his hand around hers. A surprised sound escaped her lips when he guided her behind him through the crowd to the bar.
There was something hot about the way he led her, protective and gentle but how he had grabbed her as if it was not even a question added some assertiveness she liked. A pang of safety thrummed in her chest. Her nipples tightened under her shirt.
He didn’t let go of her hand when he ordered their drinks, instead his thumb played little patterns on the back of her hand. It made her stomach fuzzy.
“How do you like the singer so far?” His eyes caught hers and by the lights from the bar she could see the deep color of them for the first time. They were beautiful.
“I like it, it’s really great, how about you? Did you know the singer before tonight?” Her voice was a little higher than usual and she was more than aware of the way he leaned in, still holding her hand. It made her knees weak.
“Yeah, known him for about a year. Pretty cool that he’s touring here.” A smile tugged on his lips.
He gave her the glass of water, passing it only from the bartender to her and she took a sip, grateful for the cold beverage cooling down the heat that spread in her body. She wasn’t sure what went into her but her body temperature had risen and there was a slight tremor on her hands.
The next song started, voice and instruments flooding the little room. It gave him the perfect excuse to lean in even more, almost reaching her face when he asked her, “You come from here?”
She shook her head and accidentally touched her cheek to his face. Heat streamed through her and she clarified, “No, not this city. A bit north.”
“And then you come spontaneously? Seems like you needed to get out of the house,” he remarked.
If he only knew how right he was. She needed positivity and something that made her feel alive. Something that woke up her body and mind. And what better thing than live music booming through her?
“Kind of like that,” she replied instead and smiled at him.
He didn’t press the matter. But his look softened and he pursed his lips for a moment. It drew her attention to his mouth and her eyes hung in his lips for a second, tracing the shape of them. She gulped. Heat flared up in her chest and face, something in the way he looked at her made her feel like he understood. He leaned in a little closer again and brushed some hair behind her ear in an excuse to touch her, then he whispered into her ear.
“For the record, I’m glad you did,” his voice inflicted with something heavy.
The stranger licked his lips and looked her up and down, his hand still held hers. Something in her clicked, like a button being pressed. Her eyelids weighted down heavy and she dragged her look from his eyes over his nose down to his lips.
The way he walked over, confident, took her aside, ordered her a water to keep her hydrated and showed interest in this respectful way… it wasn’t every day she encountered something like this. And his energy, his vibe, something so compelling and strong. It drew her in.
His free hand took the glass from her without moving his body and he let his nose touch hers, barely.
Her heart beat strongly against her ribs up into her throat and the music blinded out all the people around them. She clutched her courage and overcame any thought of doubts or fears or anxiety, then she leaned in and closed the remaining inch of their mouths.
Her soft lips landed on his and he lingered for a moment before pressing back and sliding his hand around her waist again. His other hand let go of hers to cup her face and both her hands gently held on to his sides. She felt the soft cotton of his shirt on her clammy palms and wondered if he could feel the nervousness of her, but he just kissed her more fiercely.
When his tongue swept into her mouth all her thoughts cleared away. The kiss felt soft and warm, there was a passion flowing into it and it made her head dizzy in the best way. Her initial overwhelm and insecurity quickly poured into want. By the end of the song her body thrummed with desire and warmth.
His hands figured out how to hold her best, angling her face and grabbing her tight. He felt her breaths, hoped to hear a little whimper between them but the music droned it all out. Song after song played and they pressed against each other, exchanging deepening kisses. Desire cursed through her in a way she hadn’t felt in a while. Her hands fisted his shirt, pulled him closer, one arm slung around his neck and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him better. They moved to the sound of the music, fluid with the melody and rhythm of their bodies. It was like one big motion, him and her.
With every kiss the need in her body grew. Lust spiked free and ripped in her thoughts, coating her body in heatwaves and trembles. So when he broke free to ask her if she would like to go somewhere quieter, she didn’t think about it. She simply said yes.
No thoughts, just feelings, was what she told herself as he took her hand again and pulled her aside to a tiny hallway. She wanted this, she wanted to feel this. Every needy feeling she had suppressed surfaced and lit her on fire.
When he turned around again, his lips found hers in an instant. His hands brushed from her hips to the small of her back before roaming down to her ass, feeling her up over her jeans. Her own hands stroked up and down his body, reached for his neck and traveled down again.
His body felt so good under her hands and the music in the off set the mood perfectly when the soft voice of the artist sang about one night away just dipping into what could be. Like fog it clouded her mind and drowned every bit of hesitation.
His hands wandered over her ass and lower, without much effort she sat on his hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her body melted against his, chest against chest, lips fuzed together and tongues dancing with each other. His hands held her ass, palming the round cheeks and brushing up over the small curve of her waist before stroking down again. It earned him a shiver.
Everything mixed together, she didn’t know how many songs they stayed like that. But each passing minute tightened that knot of desire in her stomach. She licked him, nipped him, he sucked her bottom lip and buried his fingers into her ass, pushing his hands into her pockets to get closer. She wanted to feel it all, break every bit of logic in her brain and go all the way with this stranger that attracted her so much she melted like butter in his hands.
He could sense it, her willingness to go further. The way her hips pressed against his groin, she rocked against him, how her hands buried into his hair and her kisses grew hungrier and deeper. His cock already rebelled against his jeans.
“Restroom…?” He dared to ask quietly between kisses.
She broke the kiss and stared at him. For a moment he saw everything flash before his eyes, regretting even suggesting such a thing to this beautiful woman who he was lucky enough to kiss. But her gaze turned glossy and her cheeks looked a bit redder when she bit her lip. One little nod is all she gave, as if she was too shy and embarrassed to confirm out loud. But it was enough for him. Carrying her on his hips he walked into the restroom.
He walked with her inside a stall where he pressed her against the wall and shut the door with one hand. Immediately she kissed him hungrily, nipping on his lips and pushing her crotch against his. Through the closed doors there was still the music coming in.
He let her down and his hands reached for her, one firmly behind her neck while the other pushed down in the front of her jeans. She yelped, then moaned into his mouth when his fingers found her pussy. A trimmed patch of hair and a soft pussy found his touch and he immediately used the pads of his fingers to rub her clit, feeling the wetness of her arousal already. It made him groan into their kiss.
She busied her hands with his jeans, unbuttoning and stroking over his underwear. She felt the heat of his hard cock against her hand and it sent another wave of wetness through her pussy. Her skin felt on fire and there was a scorching light between her eyes as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
He couldn’t wait any longer, she felt too good. With a swift motion he pulled his hand out of her jeans and then rummaged in his pocket for his wallet. Meanwhile her hands pulled down the front of his underwear and his cock sprang free in the cold bathroom air. Not for long though, her palms closed around his hardness and he moaned. With skilled movements she jerked him, feeling his sticky precum on her hands. Her head fell forward in pleasure and bumped into his shoulder.
Shaking with lust he retrieved a condom. Her eyes grew wide, she was actually doing this.
“You sure?” He asked. But she nodded.
She let go of his cock and unbuttoned her jeans. Her eyes didn’t even blink when he rolled on the condom, transfixed with lust and desire. When she pulled down her jeans and panties over her hips, she felt the pool of arousal she left on the fabric. She made a tortured noise.
“Fuck…” he let out and his hand whipped to her pussy. Within a split second his middle finger was buried inside her and her knees buckled from the unexpected penetration. Wetness greeted him, hot wetness, and it made him groan. She moaned and gripped his arm for stability as he pumped his finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy, making wet noises that mixed with her whimpers.
He wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock. Quickly, he pulled out his finger and licked her juice off of it. “Fuuuck you taste good…”
She moaned in response.
“Turn around…” the darkness in his voice caught her off guard but she was so ready for him. With her pants down halfway her thighs she turned around and bend over, planting her palms on the opposite wall and leaning over the closed toilet. Her purse slipped down and hit the floor. Her heart drummed in her chest when he positioned himself behind her, guiding the tip of his cock to her pussy.
One strong thrust and he was buried balls deep. They both gasped, then he started to move. Desire and lust fueled him and he snapped his hips against hers, their skin slapped together and echoed in the empty bathroom. His dominance sent heatwaves through her body that pooled in her pussy.
Her moans changed into whines the harder he fucked her. His hands grabbed her hips strongly and she pushed herself back from the wall, eyes closed shut from pleasure zapping through her body. Good god, it had been so long since she felt this heat. The familiar pang of arousal, the coiling pleasure, the jolts and prickles on her skin. Her pussy clamped down on his cock when her first orgasm rushed through her, but it didn’t satisfy her. She needed more. She needed it all. She needed to be pounded so hard she would feel it on her way home.
No words needed, he delivered. His cock thrusted inside her over and over with force and precision, hitting that spongy spot inside her that made her see stars behind closed eyes. The situation turned him on like crazy, this beautiful stranger tightly wrapped around him and cumming on his cock in the public restroom of this venue. He moaned, his balls tightened.
Pleasure ruptured through her body and chased her into a high. Her body buzzed with energy and she could feel the way tension released, relieving her of everything she held on to. His body molded her, fit with her, made her feel things she had longed for. Another ball of pleasure built up.
He cursed when he felt that pleasure building up way too fast. Rapidly, he fucked her, hips slapping over and over against that sexy curve of her ass. She came again, clenching and squeezing his cock with such force it felt like she milked him. That’s when he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands dug into her flesh and he buried his cock to his balls inside her tight little pussy. She felt the swell of him inside her before he pumped and pumped rope after rope of cum into the condom.
Breathless and satisfied, he slipped out of her. She turned around and he gave her a kiss while he pulled the condom off. Her knees were weak and groggy when she tried to pull her panties back up but he shook his head.
“What-“
She couldn’t form her question, his hand was already between her legs and gathered her wetness on his fingers. She hissed when he brushed her sensitive clit. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked off her arousal, humming happily from her taste. “Now you can,” he said, giving her permission to put her clothes back on.
The restroom door creaked and a voice called from outside. “Wait a sec, someone fucking in there!” “Oh shit, really?!”
The two of them froze in their actions and exchanged a guilty look. Then his face pulled into a grin. “You weren’t exactly quiet.”
She gasped. “Me?? You fucked me so hard I bet the band thought the slapping was the drums!”
Nevertheless, shame and embarrassment stained her cheeks and jolted in her pussy. There was something so inappropriately hot about the fact someone heard them, perhaps listened. Still, she was too embarrassed to step out of the restroom and look whoever waited in the eye.
He crackled into a laugh and stuffed his cock back into his pants. “That was smooth, a good one. So you’re funny, too.”
Her brows wiggled knowingly and downplayed her emotions, then she buttoned her jeans. Next she smoothed out her hair. From outside the restroom they could hear cheering and shouting, the entire venue seemed to clap. The concert was over. Relief washed over her, hoping she could escape in the crowd and nobody would remember her little adventure.
He opened the stall and let her out, then tossed the condom in the bin. They both started washing their hands and her eyes darted to the door, hoping to get out of the restroom as soon as possible. From the stall by the wall there was water trickles audible. Her wide eyes met his and they both broke out in laughter realizing someone apparently had held it in for the entirety of their fuck.
Shock and a mix of emotions washed over her face knowing someone had listened to them. The entire time. Her pussy twitched while her chest tightened with something shameful.
“Sorry!” he shouted over.
Overwhelmed, she slipped out of the door, trying to get lost in the stream of people leaving the venue. But he followed quickly and grabbed her wrist. “So, was this a one time thing?”
She swallowed when she looked into his face. His deep eyes, that smirk, and something tugged on her. Something she couldn’t quite place but she knew she would want this again, him again, from the way he flirted to the way he fucked. “No,” she answered and gave him a cheeky smile.
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