Her Favourite Song

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Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up. It's time for a story.

Charlotte arrived hand-in-hand to the concert with her boyfriend Jake. They'd come to see her favorite artist, and he knew exactly what that meant. Her brain was about to melt, and her pussy was about to be on fire.

You see, something happens to Charlotte when she's around music. Her brain floods with the most intense scenes. It's almost cinematic in its nature, a storyscape that plays out, and she feels and sees and hears the music coursing through her veins.

They had gotten general admission floor tickets, so there were no seats, but a crowd of people around might be fun. She was in combat boots, fishnet stockings underneath her torn jeans, a crop top that let that little snake tattoo between her breasts sneak out. No bra.

What fun would that be? Charlotte had always been a bit of a wild child. She followed the beat of her own drum and was a creator of chaos, especially when it came to concerts.

Jake was well aware of this and enjoyed it very much. They made their way to the center of the crowd, and her ears flooded when her favorite song came on. Jake's eyes widened as she turned and started kissing him.

Tongues tangling around each other, darting in and out of one another's mouths. Charlotte's hands ran down his body, unbuckled his belts, slid past the button and through his boxers to grab his cock. Jake was taken off guard, but didn't mind the show.

People around them started taking notice and watching. Out of the corner of their eye, Charlotte didn't care. He felt his cock harden against her touch and bit his lip, looking up at him before licking his bottom lip and asking if he wanted it.

Jake looked at her and just grinned, saying, Goddamn woman, you are a fucking wild one. He giggled, but no one could hear her over the music, her hand going up and down on his cock, stroking him ever so gently and then increasing her pressure. Jake threw his head back and she licked up the length of his neck.

The band played on, her favorite song swirling around in her brain. He lurched forward against her chest, reached around and grabbed her ass. And made eye contact with a stranger over her shoulder.

It was okay, Charlotte was staring at someone else too. Someone she recognized from another life, another time. She bit Jake's shoulder, feeling him starting to tense up in her hand, stroking him faster and faster, but whispering no, not yet.

Slowing down her rhythm, he kept staring at the woman over her shoulder. Charlotte's eyes locked on someone from the past. He leaned back and kissed Jake deeply.

Bit his bottom lip and moaned into his mouth. Told him it was okay if he wanted to come now. And she would go look it up.

He started coming against her hand, she could feel the warmth of it spreading across her palm. Collecting it all, and taking her hand up out of his pants. Licking off her fingers, drinking it all up.

She turned around, him gripping her ass to see who he was looking at over her shoulder. The woman stared at her, grinning and winked. Charlotte pulled her close and kissed her mouth, sharing his come with this perfect stranger.

The woman was caught off guard, but happy about it. She pulled back and introduced herself as Tara. They made a new friend that night, and maybe saw a glimpse of the past at the same time.

Tara joined them for the rest of the concert, the three of them swirling around like no one else in the arena existed. The band played the entire album, straight through to an encore, which led to Charlotte making out with Tara. While Jake watched, amazed at this incredible, beautiful, chaotic, wild girlfriend that he had.

He looked at them both and said, my place or yours? Tara shook her head no. She grabbed Charlotte's phone and opened up the contact screen, leaving her, her number.

Kissed her on the cheek and turned and left with her own boyfriend who had been watching the entire time. Charlotte giggled and walked home with Jake. He fucked her so hard that night, asking her if this new friend of hers was someone that she would want to play with again.

Charlotte came on his cock when he asked. She giggled and apologized, and he just kept pounding away. She knew that Tara was going to be an important part of her story, and where that was going to lead, she wasn't sure.

But she was hopeful, and wet. So very wet. Jake kept fucking her, increasing his rhythm and grunting, moaning, leaning down over her, licking up the length of her neck and telling her he was about to come.

Charlotte said, not there, and flipped over onto her knees, perking her sweet little ass up in the air. You'd never fucked her in the ass before, but if there was any night to do it, it was tonight. Letting his cock in, slowly and gently, she gasped at how tight she was, but kept asking for more.

He started increasing his rhythm, and then was fucking her so hard, slapping her ass, running a hand down the length of her spine up into her hair, gripping it and pulling her back. He started to quiver. She was sticking out her tongue and asking, for it, come in me, she said.

He started to explode, coming in her ass, every last drop. He slid out, and she licked it off. Winking up at him, she knew it was time for bed.

The concert dizzy in her head, her body still on fire, and the images of Tara in her mind. Charlotte cuddled up to Jake, kissed his chest, said goodnight, and drifted off to sleep. Until next time, thanks for listening.