Alone at the Concert

Hey, my name is Lara, I'm from Capital Federal.

I'll tell you that I entered here by recommendation of a friend, who told me she usually downloads her secrets about sexual type here to count, didn't say the nick of the daughter of slut, still trying to figure out which of the millions of users it is.

But anyway, that's not the point now, but I like the idea... and I'm here.

Today I spent all day thinking about whether to do it or not... because on Friday something happened to me that made me go crazy and honestly, it gives me a little trouble telling my friends or people around me, so I don't get left out... or whatever, I don't know.

Friday I went to Catupecu's concert at the V theater with a friend and a guy, I'm not a fan of the band, but our friend got free tickets so it was good for all three of us.

What I didn't know until I was already in my friend's car is that they both wanted... I was like an excuse for the date, let's say, a downer... actually great for them, but they would have told me and that's it... but they used me as an excuse to see each other, since they had never been together before.

The thing is that we arrived at the concert, everything was fine, two songs and I saw them getting intimate amidst the noise and people... I really started to feel a bit uncomfortable, so I went a little further ahead... like I was distancing myself from them, to let them be.

What I think isn't a minor detail, and what I suppose will interest many of you here is how I was dressed, come on, it was hot, not that I'm from another planet, and at concerts you almost die from heat worse... then I had a short jean skirt, lona sneakers, and a shirt... but calm down, the shirt wasn't that revealing.

I'm 1.67 meters tall, slender, fair skin, brown hair... I'm not a high-fashion model, but I hold my own, for my taste and for most others, I think I have better Booty than Lola's, what I like most about myself are my legs, I did dance since... pretty small until I finish high school, and that's just it... but well, I didn't come to talk about dance.

I moved away from them and approached the stage... on my way to see better, closer... but from now on it's where there's more chaos, they're doing pogo and stuff... a crowd of people.

At one point everyone starts jumping and honestly, I don't really get into those situations... so I ran a bit to the side, to be calmer, or rather, standing still looking.

I saw that there was a group of skinny guys behind me but didn't give them much attention, I put on my glasses from there.

At one point a song started that seemed like it's one of the band's hits or something because the place erupted... people started getting closer to the stage, everyone was jumping and I got pushed hard... some people were also supporting my legs, rubbing against me and stuff.

The thing is that I ended up behind a guy around 1.80 meters tall... and the dude seemed to be holding onto me when others jumped and pushed me... it was a mix of I'll support you and help you not fall... I didn't understand if he was a good dude or an idiot.

But honestly, I didn't care.

The next song also seemed to be a hit because the crowd's intensity didn't drop and neither did this guy's... because already I was feeling bad about it... I felt like he was pushing me hard... my hips were getting pressed against him... and the funniest thing is that you could tell he was doing well, let's say.

I turned around to look at him, on one hand to see how he was and on the other hand for him to understand that I had realized... but we locked eyes, mortal, I liked the guy, I wondered what his name was, I responded and he told me his name is Damian... and we kept watching the recital together... and how he helped me not get pushed or supported by others... but he was supporting me... and in some situations he would grab my waist... touch my leg or anything.

I started feeling like... I had him grabbed by the belt with both hands and I was leaning badly... and it felt like he was semi-erect, which in that moment started giving me an incredible adrenaline rush... I rose up like a heat through my body.. every time I could control less the situation. And at 30 seconds max, he turned around and we started making out.. he ate my mouth.. lots of tongue.. I loved the kiss, and even more when his hands moved from my belt to my booty.... we were going at it like that... occasionally looking at the recital. At that point, my friends didn't matter much to me anymore... they were basically in the same state as I was... And out of nowhere, I feel him grabbing my wrist while we were making out and he takes his hand to his bulge above the jean... it had a very hard cock, and it felt enormous. That changed everything that night... I got ignited from the inside.. I blocked... after that, everything slipped away from me... But for now, I think it's okay, I'm tired of writing, if there's good vibes, I'll continue with the second part, which I suppose is what guys are most interested in. Kisses! to be continued... Lara.