The people of Los Angeles don’t realize how good they have it. It is too often that I hear complaints of overcrowding, traffic drive-by shootings, gangs and smog. Those of us who have lived elsewhere know that nowhere else can you get the beaches, the culture, the world-class sporting events and concerts that make L.A. so great.

Recently I came home to find a mischievous grin on my wife’s face and a cold daiquiri in her hands. I asked Annie what was up, and she tore open the newspaper to the entertainment section. Our favorite band was playing locally, and she started begging me to go. I told Annie that the concert was sold out weeks before, but she pressed her lean, tan body against me, kissed me and whispered, “Oh. I can take care of the tickets.” As she rubbed the growing bulge in my pants and slipped my hand over one of her full breasts, I wondered what she had up her sleeve.

Annie changed into her hottest outfit: red spike heels, a red leather miniskirt that barely covered her panties, a red t-shirt cut high above the waist and no bra. She was really a sight to behold. As we walked to the door, I reached up her mini from behind, pulled her panties off and exclaimed, “You won’t be needing these tonight!” She happily waved her panties goodbye and I followed her out to the car, spying her tanned ass with each prancing step she took. It was pretty obvious that she was going to have a tough time keeping her skirt from riding up over her hips and exposing her ass and pussy.

I had trouble staying on the road all the way to the concert as I rubbed Annie’s mound to near orgasm several times, stopping just short of the ultimate pleasure. Out of breath, she begged me to finish the job, but I replied. “Not until I’m ready.”

We reached the concert to find that it was packed, but we were determined to get in at any price. As we walked to the arena, we found a scalper away from the crowd arguing with two other men over the price of a couple of tickets. Annie walked slowly to the gentlemen, letting them carefully eye her inventory. They all three stopped talking and watched as Annie walked up and dropped two twenty-dollar bills on the ground. Without hesitation, she turned away from the men and slowly bent over straight-legged and picked up the bills. The miniskirt slid right up over her ass, giving the three more than an eyeful of her pussy glistening in the moonlight.

Annie stood, turned back toward the scalper, handed him the forty dollars and plucked the tickets from his shirt pocket, saying, “I think this will cover it!” None of the men said a word as she headed back toward me; they just stared, watching her ass as she pulled her skirt back into position. I couldn’t help but laugh as she walked up to me and said nonchalantly, “Let’s go.”

The tickets were for the second level, but Annie insisted that we get down to the arena floor in front of the stage. A security guard was checking tickets at the entrance, but she assured me that we would have no problem getting in. She pulled her shirt back so that the bottoms of her well-proportioned breasts were exposed. Then she lifted the front of the shirt just a little higher, letting it catch on her pink nipples, grabbed my hand and led me to the entrance. She held the ticket stubs up between her breasts as she walked by and said “hi” in her most innocent voice. I don’t think the guy even noticed whether she was holding tickets!

We managed to make it about halfway to the stage before the place became dense with bodies. Annie’s face was flushed as she told me about the guys grabbing at her as we made our way through the crowd. She said that more than one had gotten a wet finger for his effort. I told her that most of these guys would probably go home tonight and beat their meat. This seemed to turn her on even more.

As the lights went down and the band began their first set, we could feel the crowd pushing in all around us. I positioned Annie in front of me, facing away from me, and reached my hand around her. My left hand found her moist pussy while my right hand began to fondle her tits. As it was dark, I didn’t think anyone would notice my hands at play or her body shuddering at my touch.

The crowd moved as one and we had the feeling of standing in the surf with the waves pushing then pulling at our bodies. I drove my hand deeper into her pussy, and I could feel her whole body relax. I began pounding her sweet muff to the beat of the music, driving my fingers deeper each time.

Annie was panting now and giving out half shrieks of ecstasy. Her voice was lost in the music and the other screams from the crowd. I became increasingly aware of the feedback of all my senses: the sounds, the sweet smell of musky bodies mixing with the pot being passed around, the bodies pressing around me and the feel of Annie’s most private parts in my hands.

I beat her to two orgasms before I could take no more. Looking around cautiously, I pulled my hard prick free of its denim prison and pressed it against her crack. Normally I am not able to take her standing up, but as she had on high heels, I was in a perfect position. The movement of the crowd had eased her mini up around her thighs and I finished the job, exposing everything below the waist.

Without warning, I ran my dick into the deep hollow of her soaking cunt from behind. The thrust momentarily lifted her off the ground and did cause some heads in front of us to turn. But they quickly turned back to catch a glimpse of a girl on her boyfriend’s shoulders expose her breasts, to the delight of the audience.

I was not particularly interested in drawing our own audience, so I slowed my thrusts to match the beat of the music. After several minutes, I was set to go for the pearl that had eluded me since we’d started dating four years before. I slid my shaft out of the deep reaches of Annie’s love hole and positioned it near the red ruby of my desire. I could feel Annie gasp and take a long hard breath as I slowly pushed my juice covered rod into her tiny back door. She took to the idea immediately. She relaxed her rectum and let me slide all the way in.

I reached my hand around her and played a little game of “King of the Mountain” on her clit. We were drenched with desire, moving slowly in unison and not caring who was watching. Her asshole was very tight, and I closed my eyes and imagined her on her knees with me shoving my prick between her pursed lips. I drove into her three or four times until our bodies convulsed with pleasure and we came. We rested there a moment with her in my arms, then we pulled ourselves together.

As we walked to the car later that evening, we both agreed that it was the best concert we had ever been to. When we got to the car, I opened the door for Annie and she turned, smiled and asked, “Well, who’s playing next weekend?”

I replied, “UB40, but it’s been sold out for a month.”