The most amazing thing happened to me the other night at a rock concert in our local sports arena.

As I was walking out to my seat, I noticed a couple in the lobby heavily making out. She was brunette, about five-foot-six with a perfect little body, wearing white nylons, a ruffled black miniskirt, and a revealing white tank top with no bra. Her boyfriend was well over six feet tall with long blond hair, a leather jacket, and ripped blue jeans. The couple caught my attention because I saw that his left hand was massaging her right tit through her top as they kissed. His other hand was beginning to reach up her skirt when the concert started in the interior of the arena.

We all ran into the inner deck, where people were scurrying to their seats. Many of us, including the couple I had been watching, simply moved over to the rail to watch the show. The arena had been darkened, but the stage lights provided enough brightness for me to see the couple resuming where they’d left off. This time, however, his hand was up her tank top. Eventually he lifted her top up to expose her perfect little tits.

Not wanting to miss the sight, I moved over and stood next to my two anonymous friends. He bent down and began sucking on her dark, hard little nipple. I was amazed that no one else in the crowd seemed to notice. After a moment or two he lifted her by her waist and set her on the railing that separated the inner deck from the lower-level seats. Her tits were now only a few inches from my face. I was mesmerized. As they kissed passionately, I noticed his hand was now between her legs, rubbing her cunt. She spread her legs farther, bracing one against the railing and the other against his hip. I stared breathlessly at the dark patch of hair that showed through her sheer nylons.

Suddenly a flashlight lit up her face, accompanied by a demand from security that she get down from the rail. She jumped down, fixed her tank top and skirt, and she and her guy ran off holding hands. I turned to go to my seat, but when I saw them sprinting up the stairs toward the unoccupied top of the terrace section, I knew what was going to happen.

As I walked upstairs toward the top of the arena I saw them reach the last row and then disappear beneath the seats. By the time I arrived in the nearly empty section, he was already on top of her. Her shoes were in the aisle, her nylons draped over one of the seats, and her tank top was under her head as a makeshift pillow. I sat down in the seat nearest to them and watched them fuck. Her skirt was around her waist, and his pants were at his ankles. Even with the loud music, I could hear her moaning wildly as he repeatedly plunged his cock into her. I picked up her nylons and put them to my face. The wet musky scent of her pussy drove me wild. Able to take no more, I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my rock-hard cock.

After a short time the fellow got up, removed his jacket, and lay on his back directly below my feet. He looked up at me and smiled, but otherwise didn’t seem to care in the least. His stiff boner pointed straight up in the air. At last the girl moved around and straddled him, allowing me to see her brunette mound slide over his massive erection. She humped him for a few minutes, then slid up and sat on his face. As she was being eaten, she leaned over into my chair and took my dick in her mouth. I was so hot that I could barely take it, and I exploded with such force that she pulled back to allow my hot load to spray into her mouth. Then she scooted down to her boyfriend’s member and sucked him off furiously, again pulling back so his spunk, as mine had, filled her mouth.

For a few moments the three of us sat quietly and listened to the music, thoroughly exhausted. Then the two of them stood up, got dressed, and began to leave. As she walked past me I handed her the white nylons I had been holding. She took them, hiked her skirt up to her hips, and rubbed the nylons on her pussy. Then she brought them to her mouth, kissed them gently, and handed them back to me before walking away. I don’t remember what songs the band played that night, but I’ll never forget that concert.