The Beat of My Heart
Did you ever go to a rock concert and catch the thrill of the crowd? It’s like a living pulsing thing, the hum of thousands of excited voices, the steady thrum of the drums. It’s almost as if, after a few minutes you become part of this huge collective beast. Your blood flows, heart beats, energies build all to the beat of the beast. I love the feeling, love the excitement. For me it always equates into a sexual kind of throb inside me. Music does that to me, especially hard hitting rock music. It’s as if that core of feminine desire that lies inside me wakes to the sound of the music, pulsating in time to the tempo, bidding me to lose my inhibitions, to do something to relieve the need. It is hard to be that aroused, in a huge crowd, yet alone……
I got up early one morning, around four a.m., my usual was six, but this morning I woke to the sound of a summer storm with crashing thunder. I turned on the radio, to see if there were any weather alerts. Living in tornado alley in the Midwest, this becomes second nature to you. The DJ was playing Stairway to Heaven, which I hadn’t heard in a long time so instead of flipping to the news station, I left it on to listen. Right after the song ended, I headed over to change it when the announcer started talking about their current call in contest, the fourteenth caller, don’t know why that particular number was chosen, would win two tickets to see Evanescence, a new band who’s combination of dark rock lyrics mixed with a sweet, angel voiced lead singer appealed to me. On a whim I decided to call, after all it was four a.m. how many calls were they gonna get? My first three tries got me a busy signal. On the fourth try it started to ring, I expected to hear the usual recording of we found our winner thanks… But instead an actual human being picked up! It was a shock to hear another person on the other end telling me I was their winner and to stay on the line!
I now had two tickets to a concert I really wanted to see , and no one to go with. I’ll explain, I’m a thirty something and this was a young new band. Most of my friends are not even into rock, certainly not the new stuff and my husband, he is into country. Truthfully, he hates rock music with a passion. He would probably have agreed to take me, but it dampens the enjoyment for me a lot to share the experience with someone who isn’t into it, so I didn’t even ask him. I decided to go alone and take the extra ticket with me. The concert was sold out so I thought maybe I could make a couple of bucks off of it and sell it on the street in front of the stadium.
The night of the concert was humid and sticky. The air hung heavy and beaded up moisture on your skin the minute you stepped outside. I figured between the heat and the massive crowd inside that the stadium would be a virtual sauna, so I decided to dress as lightly as possible. I threw on a short, thin cotton sheath dress. It was a little more sheer and brief than I would normally wear for an event like this, when I was out alone, but sometimes you just have to go for the comfort. With that in mind I wiggled into the briefest undergarments I had also, a set of white cotton thong and bra, not the sexiest, white cotton, but the most adsorbent! At the stadium, a huge crowd was already gathered outside, circling around the front of the building in a serpentine way, like a huge snake made up of human bodies all pressed together. I wasn’t looking forward to joining that mass in this humidity, so I decided to head around the other side and see if I could find someone to unload the extra ticket on to. The other side of the walkway was virtually deserted by comparison, with a hand full of people milling around smoking and chatting. Scanning the crowd I realized how right I had been, the people around me were a young group, most probably not more than twenty or so. My eyes landed on a tall figure moving between the clusters of giggling laughing teenagers. He was at least six two with a broad chest and shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist. At that height there was no way you could not notice him in a crowd, but if his height didn’t grab your attention the body surely would. I thought suddenly of a co-worker whom this afternoon had said it couldn’t get any hotter. Oh boy, was she wrong, the temp was definitely on the rise! Shaking off the glazed lustful stare I know I had on my face I turned my attention back to selling the ticket. Starting at the group nearest me I made my way around the crowd, stopping at each knot of people to ask if anyone needed a ticket. After hitting about everyone, I still had the ticket, and the crowd was thinning quickly, having started to disperse in the direction of the stadium entrance. It was almost time for the show to start. I decided to call it a loss and go find my own seat inside. Halfway back up the walkway I felt a hand on my shoulder, accompanied by a voice asking me if I was the lady selling the ticket. I turned and looked the owner of the request over. He was young maybe nineteen or so and shorter than I, which because I am more than five ten isn’t unusual for me. I told him I did have an extra ticket to sell and with a look of apprehension he asked how much I wanted. I told him I only wanted the cost of the ticket which was thirty-five dollars. He looked startled but, quickly agreed. We made the trade and he hurried off with a look of pure relief. Not bad I thought, free concert, a little profit, and if I had to sit next to that kid for it, well at least he seemed safe enough.
It was a mad house inside and getting to my seat seemed to take forever, but after I got there I was pleased with the seats. I had a really good view of the stage, just off to the right a bit and not so close I’d lose hearing over it, but still close enough to see all the action well.
The house lights suddenly extinguished and in the pitch black, a collective sigh rippled through the audience, at once startled and anticipating. The first strum of the guitar strings blasted out into the darkness and I recognized the opening chords to Bring Me to Life, one of my favorites. I felt a body brush past me, but couldn’t make out any details about the owner. I assumed it was the kid I had sold the ticket to, so returned my attention to the music. The beat had already gotten me hooked and like a reed in the wind my body was swaying and bending, willowy, to the rhythm. I was so totally absorbed a tornado could have touched down next to me and I wouldn’t have noticed. So I didn’t immediately jump when a huge hand slid up my bare arm to my shoulder. My mind registered the touch, but no shock from it. Instead I, like a lust drunk fool, turned a heavy lidded, desire-burned gaze at the person. Then shock ( and that same jolts of awareness from the walkway earlier) did hit me. It was the incredible tall man from outside. From far away he had been very attractive. Up close he had a devastating effect on me! He had a square hard jaw line, thick sensuous lips, piercing green eyes surround by lush, enviable lashes and dark hair that was thick and wavy and beckoned like a siren for my fingers to run through it’s mass. I gasped in a jolt of erotic recognition. He might be stranger, but my quickly hardening nipples and suddenly tingling pussy were saying they knew him already! He smiled at me, an all knowing, all male smile that seemed to say he was used to this kind of reaction from women. Then he handed me my purse, which I, in my mindless enjoyment of the music had laid in his seat! I took it from him and bent to stow it under my own chair. As a woman knows these things, by instinct, I knew he was watching, checking out my firm ass, which was barely covered by the short dress, as I bent. Deciding a little pay back for that infuriating grin he had given me was in order, I bent over more than I needed to. Deliberately giving my rear more wiggle than I had to. As I stood up, I stole a peek at him, he was indeed enjoying the show I had put on for hi
m, if the intense gaze fixed o
n my behind and legs was an indication. Good, let him see how the other half feels, I thought, satisfied that I had turned the tables on him. I was at that moment though, glad the ticket had gone to him, at least he was in my age range. I was guessing between thirty and thirty-five. Yes, this was no green kid, but a fully grown and experienced man! The accelerated beating of the drums heralded the start of another of my favorite songs and my companion was soon forgotten as the beat once again carried me away. Amidst the sea of dancing gyrating clapping and cheering bodies, I was not more than one more leaf caught in the tide and carried along for the ride by the winds of the music. I became the song, moving in its flow and no longer aware of myself as an individual. My body moved with fluid grace exactly in sync with the tempo of the song and it filled me, like a drug, a living spirit, it writhed inside me like a lover and I responded to its caress. My pussy grew wet and my skin burned with awareness of every nerve. Not realizing I had even moved, I had managed to end up right next to him, and unwittingly, was grinding against him shamelessly. In the crush of bodies, I was effectively molesting the man, my ass cheeks nestled right into his crotch as I swayed and danced. I got brought back to myself by the feel of a very large hard on pressing into my backside. How wonderful that felt right then, to my fevered and aroused body! I turned and gave him a glance over my shoulder that must have burned and melted him all the way to his bones, because with a look of pure animal lust he reached out and sliding his hands around me, cupped both breasts and pulled me back toward him, even closer. His fingers began a dance of their own across my already hard and sensitive nipples. I couldn’t suppress the moan of appreciation it wrought from me, but I was mindful at that point of the precarious situation we were in, being like this in the midst of thousands of people. I felt his warm breath fan across my ear and cheek, as his deep sexy voice told me to go ahead and make all the noise I wanted, no one would hear in this crowd, everyone was already screaming themselves. I looked around at the people nearest to us and realized how right his words were. They were completely oblivious to us. He got my attention back quickly when he pressed his hot mouth to the side of my neck and began to trail wet licks and kisses there. That, the music, the feel of his hard strong body enveloping me from behind, had me soon singing again. This time it was a song of gasps, moans and whispered pleas for something, anything to relieve the flame in my abdomen, my groin and mostly my soaking pussy. He slid his hands up the outside of my thighs then around the front under the thin cotton dress. My very brief thong panties were easily pushed aside to allow his fingers entry and god knows I was ready for them! He slid into my slit and began to rub my throbbing clit with two rough padded fingers, in an exact tempo with the music. Somehow he knew it was the beat that drove me and was fixing that need for me. Mindless, both floating in heaven and burning in hell’s flames at once. The throbbing became a fierce pounding that demanded succor. I pressed against him, his hand in uninhibited abandon, keening my approval of his ministrations in grunts, moans and unhindered words. I felt like a thousand rockets were going off inside me as I came. I was so swept by it I would have fallen, my legs having gone numb and weak, but I felt my limp body being lifted and turned. Held against his powerful chest I was cradled there. Then deftly, he was inside me and my legs had circled his waist of their own volition. He felt huge and harder than anything I had ever felt before! I could only lay my head on his shoulder and sob out the ecstacy against his neck. My hips twisting and bucking to match his rhythm, the rhet. of the music. Like a wild thing he drove into me pummeling my pussy until he tensed and I felt his hard cock within me swell even more, then he was shooting spurt after spurt of hot come into me, so much it over flowed and spilled down us both. It was a final assault on my nerve endings and I arched back ward with the force of the orgasm that overcame me, losing a stream of both our juices in a spurt from my twitching pussy. How long he held me there, nestled against his body, head on his chest, I don’t know. Eventually I realized we were sitting in the seat, me on his lap, curled into his warmth like a well-loved kitten, and in a like manner he was stroking me, my back, my sweat dampened hair. I stayed that way for the rest of the concert, too satisfied and comfortable to have moved. Similarly I sensed he wanted me to stay there with him, to prolong the experience, hold on to it for a while longer. As the last of the clapping was dwindling and the crowd was begining to trickle slowly out, their happy, excited chatter carrying past us on the air, I gave him a long slow kiss, deep and searching, it was a thank you for being a kindred spirit, a hello, and a good-bye at once. Sensing that, he released his hold on me, pushing me back slightly to look into my eyes. He smiled that cocky, infuriating grin at me. The all male one that said, ” I knew it.” I could only smile back. After all, when your right your right! I am not insane, I did get his number. I love rock concerts and who knows when I will need an escort to one again!