You go for it.

"Thank for taking me here it was... nice," she says.

"You're nice," you say. You can't believe you said something that lame, but to your surprise she smiles.

"Thanks" she says. You can feel her thighs pressed against your hand. She feels so soft to your touch. Your heart beats fast. You can just imagine your fingers sliding into her pussy. It time for you to make your move

You snuggle up to her as the music plays. Sweat is dripping down both your bodies due to the massive stage lights. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down her cleavage. You start to rub her leg. She smiles. You rub lower and lower and then with a spark of courage you slip your hand up the inside of her skirt. Your palm rests on the warm flesh of her thigh. You sit waiting for her to slap your hand away but she makes no movement and just keeps watching Korn play. Growing bolder you start to massage your way along her leg. Trishs legs gentle open as you make your way towards her pussy. Your fingers eventually meet the joining of her legs and with the tip of one finger you gently trace where the opening of her pussy would be, if not for the satiny feel of her g-string covering the entrance to her womanhood.