Baphomet

Is a metal band the most romantic date? Who the fuck cares Baphmoet is the shit and you both agree. Sure calling a metal band led by a goat with a satanic theme Baphomet is a little on the nose but the music is sick and you had heard they put on an amazing show. The parkinglot is packed and you have to walk the entire stadium's length twice, sure there are thousands of people around, but with your ear plugs (and you discover his) talking to him is easy and clear.

You feel something roughly grab and pull you as Larry pins you against his chest preventing the crowd from dragging you off, your head nuzzling against his chest as you feel his powerful arm pin you in place. He tips up your chin and you find yourself kissing him again wanting nothing more than to make him happy as you feel his sharp claws tapping against your shorts, the image of him ripping them off and taking you here in this crowd suddenly rising in your mind. He guides you in to the main hall, pushing you against a cement barrier and posting up behind you, giving you a clear view of the stage even as he almost casually feels you up... or maybe that is just to keep you from being dragged off by the crowed again as they are getting more and more rowdy as the band starts to play.

The music rolls into you, the power of the instruments through amps that were taller than the performers vibrating the stone of the arena itself. Pounding beats hammering into you as your boyfriend rubs against your ass, his erection clearly felt through your thin tight shorts, your hips pressing against it and feeling the clear hard nubs covering it causing your pussy to start to soak through your shorts.