Return to the concert.

You and Trish kiss deeply before getting dressed. She hands you her thong, which you sniff and slip in your pocket. You leave the office carefully, looking both ways for onlookers. No one is there, so you sneak back to the concert. You have to kick some kids out of your seats when you get back. You sit down and Trish sits on your lap with her arms around your neck. She nuzzles your neck as she listens to the concert. As she moves to the beat of the music, her ass grinds into your growing erection.

She speaks into your ear, "I'm so glad you were the one to take my cherry. You were so gentle. And you got me so hot in there. I couldn't believe how much I came."

Her breath makes your ear tingle and your cock harder. Is there really anything she could do right now to not make your cock harder?

You talk back into her ear, "I'm glad you enjoyed it and that it didn't hurt too much. I'd like to make love to you again, right now, if I had a chance."

"You promise?" she asks, and then licks around your ear and nibbles on the lobe.

You look at her a little strangely. First she hikes up her skirt. Then, she turns around on your lap so that she's facing you, her legs straddling your waist. She fiddles with your waistband, unsnapping your jeans. Unconcerned about anyone nearby, she unzips you and then fishes your half-swollen member out of your boxers. Your groin is covered by her skirt. She reaches under her skirt, stroking your penis to full staff. She then positions herself over your throbbing stiffness, and slides down your pole. You can't believe she's doing this with an arena full of people around you.

"Mmmm, that's what I want, you filling me up," she says with a satisfied smile on her face.

"God, your pussy is so hot. I could sit like this all day, if I didn't cum," you reply.

"We'll see if we can make that happen."

Trish starts slowly rocking back and forth on your pulsing manhood, and squeezing you with her muscles. You can only push your hips up into her a little bit, but it still feels fabulous. You rub her breasts through her t-shirt, and she kisses you deeply, flicking her tongue around inside your mouth. You become completely lost in the moment, the crowd dissolving until just your two bodies occupy all space. Trish's and your movements merge into a single well-oiled machine. The music of the band surrounds you. Your fingers pinch her nipples, and her tongue ties your in knots. She moves her hands to twist your nipples hard, and you gasp in air, breaking the kiss. It's all too much for you, and your body explodes into a blinding convulsion of ecstatic pleasure. Your cock deep inside Trish shoots endless streams of molten lead. Your fingers spasm, pinching and twisting her nipples very hard, which floods her nerves with an intensely pleasurable pain sent directly to her loins. Her body then thrashes on top of your lap, overwhelmed by her orgasmic bliss. Your penis is milked by her muscle contractions, the last of many spurts of cum wrestled from it. You keep moving through her climax until she stops and slumps against you.

Finally, your dick wilts and slips from her slick opening. She just hangs on you, chest still heaving from the exertion. The band keeps playing. Trish stirs and shifts on your lap to face the stage. She kisses you tenderly on the cheek, while you watch the band.

After awhile of just grooving to the music, the band finishes its set. Everyone in the arena stands and applauds. The two of you join them, Trish leaning on you. The noise is incredible, you can barely hear yourselves think. Korn takes a bow and leaves the stage. After several minutes of cacophony, they return to play an encore. Trish leans against the whole time, hugging you tightly. You often bend down and kiss her fervently on the lips, tongues clashing. Korn finishes their encore, bow and leave the stage. The lights come up, and everyone starts to leave. The two of you head for the exit.