When I was 16, I went to a concert about 50 miles away from home. Can't remember who played the show...but just as the headliner hit the stage, a brunette about 5' 6" tall forced her way in front of me in the crowd. I had no choice but to be pushed against her ass, and she felt amazing.

At first, she was angry that I was pushing against her, but finally just started jumping up and down along with the music. She fell back into me a number of times and I caught her. I had a raging hardon, and she flet it as she pushed back against me. This went on for some time. I felt her hands reach back and unzip my pants, and my cock sprung out. She was wearing a very short skirt, and leaned slightly forward while she guided my cock into her. She felt so good I thought I was going to die on the spot.

Crushed in the crowd, I fucked her and filled her with cum. She shuddered and came too. This happened over and over again. I wasn't going to complain. As the show ended, I saw her legs were coated in cum and pussy juice draining dwn from her cooch. I tried to look at her face to talk to her and she turned away and backed into me. She told me to not look at her, and she didn't look at me...so we would never know who we fucked. It was hot.

30 years later, 2500 miles away, I picked up a woman who told me she liked fucking her last husband in publc places. I took her to a concert and relived that night by fucking her in the corwd. The crush kept us hidden, just like the first time. I have always wondered if she was the same girl.