The official temperature for today was 94, but in the crush of the crowd in front of the stage it was more like 104.
I had wanted to wear a tank top and running shorts, but Leigh had chosen a sun dress for me, arguing that I would look much more attractive and feel cooler as well. The knit dress was blue, with a straight bodice that flared into a flounce mini skirt at my hips, showing off my legs. Leigh believed my legs where my best feature, and loved to dress me so that they were displayed. Panties and sandals completed my outfit, and on the ride over it really did feel cooler. But now we were crushed into a huge mass of people and my pretty dress was plastered to my body by perspiration. The music was wonderful, and I loved being with Leigh at her first Jazz Fest, so I really didn’t care. The band finished their set, the audience applauded, and we waited while the stage was reset for one of the Neville Brothers’ bands, the main attraction for both of us. Leigh kissed my neck set off for the port-O-potties and some bottled water for both of us. A tape machine played music to keep the restless crowd happy in the sticky heat, and I closed my eyes and swayed my body slightly to it.
My parents had both loved jazz, I had grown up listening to it and had inherited their passion for it, preferring it to more popular music.
The crush of bodies around me was unbelievable, the crowd had a slight movement of it’s own, ebbing back and forth, and if you didn’t stay aggressive, a small woman such as myself would soon find herself slowly pushed out, away from the stage. So when the person behind me pressed themselves flat against me, I held my ground, not wanting to give up our spot. I felt a hand on my ass, I started to spin around to slap some fresh teen age boy, and instead I heard a soft woman’s voice in my ear.
“Shhhhhhhhhh, don’t move” it said.
I smiled. Leigh had come up behind me in the thick crowd, and I sighed as I felt her hands on my butt, lifting my skirt, I stifled a giggle as she caressed the exposed skin of my mostly bare ass, exposed by the thong panties I wore. Her other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against her, then moved up to cup my breast. Her thumb moved roughly back and forth over the hard little spot my nipple made in the fabric of my dress, squeezing my small breast, and I pushed back, grinding my ass into her hips.
She moved her hand lower, spreading my thighs, holding me tight with her other arm, never stopping the movement of her hand on my breast. Her finger snaked up between my legs, and I gasped as she pressed it to my pussy, pushing the soft material of my between my pussy lips then stroking me up and down. I felt dizzy, and began to rotate hips in little circles.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as she with withdrew her hand from outside my pussy. I felt her move slowly around to my front under my skirt, caressing my ass, then the skin on my hip, then she was reaching around and teasing me, putting the tips of her finger under the edge of my panties.
Releasing my breast with her other hand, slowly reaching across my chest, slipping her hand under the bust line of my dress so she was now cupping my bare breast in her hand, my oh-so-tight nipple hard against her palm. At the same time she slipped her fingers inside my panties, moving to my soaked slit, putting first one then a second finger inside me. I gasped, and a few people turned our way. She began to frig my pussy, fucking me hard with her fingers, her other hand pulling at my breast, tweaking my nipple, scratching it with her nails... Her breath was hot on my neck, panting in unison with me as I moved my hips, first in circles, then as my orgasm built, back and forth to meet the strokes of her two, no! three fingers buried in my wet pussy!
Her breath was hot on my neck, and I gave a soft cry as she licked the perspiration off my skin where my neck joined my shoulder. Her fingers moved faster in and out, her palm pressed against my clitoris, holding me tighter as my hips began to thrash uncontrollably. She licked my neck again, then bit me.
My orgasm was immediate.
I cried out, then gasped and moaned, her arm pulling me tight against her. I knew people around us were watching but it only intensified my excitement. I trembled and shuddered, wave after wave of passion crashing over me.
She stopped, pulling her hand from inside me, and held me for a long minute, lightly kissing my neck, until I could stand unaided.
Giving my nipple a last friendly tweak, she pulled her other hand free of my dress, gave me a last kiss on my neck, and let me go. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, and turned t kiss her.
I was met only by the backs of a group of German tourists, with a Jazz Fest schedule spread out in front of them. Confused I spun round, searching for her.
“Wanda?”
I turned to see Leigh approaching me through the crowd, her hands filled with bottles of drinking water.
“Are you Ok? You look exhausted.”
I stared at her for a second, then began to giggle uncontrollably as I tried to explain to her what had happened.
She smiled, while she gazed at the new bite mark on my neck.