It’s late and we had to take the subway from Finch to Union Station to catch the show, as we waited on the platform, you kiss me. Your kiss sent shivers down my spine. We take the last seat on the subway car and neck like teenagers to the disapproving crowd that catch us out of the corners of their eyes. I could hear what they are thinking as you hunt in my mouth with your probing tongue. One would say, “Get a room!” “Control your hormones.” Another would declare. Did I care? No.

We get off at Union Station and run up the steps to Front Street and I take you by the neck and say, “Let’s go somewhere private, I’ve got a surprise for you.” We scamper into the parking lot underneath the Train station and I guide you to a secluded place between a van and a wall. I take you by the face and I kiss you deeply. I quickly unzip your pants and hunch down. Your penis is not fully erect yet, but no problem, I’ll make it happy. I take it into my mouth and tug at it a bit, I lick its full length and it starts to grow. Tickling your balls make you shudder and your penis come to life. I suck at it and play with your testicles. I begin to bob my head furiously. Time is of essence now for we may be discovered, I make long quick strokes with my mouth and you groan I feel you tense up and you cum hard in my mouth. I swallow what I can and raise myself up. You give me a tissue to clean up and we dash out of the garage laughing.

We get to the Air Canada Center along with 20,000 other people and we’re in a crush. You are in back of me and you have your hands up my shirt groping my tits. The crowd disperses and your hands are still on me. People laugh and so do we but you do release me. We find our seats on the floor as the lights dim and band gets on stage. The crowd surges to the front where we are and we are surrounded by the masses. Pounding music fills the arena and we start swaying. You put a hand up my shirt and cup my breast, as you play with my nipple and you get me incredibly hot! Your other hand goes down the front of my skirt. You put a finger on my clit and I turn to jelly. You almost have to hoist me up to keep me from falling. You stroke my budding clit and I feel an orgasm coming it builds and builds as the music and the sexual stimulation increase. My screams of ecstasy are drowned out by the band as I cum and cum. Your hands don’t stop and I don’t want them to. We sway to the pulsing music as one and my hot pussy hu nts hungrily for your fingers you do not disappoint and reach under me to slide your fingers inside me. I throw my hands into the air writhe and against you as I cum like a lunatic.

The concert ends and we make our way up the concrete steps my legs quite uncertain of each step. A warm breeze covers us as we emerge from the concert hall you pull me close and we walk towards the Skydome. I take you by the hand and lead you to the condo marketing office on Spadina south of Front Street. Away from the bustling traffic on Spadina Avenue, I give you a kiss and say, “Hurry.” I turn around lift my skirt over my ass and bend over gripping a chain link fence. I hear you unzip and place the head of your penis against my moist vagina and with one push enter me. Your cock fills me in a split second and you drill me as if looking for oil. You reach under me and roughly grab my breasts and tweak my nipples with your fingers and I cum. I can still see people walking towards the Dome from the Air Canada Center and traffic building on the street as people drive away from the concert. A few people honk their car horns and yell encouragement to us as you bang away at me. I am pressed against the fence as you screw my little pussy and I feel you swell inside me. You let out a little groan and you explode deep in me.

We quickly fix ourselves up and laughing hysterically we skip northwards towards King Street for a bite to eat.