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                                MRWADE= Finger Music
                       The room had not been designed to accomodate such crowds as
                  this.  Normally the organizers would have provided for more that
                  one performance, but this was one of those times they had simply
                            underestimated the amount of local interest.
                       Arriving late, I had stood in the back of the room, against
                   the far wall, and had felt the crowd close in as more and more
                  late-comer's also had to stand.  By the time for the performance
                  to begin we were packed in the over-crowded room like sardines,
                               bunched up against each other tightly.
                       The last row of seats was immediately in front of me, and I
                 had enjoyed looking at the young woman directly in front of me as
                   I had waited for the concert to begin.  She was an attractive
                  brunette with very long and slim legs who crossed them often and
                 who allowed her dress quite a bit of freedom to ride upward as she
                 did so.  But it was the woman who stood immediately to my left who
                                  attracted most of my attention.
                      She was with another man, whom I took to be her husband, and
                  it was a bit awkward for me to look at her face too frequently,
                 but in the numerous glances I made in her direction I observed her
                     to be a blonde in her late twenties, well-dressed and very
                                            attractive.
                      The thing that was captivating about her to me, however, was
                 the pressure of her right thigh against my hand as we stood pushed
                 against each other.  She had pushed up against me as the crowd had
                  grown, her thigh touching my hand and then backing away slightly
                   only to return its touch even more insistently as yet another
                                   person joined our crowded row.
                      I learned long ago not to fight fate, and left my hand where
                 it was, enjoying the silky smoothness of her dress, and feeling a
                 bolt of electric excitement run through me as her garter strap and
                  the top of her stocking pushed through the material against the
                  back of my hand. She appeared to accept her fate as well, and as
                   she spoke with the man to her left and shifted her body, I was
                       treated to a delightful grazing of my hand by her sexy
                                            underthings.
                        The lights finally dimmed and the concert began.  It was
                  difficult for me to pay much attention to the performance, and I
                  primarily concentrated on the excitement I felt at touching this
                 stranger in such an intimate but innocent way.  As I felt my cock
                        hardening inside my pants I began to grow a bit more
                 adventuresome, letting my hand slide back and forth against her as
                 my body swayed naturally to the music being performed on the stage
                                          in front of us.
                      I thought at first that it was my imagination, but it seemed
                 that the more boldly I touched her, the more she pushed her thigh
                   back at me, pressing it against my hand and rubbing the lacey
                   garter-belt strap against my hand.  Deciding to take what was
                   under the circumstances a rather significant risk, I turned my
                  hand over and with my fingers, caressed the line of her stocking
                                  top through the silky material.
                       Far from being offended, the attractive young blonde seemed
                  to respond to my caress, and I could feel her stepping over even
                   closer to me than she had been in the beginning.  I grew more
                  confident of her enjoyment, increasing the freedom with which I
                   touched her in the darkened room.  It was exiciting simply to
                  touch her, but to think that she was allowing me such freedom in
                  the midst of all those other people, including her husband, made
                     my member grow especially rigid and throbbing in my pants.
                         The ensemble moved from the introductory portion of the
                 performance to one with more rousing selections, and as the tempo
                 and excitement of their music increased, so did my touching of the
                   young blonde.  Having at first concentrated my efforts on the
                 northeast portion of her thigh, I slid my hand around to the rear
                  of it, turning my hand again and sliding it brazenly up and down
                 her thigh.  Her dress moved with my hand, moving silkily over the
                   top of her stocking and bare thigh, tracing the outline of the
                                         strap at the back.
                       Allowing my hand to move higher and higher up her leg with
                 each caress, I moved upward to her ass, feeling her panties under
                 the dress, and the garter-belt itself.  Cupping her right asscheek
                 with my hand, I squeezed it firmly, pulling it toward me and away
                    from the other cheek, spreading her open.  I glanced quickly
                    toward her, and saw her standing with her eyes closed, mouth
                 slightly open, her chest rising and falling as she gave herself to
                          the emotions that were running through her body.
                      Slowly I began bunching the material of her dress in my hand
                  as I continued touching her, lifting the hem higher and higher.

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                 More and more of the dress slid through my fingers and up over my
                 palm as the hem rose toward her pantied ass.  Finally, I felt the
                 edge with my fingers, and extending my fingers downward, caressed
                                her naked thigh for the first time.
                      Allowing the material to fall back down freely over my arm, I
                   pressed my full hand against the back of the excited blonde's
                  thigh, delighting in the softness of her bare skin and the added
                 attraction of her stocking and garter.  Knowing there was no rush,
                  as the program was still young, I toyed with her, moving upward
                  slowly to her ass, lightly grazing the wet crotch of her panties
                  until I believed her to be especially hungry to have my fingers
                 inside her, and then moving back to her thigh again.  Occasionally
                  I would slide my arm farther to the left and touch the inside of
                   her left leg with the back of my hand, sliding it down to her
                 stocking top and then back upward again, my thumb pressing against
                                      her now soaking panties.
                       Familiar with the music on the program, and having studied
                 its order of performance prior to the beginning of the concert, I
                  continued teasing the delightfully accessible young woman until
                  the ensemble began playing a selection which I knew contained an
                 especially rousing climax, only then beginning to slide my fingers
                                under the edge of her silk panties.
                       I had already felt her juices on her upper thighs, but the
                    copious quantity that greeted my fingers was surprising and
                  exciting.  How I hungered to fall to my knees and press my mouth
                   against her trembling sex!  But for now, at least, my fingers
                    would have to perform for themselves, my mouth and my cock.
                      I felt the young woman take a tiny step, all that was really
                  possible in the closeness of our surroundings, moving her right
                  foot over closer to me, opening her legs as widely as possible,
                   saying to me in the only way she could at the moment that she
                     wanted and needed to be filled and prodded, to be fucked.
                      The music grew slowly in its intensity, constantly building,
                  as I slid two fingers between the swollen lips of this complete
                 stranger's most private opening.  Feeling her knees bend slightly,
                 I pushed the two digits upward into her, completely imbedding them
                  in her bottom.  I pushed them upward even as they filled her, as
                 if trying to lift her from the floor, a silent message of victory,
                 of dominance.  "I don't even know your name", I was saying to her
                  through my actions, "I've never even seen you before tonight.  I
                 know you are with that other man, but you have opened your sex to
                  me in the middle of this crowded room to be entered sexually by
                 me.  Now, without ever having kissed you, before I have even been
                  introduced to you, I am going to bring you to climax, simply by
                                  the manipulation of my fingers."
                      As if replying to me, she pressed herself downward against my
                 hand, her lips spreading their juices on my palm.  Slowly I began
                 working the fingers in and out of her, pushing to the front of her
                   on the downstroke, pulling toward the rear in moving upward. I
                 knew instinctively that she would have given anything to have been
                 able to reach to her clitoris and rub it hotly as the passion grew
                  within her.  Sliding my index finger forward as far as possible,
                  and extending my thumb in the opposite direction, I pressed the
                   tip of my finger upward, struggling to touch her clitoris as I
                                 pressed my thumb against her anus.
                      Somehow, as the music rapidly grew more powerful, she managed
                 to push her mons downward toward my finger, her ass raising upward
                    as she struggled to rub her clitoris against my finger tip.
                  Pressing my intruding digits deeply into her I made contact with
                   her clitoris and began rubbing it in small circles, grazing it
                     with my fingernail and working my thumb against her tight
                                             sphincter.
                        Turning my head now in the semi-darkness and watching her
                 face intently, I watched her gasp and grab her husband's right arm
                 with both hands, laying her head against his shoulder, as my thumb
                  pushed inward into her and as her climax began coursing through
                 her body.  The crescendo of the timpani confirmed my timing, as I
                 felt her vagina spasming against my hand, her legs jerking against
                  me, her orgasm erupting within her.  Her husband smiled down at
                  her, certain, I'm sure, that her pleasure was the result of the
                                          powerful music.
                       Withdrawing my wet hand from her as the audience burst into
                 applause, I leaned over to her and remarked, "That was a wonderful
                 climax!".  Looking at me for the first time, she gazed deeply into
                   my eyes, smiling broadly, and said, "Yes, it was.  Thank you!"
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