Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 18:50:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tickets 2, the concert

I was thrilled that Rachel managed to get a block of
tickets for Lilith Fair, but disappointed that she
could only get a block of 5, instead of 6, so she
would not be joining our little group.  Since Rachel
couldn't be with us at the concert, this is the story
of her experience as she told it to me:

"I got to the stadium with my friends, and was sorry
that I had only got a 5-seat block for my friends, but
I was excited that I might once again meet the Lady in
Black.  It turned out to be a chilly night, although
the stars shone brightly overhead.  I parted from my
friends and made my way to my seat, which turned out
to be nothing more than a number stenciled on the
bleacher bench.

There She was.  It shouldn't have been a surprise that
she was there, since I had deliberately arranged to
get the next seat, but seeing The Lady in Black again
was still a bit of a shock.  She was just settling in
to her place, with a huge grey blanket spread across
her lap, and that of the young woman beside her.  The
other girl had very long kinky dark brown hair, and
huge brown eyes that seemed to completely fill her
narrow elfin face.

The Lady in Black didn't seem surprised to see me.
She looked up at me and I could see the instant
recognition in her face.  I was just sitting down on
my place on the bench, when she told me, "My name is
Simone, and this is my friend Raquel.  Why don't you
sit between us?"  So Simone and I exchanged seats, and
their blanket easily covered all of our laps.  We
talked girl talk for a while, with me noticing the
similarity between my name and Raquel's.  I found out
that Raquel was from Israel, where she was an
intelligence analyst for Mossad, but that is all she
would say about her work.

I'm sure they noticed me as my eyes devoured their
bodies.  Simone, whom I had always thought of as the
Lady in Black, was now wearing a sheer white blouse,
so transparent that I could easily see the lace
pattern of her C-cup bra.  Raquel was a bit smaller in
the chest, and I was sure she had no bra under her
maroon colored tube top.

Most of the lights in the stadium went out, leaving
only the stars overhead, and a single spotlight on
stage.  The roar of the crowd died down to an
expectant whisper, and moments later Sarah McLachlan
took the stage by stepping into the light.  A few
backup musicians filtered into their places behind
Sarah, and they launched into their first set.

From the beginning, it was obvious that Sarah and
company were loaded for a huge sound from the towering
speakers on either side of the stage.  So Simone,
Raquel and I cuddled together in the cool evening air,
whispering little secrets together and exploring each
other's thighs under the blanket.  It didn't take long
for me to discover that Simone wore only a garter belt
and hose under her ultra short skirt, and that Raquel
wore nothing at all under her long wrap-around skirt.

Fortunately, the music was loud enough to drown out my
moans of pleasure as both women found their way into
my pants under the blanket.  I willingly lifted my
hips as they stripped me from the waist down,
skillfully removing my jeans and the thong panties I
had worn in anticipation of this encounter.  My thighs
were parted as wide as possible to allow those two
gorgeous women to play with me as they pleased.  They
teased and toyed with my pussy all through Sarah
McLachlan's opening set, until I was almost ready to
explode.

Then the set ended, and the under the huge applause,
Simone whispered in my ear, "I bet you're feeling
hungry, and I'm sure Raquel has a nice snack ready for
you."  So as Sarah took her bows and handed the
microphone over to Sinead O'Connor to the wild and
noisy applause of the crowd, nobody noticed as I slid
down underneath the blanket.

Half-naked as I was, I made sure not to bump the seats
in the row in front of us as I wormed my way in
between Raquel's legs.  The light silk of her skirt
was already parted, just waiting for me to plunge into
the void between her thighs.  Sinead O'Connor set a
hard hammering beat, and I could tell that Raquel was
as anxious to provide my 'snack', as I was to eat it.
But the set had only begun, so I took my time between
her lovely slim legs, licking and nipping my way
slowly up her thighs.

Suddenly Raquel lifted her legs and planted her toes
on the backs of the seats in front of her, possibly to
hide my bobbing head under the blanket from the view
of nearby audience members.  But the effect for me was
that her pussy was even more open to my questing
tongue.  With Raquel's knees raised high, and the top
of the blanket pulled up against the chill night air,
I had unlimited access to her lovely sex.  The music
carried on, only slightly diminished by the blanket
over my head, as I nipped and nibbled my way toward
that lovely pussy.

Raquel turned out to have the softest, loveliest pubic
hair I could ever imagine.  It came just a little way
down her inner thighs, although under the blanket at
night I couldn't tell its colour.  Slowly and softly I
brushed my face back and forth across the fine curls,
extending my tongue to lick up the delicious nectar
that had oozed from her vagina.

Abruptly, in the middle of a fiddle solo by one of
O'Connor's amazing back-up musicians, Raquel reached
under the blanket to grab me hard by the hair, and
forced my face into her dripping pussy.  It was
obvious that this girl knew exactly what she wanted,
namely my tongue as far up her sopping pussy as it
could possibly reach.

I licked and I lashed her slathering slit,
And I slurped and I sucked at her swollen clit,
Until suddenly she came with a great big rush,
And I struggled hard to swallow the gush,
Of her spewing juice I had made cum loose
To drown my face in the infinite space
And to swallow and to drink the sweetest juice
As the fiddle solo came to rest,
My tongue still probed within Raquel's nest...

I could feel the tug of Simone's firm hand as the
audience erupted in an orgasm of cheers for the fiddle
player who had driven me to drive Raquel to ecstasy.
Somehow I managed to struggle back up to my seat, but
Simone insisted that I sit next to Raquel.  It was
turning into a game of musical nooky, in which there
could be no losers, unless we got caught.

Sinead's next number turned out to be as smooth and
mellow as her first one had been hard and powerful. I
just sat on the hard bleacher bench, and didn't even
notice as Simone slithered down under the blanket,
until her insistent fingers slowly parted my inner
thighs.  Sinead's voice rose in a lyrical Celtic love
ballad, as I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the
caress of Simone's soft tongue on my inner thighs.

The song swelled up from the stadium, just as my clit
became engorged in anticipation of the talented tongue
that was slowly sliding up toward my anxiously
dribbling crotch.  I needed Simone to suck my pussy
NOW! NOW! NOW!  when suddenly the song came to an end
with me still calling out into the night, NOW! NOW!
NOW!

In the dark silence, the lights of the flashlights of
many security guards blinded me.  The rough voice of a
female security guard called from the nearest aisle,
"I think you ladies need to cum with me..."
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