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Fingered at First Ave  

ThomasCBell 58M
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1/1/2022 1:17 pm
Fingered at First Ave

In Minneapolis MN there is one of the greatest music clubs in the world. Its known as First Ave. Its been everything from a disco speed metal and before that it was a bus station. First Ave is probably most famous for being the location Prince filmed Purple Rain. So, if you live here (or visit) its the place if you want see a band close and intimate. Well one time a group of neighbors were talking about seeing a cool band. So, I got 8 VIP tickets see G Love and Special Sauce.

I am a huge music fan, so I am always pumped go First Ave. We did the usual, dinner, and a few drinks. Then the club. We had VIP tickets, so it was nice, we were in the balcony and had good spot sit. Being neighbors, and not having partied much together, it was sort of an easy, laid-back night. No one wanted to get to crazy. I am always itching to get onto the floor though, so was my neighbor, lets call her Bekka, but I did not know that. Bekka and I always kind of flirted with each other but knew it was way to risky to ever do anything. That night was different, let share.

Suddenly Bekka grabbed my arm and whisked off the main floor. She pushed her way through, in tow, to about 3 or 4 rows from the rail. It was perfect, G Love and his band were loud and totally rockn. The pressure from the band all the people jumping and<b> dancing </font></b>the energy was nuts. It did not take us long and we were right with them. We also knew it was totally hot to be there with each other too. I suspect we both thought about fucking each other many times!

Because it was so crowded, I was sort of behind Bekka and to the side a little. At one point jumping and down my hand her ass. She had a skirt , and I could feel the lines of her panties, as she did not mind when I let my hand linger there. As I turned around and looked back the balcony, check where my wife might be, I locked eyes with Bekkas husband. I smiled and slipped my hand further between her legs, under her skirt, and felt how wet she was through her panties. She only flinched because my hand started rubbing her wet pussy and ass and that excited her. She just kept jumping and the music pounded each of us so loud.

Each time she jumped she would come back down my hand. Shed wait before going back again. While she did I would rub her pussy through her panties as firmly as I could. I could feel my fingers almost get inside her, but her panties kept from full penetration. Then she would jump again, I made sure there was light touch to her ass when she went and would rub her clit and lips through her wet panties as fast and firm as I could when she came down. It was too hard to get a great angle to really give it to her though.

So, I moved just in front of her, still to the side a little. With my had at my side I was able to reach back, naturally, slip my hand under her skirt, force her panties to the side. They were fucking soaked by the way. Now I had my fingers on her wet clit and I could rub her. I rubbed her clit really hard and she move forward for more. When she did two fingers slipped inside her about the second knuckle. That was totally enough. As she started to jump a little my two fingers would come out a bit and when she came down I fingered her as deep and hard as I could, flicking both fingers fast back and forth fast. Her clit was in the palm of my hand, and I could feel my hand getting absolutely soaked.

We kept doing this, she never touched me, she never looked at me. She was just rocking out getting totally finger fucked on the main floor at First Ave. Then suddenly I felt her hand on my forearm. The arm that had my fingers deep in her pussy and the palm of my hand soaked with her juices. She squeezed my arm so hard, I figured I have a nail marks. She needed something to stabilize her as she started to cum. It felt like she came 2 or 3 times, she would jump a little, squeeze a little. I could feel her pussy get tight on my fingers and then release a little too. My palm and fingers were just soaked with her juices too.

When she was done cumming, she pulled herself together, leaned over and said she was heading back the others, and her husband. I stayed the floor for another song or two. Her pussy juices dried on my hand. However, not before I snuck a few tastes of that sweet nectar. I often wonder if her husband knew? I wonder if they could smell her pussy in the car on the way home? Her juices flooded her panties and my hand. They had . I wonder if Bekka fucked her husband that night thinking about my cock in her?

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