My hand slides over your body and down your shirt, I inch and lay with your nipples and feel the weight of your boobs in my hand, it isnt long before ...your top is off and im licking and sucking your perfect nipples into my mouth.I slide my hand over your tight ass and the down your firm stomach into your pants,I feeel a slight covering of hair but as I move to your pussy it is bare. my hand slides up and down your lips as if I'm teasing you, I slide my hand to the opening of your cunt and I can. I already knew the top of this dress was quite daring and showed a lot of cleavage, and of course you had already inspected and I could see your enjoyment of my display.We arrive at our destination quickly; a large crowd was already lining up for the performance and we have to wait in line for a bit even with advance tickets. I make sure to be in constant contact with you. I stroke your hand; slip my arm around your waist, lean against you, all the while seemingly ignoring the signs of your. It was almost worse than the silence.There was a chain of songs that would repeat again and again. Soon hehad the music memorized and was thinking the next verse before it evenhappened. He even dreamed about the fucking songs. He ran free in hisdreams, but he could never elude the music. No matter what he did themusic followed him. His days became melodic torment. Elevator hell.He though he started hearing voices in the music. He struggled to makeout what they said, but it was always. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I'd better go." "Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you up too late." "Nah, I was kind of wired. I couldn't sleep when I first got back, I would have just been up watching something anyway." "All right." She smiled and found herself wishing she could kiss him good-bye. "Get some sleep. And don't worry about the game, I—nope, never mind. No more clichés." "Fair enough. And you guys be careful." "We will, don't worry." They said their good nights and Ryan yawned as she.