As we got ready to go to the gate, we placed our things in a bin to go through the metal detectors. I went through without trouble and collected my things, but Adelaide was held up. It seemed despite removing all metal objects, she still buzzed through the detector, so they took her aside for a scan.
After he waved his handheld detector around, the guard did not find anything, so he gave her a pat down as the last line of defense. The guard had Adelaide spread her legs and arms out, then traced his hands up her legs, around her backside, and up her back.
“Buy a gal dinner first, why don’t ya?” Adelaide joked.
The guard did not find anything, as anticipated, and let her go. She walked over to me with a slight smirk.
“It was probably the boots, but that fella just wanted to cop a feel.”
“You think so?”
“You’ve seen my ass, wouldn’t you? I thought you were gonna pitch a tent back there in the car when I leaned over to get my purse.”
“Fair enough,” I blushed.
She took me by the hand, and we started to explore the area before finding our way to the standing-room-only section on the field. Although, to my surprise, they covered the field with silver-looking tiles, probably to prevent us from ripping or tearing the grass. From here, the stage looked massive, and all the instruments up there led me to believe this would be a proper performance. As some people started to get up on the stage, it seemed we arrived just in time for the opening act.
“Why did you buy standing room only, anyway?”
“To be closer to Dolly, of course.”
The speakers exploded in feedback. The singer grabbed the microphone and cleared his throat. “I am Hunter Hayes, opening for Dollie Parton tonight!” The stadium eruptted in cheers, with Adelaide screaming next to my ear. “My job out here tonight is to get you ready for The Smoky Mountain Songbird, The Queen of Country Music, the one, the only Dolly Parton!”
The crowd screeched even louder this time. Once the volume level died down to a steady chatter, the music took over the atmosphere.
Once everyone settled into a groove, I heard Hunter Hayes playing a slow song to start off. I shazamed it and saw it was called Somebody’s Heartbreak. Adelaide sauntered in front of me as the melody cascaded through the audience. She took my hands and placed them on her hips. It is only now that I realized she was about 5 foot 7 to my 6 foot 1. She pushed her butt back onto my crotch and slowly grinned at me. I can feel it already stirring something in me.
As we slowly gyrated our hips unison, Adelaide leaned back on my chest and shouted, “Someone’s gettin’ excited.”
It was then that I realized Adelaide was a master of seduction. She moved her hips with fluid grace, and her body pressed against mine in all the right ways. I was getting aroused and tried to hide it from her, but I was sure she could feel me getting hard behind her.
I blushed and tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t deny the chemistry between us. Adelaide was beautiful, smart, and adventurous, and I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Adelaide and I laughed, danced, and sang along to the music as the concert continued. For a moment, all of my worries and fears melted away, and I was just happy to be alive and in the company of someone who made me feel alive.
As Hunter Hayes exited the stage, I realized how many people we were surrounded by. If there were ever a time when loneliness was the furthest thing from my consciousness, it would have been now. With my arms wrapped around a tantalizing woman, surrounded by people united for one purpose, it was apparent music was indeed a universal language.
Minutes passed before Dollie took to the stage, but the crowd was in an uproar when it happened.
“Thank y’all for coming out tonight!” Dollie kept her introduction short and sweet.
Before long, Dollie was performing ballad after ballad from her feminist anthem, Coat of Many Colors, and her working life upbeat melody 9 to 5. Throughout it all, it was like being in a trance.
Adelaide and I danced, sang, and laughed, caught up in the moment’s magic. Her smile was infectious, and her laugh was like music to my ears. The way she shifted to the beat of the tune was hypnotic, and I found myself mesmerized by her every move. It was as if nothing else mattered except for the two of us shimmying and harmonizing together, lost in another world.
When the night drew to a close, Adelaide and I made our way out of the stadium, hand in hand. The cool river air was a welcome relief from the heat of the concert, and we both took a deep breath, savoring the moment. Looking into her eyes, I knew this was just the beginning of something special, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us. With Adelaide by my side, I knew that anything was possible.
As we settled into the car, the high from the concert began to ebb away, leaving me feeling adrift and unmoored. But as I turned to observe Adelaide, I could not help but notice the sly grin on her face as she flung her boots into the backseat, followed by her hat and purse. It was a curious move that might have struck me as odd if we were simply heading back to our ordinary lives. But I knew Adelaide well enough to suspect that something far more tantalizing awaited us beyond the confines of our mundane existence. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I realized that, once again, I was about to be pulled into her world of dangerous thrills and forbidden pleasures.
“Open up the glove compartment, sweetheart.”
In there was a blunt and a box of spermicidal condoms. I picked up the condoms and shook them to see if there was anything in the box, and there was.
“Hand me the blunt.”
I passed it to her. “I take it we are not leaving right away?”
“Ya got that right. Imma smoke this until the cars clear out, then we’re gonna break open that pack ya got in yer hands.”
“Seriously? I thought I owed you oral?”
“Ya do, but not today, sugah. Tonite I need something hard between my legs for the first time in a long time.”
Adelaide reached into the depths of her pocket, producing a lighter with a flick of her wrist. She ignited the flame with nonchalant ease and brought it to the end of the blunt. She rolled the window down only slightly, allowing a wisp of smoke to escape into the night air. Her lips delicately pressed against the wrapper as she inhaled deeply, her devil-may-care attitude on display. The blunt parted from her lips, and not a single cough was heard. Adelaide was a woman who knew her way around the vices of the world, and she reveled in them with fierce and unapologetic abandon.
As the cars exited the garage, one by one, I turned on the radio. I spun the knob until I found a station playing Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. The guitar riff cut through the night air like a razor, and the drums pounded out a rhythm that echoed the beating of my heart. I cranked up the volume, drowning out the noise of the world, and let the music wash over me like a wave of pure sensation.”Now it is your turn to listen to music from my childhood.” I smiled at Adelaide as more smoke escaped her lips.
Adelaide seemingly ignored me, “Ya need a hand?”
“With putting on the condom?”
“No, with gettin’ hard so you can put on the condom.”
“I would not mind it, that is for sure.”
Without another word, Adelaide’s hand wandered over to my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Before I was prepared for it, she had a firm grip on my cock. Any passerby could see that this beautiful woman had her hand down my pants, but luckily there were fewer and fewer people to see us as the minutes flew by. It only took a handful of pumps before I could feel myself getting hard, or at least hard enough to put on protection. After tearing the box open, I took one wrapper out and tossed the rest aside.
“Why spermicidal? Why not something that feels better, like ultra-thin or textured?”
“I’m not ready fer another baby at the moment, if ever. And considerin’ how much my hubby and I see each other, there would be more than a few things to explain.”
With the blunt only burnt halfway down, Adelaide tosses it out the window. She rolls up all the windows. It seemed that this level of the lot was empty, except for us. With that knowledge, I ripped the wrapper open and got the condom out. The next problem was putting it on my member.
Adelaide snatched the condom from my palm, “yer a little slow, sweetheart.”
She rolled the rubber down my dick, stood in the car, and started taking off her daisy dukes as she revealed her red lace Victoria’s Secret panties. I got my pants off while she slid her panties down her long legs. We tossed our clothes into the back, boxers, panties, pants, etc. Adelaide startled me before reaching around to pull the seat lever, forcing me to recline.
One of her hands holds my penis, while the other uses my chest for balance. She slowly sits on me, groaning outlaid as I enter her. My hands grip her hips as the hand holding my cock goes to the ceiling. The Southern Bell leans forward, kissing me on the cheek. I could feel her lipstick lingering on her lips pulled away.
Adelaide whispers, “I knew yer girth was gonna be somethin’. It’s even betta than I thought, though.”
My hands slid around her back before grabbing her ass cheeks. Her butt was nothing but muscle. It was clear this fitness influencer had never skipped her squats. And now, I was going to get to enjoy this body. This physique honed by years of yoga had been displayed to countless men, and I was getting it all served on a platter to me. As my heart swelled excitedly, I smacked her ass with a loud crack. The heat of the moment was getting to me, and judging by how foggy the windows got, that heat transcended the psychological.
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