Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 08:10:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tickets

A lot of Rachel's friends wanted to see Lilith Fair,
and she got to be the one to stand in line for the
tickets.  This is her story as she told it to me...

"Everybody knew that Lilith Fair was going to be sold
out, so I got to the box office extra-early, like 7
o'clock, when the place wouldn't open until 9.  There
were already over a hundred people there, so I just
got in line behind a really pretty woman.  At least
she was pretty from behind.

A bit shorter than me, her spike heels made her just
my height.  Her long slim legs looked great in fishnet
stockings, which disappeared under a black leather
miniskirt.  She wore a black see-through blouse that
was so sheer I could read the label on her black bra.
Her black hair fell in a mass of thick curls almost to
her bra-back.  I wanted her to turn around so I could
see what she looked like from in front, but she just
looked straight ahead, and I kept on admiring her sexy
figure, and wishing I had the money to dress that
nicely.

The line kept on growing behind me, and at the street
corner there was a real crowd.  It wasn't until almost
9 that the riot started, and I never knew what caused
it until I read the evening paper.  Someone started a
rumor that a big company had already bought all the
tickets, so there wouldn't be any for the people at
the end of the line.  There was a rush toward the
ticket place, of people who wanted to jump the line,
and people who wanted to get away from the fighting
behind them.

I and the lady in front of me were swept along, and
she slipped and started to fall, but I put my left arm
around her waist to steady her.  We ended up right
near a ticket wicket, but the crush of the crowd meant
we couldn't move.  I could hardly breathe.  The lady
in black was breathing heavily, and my arm was still
around her.  "Sorry," I whispered in her ear, "I can't
move my arm."

"That's OK.  Thanks for catching me."  She told me
over her shoulder.  Her soft sexy voice could only
have been heard by me, in the midst of all the
shouting.  Then she managed to maneuver her left hand
to close on my wrist.  I thought she was going to try
to force my arm away, but instead she just pushed up a
bit on my wrist, and my hand closed on her breast!
Without even thinking, I began to massage her, right
through her thin shirt and lace bra.  "Yes, thank
you!" she whispered.

A zillion people were crushing us together, and my
pelvis was pushing against the right cheek of her firm
ass.  The jostling of the crowd made me sort of grind
against her.  I could feel her left hand doing
something in front of her, then suddenly her bra went
slack.  She had unsnapped the front closure of her
bra!
Somehow I managed to wiggle my hand inside her shirt,
and I started to pinch and caress her hard nipple.
The lady in black started to moan.  I guess anyone
else who heard her must have thought she was in pain,
but I was pretty sure she was enjoying my little
massage.  Her chest, with my arm, was pressed against
the back of a big guy wearing a lumberjack shirt, and
he didn't seem to notice what was going on behind him,
touching him.  So I thought, hey pretty lady, whatever
turns you on!

The woman's right arm was trapped, hanging straight
down.  Then she started to inch it behind her, in
between my hips and her ass.  She started groping the
crotch of my jeans.  Somehow she managed to undo the
button at the top, then pull down the zipper.  Moments
later her hand slid down inside my satin panties.
"Ohhh!" I moaned as her fingers started to play with
my cunt lips.  I knew I was starting to get wet down
there, as her fingers slid deliciously smoothly up and
down between the folds of my juicy twat.

I wished I could do more for her than play with her
nipple.  I wished I could spread my thighs to give the
Lady in Black better access to my sex.  I wished..., and
then I stopped wishing as a long middle finger
slithered up inside my vagina.  I gasped.  Slowly the
wet finger withdrew from my hole, and began to gently
circle my clit.  This woman must have had amazingly
long and supple fingers to do the incredible things
she was doing to my dripping pussy.

The crowd pushed forward, and I moaned in the ear of
the Lady in Black.  She turned her head just slightly.
 I still couldn't see her face, but I could stifle the
sounds of my passion by nibbling on her earlobe and
groaning into her ear.

There was a jostling in front of us as the person in
front of the man in the plaid shirt finished buying
her tickets, and had to struggle her way out of the
crowd. The commotion let the Lady in Black slide my
hand from her breast all the way down to the hem of
her skirt, which I barely had time to lift before the
press of the crowd pinned my arm again in the new
position.

Meanwhile, she started to rub my clit furiously,
trying to bring me off before it was her turn at the
ticket wicket.  She succeeded, and I bit her ear hard
to keep from screaming as I came.

The man in the plaid shirt must have only needed one
or two tickets, because all too soon he shoved his way
away from the ticket window.  I could see over the
shoulder of the Lady in Black, and there was a pretty
blonde girl saying, "Can I help you?"  She stared at
the near-naked breasts of my Lady in the unbuttoned
sheer black blouse and unfastened front closure.  The
Lady in Black finally had to pull her hand out of my
dripping pussy to reach into her purse for a credit
card to buy her tickets.

I tried to slide a hand down to zip up my jeans, but
the press of the crowd jammed my crotch hard up
against her leather ass.  The wide-eyed blonde kept
staring at those tits as she ran the credit card
through the machine then issued 2 tickets.  The Lady
in Black spun around to face me.  I was stunned by the
brilliant green color of her eyes as she lifted the
fingers that had just given me a wild orgasm to her
lips, licked them, and said, "Not bad!"

Then she slipped away into the crowd, leaving me there
in front of the ticket window with my jeans hanging
open.  I stepped right up, so the blonde wouldn't be
able to see my wet pants below the edge of her window.

I made a big show of reaching down into my jeans
pocket to get out my money, but only after quickly
zipping up my jeans.  I was supposed to get 6 tickets
together for me and 5 friends.  But instead I told the
blonde, "I need a block of 5, and a last seat right
next to the ones that last woman bought."