[Hornyinde]

Going back years, before I was married. I was recently out of college and starting a job in a couple days. One of my friends (female, but we we only friends) had an extra ticket to a Grateful Dead concert about an 2 hours away. I drove us down to the city it was in. It was late June and pretty warm, a nice evening for an outdoor concert.

I don’t remember much, I wasn’t really a fan, I went just because she wanted to. I sure did notice a specific odor in the air and everyone seemed to be having a good time. It ended around 8:30 and was still light outside. We decided to wait and not fight traffic, as some people left and others hung around.

I leaned back in my seat and turned around. About 3-4 rows back, an older lady (maybe early 40’s, I was 22 at the time) sat with her legs spread wide and her feet up on the row ahead of her. The seating was the old style bench seats with no backs. She had on a long, loose dress, but it was pushed up above her knees, no panties. I guess she was trying to get some air? Anyway, I had a great view of her pussy. She had a nice dark brown beaver, and I could make out her outer lips. (This was the late 80’s so still most women didn’t shave it off thankfully).

As you imagine, since I had so much detail, it wasn’t a quick look. It probably took me a second or two to realize in my mind I was really getting a beaver shot. I glanced up at her face, and she was just sitting there looking around without a care in the world. She looked down at me, smiled, and continued glancing around. She didn’t care who saw her pussy. I guess I kept looking until my friend noticed and gave me a sharp elbow in the side. She asked if I wanted to try the traffic and of course I said we should let more people leave. I got in a few more looks at this wonderfully at ease lady and her pussy.

Finally, my friend told me we should leave. She was mildly annoyed with me, but like I said we were only friends who never had any sexual encounter. Me being a healthy 22 year old, I would have fucked her if she had shown me one bit of an opportunity however. We drove home, me with a hard cock in my pants, but there was no chance anything was going to happen with us. As soon as I dropped her off at her home, I pulled my car around a corner on the next street (a very quiet suburban area and dark now), turned off the lights, and pulled it out. First time I ever was so worked up I couldn’t wait to get home and had to take care of myself. I was remembering that lady’s pussy and how free with showing she was. Also thinking how I wish the night had gone, and my friend finally giving me hers. It didn’t take long for me to get the release I needed. At least until I got home. My memory and some magazines (so way before internet) helped me a couple more times. Ah, to be young again.

To this day, whenever I hear the Grateful Dead mentioned I get a little smile. My wife looks at me like I’m crazy, but this is just a nice memory I keep to myself. I lost track of my friend a bit after my marriage. I wonder sometimes if I could have pushed it that night....