The whole experience was a blur, a sensory overload.  The colours are vibrant, not only in the clothing of the crowds but, within the stadium itself, dazzling the eyes.  The noise is incredible as so many people gather together with one common aim of celebrating, cheering on their favourite.  None of this was what held her attention as she sat high up in the stands.  Her thoughts were not of sights and sounds, but of touch.  She shivers as her body relives the feel of a hand pressed to her hip, the outrage as she turned to confront, the melting thrill of seeing the familiar face, the flush as she feels his fingers slip, ever so slightly, round onto her belly at her movement.  The brief, almost imperceptible, eye contact before she turned quickly to check that He wasn’t aware.  The slip of the hand her movement, this time putting pressure onto her bum…. Shuffling slightly, she adjusts her position in her seat and tries to relive the feel of the hand.  “Isn’t this amazing! Everyone is getting into the spirit of it.” She turns and smiles distractedly at her husband.  He continues to stare out over the crowd, fully engrossed in the occasion. The light fabric of her dress slides over her legs as she adjusts her position, again.  Her breath catches as a tingle of sensation reminds her of the contrast between her stocking covered leg and the bare skin at the top of her thigh. Recollection of his hand sliding down over her hip, down the outside of her thigh, then the pressure of his body pressing against her … a flood of pleasure makes her tense, as she feels again the unmistakable point of pressure against her bum. “I have to pop to the ladies,” her husband hands her one of the tickets without looking and stands and leaves him. Making her way down the steps to the exit, her senses heightened, she can feel the dress moving against her skin.  She moves so that her legs brush together, the sensation from her stocking clad thighs raising goosebumps on her skin.  Revelling in the pleasure fluttering through her body, she moves through the crowds and is startled by the sun.  How did she end up back outside?  Stopping she looks around and is about to turn back when her gaze is drawn to an awning.  Looking furtively over her shoulder, she blushes and moves off into the thinning crowds.   Standing by a site map she keeps herself hidden whilst looking over at the main entrance.  She waits … Her stomach tightens a little as she realises she must have been away for near fifteen minutes.  He will wonder where she has got to.  Once last scan of the entrance and she turns and walks quickly back to the stadium.   The dimness of the stadium halls is disorienting after the bright sun.  The sound from the stadium was building and people were moving from the halls to the seating. Turning to her right she started back towards her seat and her husband. “Rachel!” the call came from behind.   Turning to see who had called she saw a silhouetted figure approaching.  Not sure the call had been for her she turned to carry on her way.   “Rachel, wait!” This time, as she pauses a hand grabs her shoulder.  The familiar rush of excitement floods her senses and turning she looks into his face.  Putting a finger to his lips he urges her to silence. Pulling her to one side, he swipes his pass and opens a service door.  She steps though with him.  As the door closes, his physical presence overwhelms her and starts to turn, to leave. She’s spun round to face him and instantly her mouth is covered by his.  Shock freezes her and its only when his tongue pushes between her lips that she softens and kisses him back.  Her tongue fights his and the kiss becomes fierce.  He pushes against the cold concrete wall and she feels his body press against her.  Every nerve in her body is on fire! Shoulders pinned hard against the wall, she manages to work her hands down to grab the hard bulge that’s pressed to her belly.  A moan tells her that she still has some control and she bites his lip to make sure that he too. She finds his belt and quickly has his trousers undone.   Stepping back he lets them fall and she gasps as his hard cock is revealed.  She reaches out and takes the thick shaft in her hand, squeezing it playfully, before he steps back to her. Grabbing her hips he lifts her.  The light summer dress riding up her thighs as they part to wrap round his waist.  His cock presses urgently at her wet thong.  Her clit pulses at the pressure and she reaches down and yanks aside the damp silk.  Cock surges past her fingers as her soaking wet pussy opens up to him with shocking ease.  She gasps as she goes from wanting to filled in an instant.  Grabbing is neck she feels her wet fingers slip on his skin, her own scent filling the air as he starts to fuck her.  There is no subtlety here, just hard and fast fucking.   She has no time to react, as her breath is forced from her with his every thrust.  She soon senses that he is close and she tenses, squeezing him as he pushes deep into her.  With a gasp he shudders and she feels the flood of his cum filling her.  That’s the trigger and with a sudden rush, she starts to cum.  Her legs start to shake and she pushes back against the wall, forcing her hips hard against him as her body loses control.   He holds her and relishes in the pulse of her pussy squeezing his spent cock.   Pulling from her he lowers her to the floor.  She leans against the wall shakily and  lets him adjust her thong back into place.  Relaxing she closes her eyes and enjoys the surge of cum leaving her and soaking the thong.   She watches as he fastens his belt and then calmly hands her a card, before opening the door and showing her back out into the hall way.   She smiles at him and turns to return to her seat.   “Was there a queue?” Nodding, she sits back and hopes that the dress doesn’t real too much when she has to stand again.