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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Three Direct Hits (sightings)

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My daughter gave my wife and I tickets to see Alan Jackson at State College PA this past weekend. (For those not in the 'know', he's a country music star) It was our Christmas present and one we both appreciated. The weather was lousy and even though we left early, we barely made the opening act. As we were escorted to our seats the usher informed us that our section had been selected by the promotors of the show to have eight people share two front row seats. He said that a show official would come by at different times to select the lucky people. All the people around us were excited and standing, looking around for the representative. Everyone was talking to their neighbor and quite animated. Our section was also part of a bottling company promotion and we were each given a one litre bottle of spring water and a bunch of coupons. Just as my wife and I seated ouselves I heard a scream from the two women behind us. As my seat was on the aisle, I turned to see a woman, dressed in a suit, pointing to these two women who were now jumping up and down, screaming with glee. There was a murmer of disappointment from the rest of the section as the two were escorted to the floor and their seats. Right in front of us were three girls and a boy, all about 18 to 20. They were almost as excited as the women who were now in the front row. As the lights went down and Deana Carter, the opening act, appeared on stage, they remained standing, bouncing up and down and fantasizing about being selected. They finally sat as Deana started singing. Her part of the show was only a half hour. When the lights came up and the stagehands started changing the stage for AJ, many in the crowd left their seats. Very few in our section did. The reason? We had been told that we had to be in our seats to be selected. My wife and I remained seated but the three girls in front of us were back to standing and bouncing, talking and giggling.... and drinking their bottles of water. The one directly in front of me was tall, about 5'10" with long brown hair and rather plain. The girl in front of my wife much shorter, about 5'2" or so, with short brunette hair. She was very cute and bubbly. The next girl over was a blonde and the best looking of the three. She was obviously with the boy and shared her enthusiasm with him as well as the brunette beside her. With all their bouncing around they had gotten warm and decided to take off their sweaters. The brunette sat down as she did and as she pulled the sweater up over her head I spied the bare flesh of her back. But, more important, I also saw the top of her panties. I've been a panty peeker all of my life. Just knowing what a female is wearing is a big turn on for me. With the popularity of bikinis and hip huggers this type of peeking has been much reduced. So, to see these leopard print nylon panties was a rare treat. Under her sweater she was wearing a beige short sleeved ribbed top that, when she pulled it down, just reached the top of her jeans. The tall girl in front of me was wearing an oversized Alan Jackson T shirt so the was ing to see there. However, the blonde was almost to much for a panty peeker to believe. She was wearing sailor type jeans with the double rows of buttons for the fly front. An they were hip huggers. And, she was wearing peach colored cotton briefs that showed off at least an inch and a half of them all the way around as she slipped the sweater over her head. Under the sweater she had on a white cotton pull-over top that, when pulled down, still did not hide the top of her panties. I was in panty peekers heaven and my wife knew it. She sat there watching me watch the girls, smiling all the time.
The intermission was overly long and the audience was getting restless. Most of our section was standing, looking for the lady in the suit. The two women behind us had returned and were beside themselves with their excitement. One of them actually touched Deana Carter as she came to the front of the stage. Finally the lights started to dim and the audience cheered. But, still no lady in the suit. Just as AJ appeared on stage, over to our right in the next aisle over, we saw a flashlight go on and heard a small cheer go up. The next winners had been selected. The girls in front of us let out a collective cry of anguish as they watched the couple being led to the front. The concert started with Chattahoochie and two of the girls started dancing (if that's what you call it) in front of their seats. It was annoying but it would have been hard to complain as many others around us were doing the same.They did sit down for the ballads though. After awhile the girls started looking for the lady in the suit. The tall girl in front of me spied her first and jumped up, pointing to her. Everybody around us did the same. We all watched as she picked out two people from way down in front. The girls then consoled each other for a minute and but then got optomistic about their chances for the next selection. With each up beat song, the blonde and brunette got up and shook their hips and clapped their hands to the beat of the music. I kept checking out the blond's peach panties each time she got up. AJ then brought the band up to the front of the stage to do an 'unplugged' segment that he called "half wired". My wife chose that time to visit the ladies room. When she got back, she was all excited. She had a sighting inside the ladies room. After using the toilet, she went to the sinks to wash her hands. She said there were very few women in there but there was a woman in jeans and brown leather jacket leaning against the wall with her hands folded over her groin. As my wife approached, the woman asked her for a favor. Years ago my wife experienced an attempted molestation in a mall wash room. The experience left her with a fear of public restrooms and she was especially afraid of any stranger who spoke to her. So, my wife ignored her and turned to leave without washing. The woman called out "Please!" and my wife , feeling that it was a sincere cry, stopped and turned to look at the woman. She was still against the wall but now had both her hands extended towards my wife. It was then that my wife saw the dark patch in her groin and crotch area and down her upper thighs. However, the fear from the mall incident controlled my wife and she left without speaking to the woman. I had a quick thought about going out and waiting for the woman to exit the ladies room, but I let it pass. I'm glad I did.
While my wife was gone, The two dancing girls had remained seated. However, the little brunette had, aturied her hands in her lap and had bent way forward in her seat. Even with the dim aisle light I could see over an inch of her leopard print panties, almost from hip to hip. When she sat up she started to bounce her legs, even when there was no music. 'Ah Ha!' I thought 'A live one!' I kept an eye on her from that time on. My wife had rejoined me and told me her story all the while AJ was doing his "half wired" session. When they went back to their
bandstand their first number was an upbeat one. As usual,the blonde and brunette were back up and dancing. I kept my eye on the brunette. But, within a minute, the blonde sat down and crossed her legs and started rocking back and forth. 'Oh boy! A twofer!' were my thoughts. The boy, who had been quiet up to now try and slip his hand into the blond girl's lap. She tried to elbow him away but he then put his left arm around her waist and, although I'm not sure, put his right hand into her lap. She was squirming, trying to keep him away. All of a sudden and over the sound of the music, I and everybody around us heard "SHIT!" The girl pulled out from the boy's grip, slid forward in her seat and turned towards him with only part of her right cheek on the seat. She was swinging her hanm and shouted "I hope you're satisfied!" The boy had recoiled in his seat and had his arms crossed in front of his face and chest. The blonde stopped swinging but sat there facing him until the song was over. My wife and I watched this thinking the same thing. The little brunette was back to sitting, hands in her lap and legs bouncing. After another song we all saw the lady in the suit climbing the steps towards us. As she approached she slowed and stopped in the row in front of the girls. The tall one and the brunette jumped up but the blonde remained seated. The lady in the suit then pointed her flashlight on an older couple sitting in front of the blonde and her boyfriend. Another collective groan went up from our area. As the winning couple were led down to their seats, the two girls who were standing turned to leave their seats. The brunette bent over to say something to the blonde. As she did I swore I saw a dark spot on the seat of her jeans. With just the ambient light from the aisle it was hard to tell. I nudged my wife and pointed and she nodded her head affirmatively. The blonde, now slumped down in her seat with her hands now folded across her lap, shook her head at the brunette. The two girls then started up the steps. I turned to see if I could get a better view but still wasn't positive. So I did what any good pants peeker would do. I got up and followed them. I was about ten paces behind them when I reached the concourseWith the good light out there, There was no doubt. The spot was about as big as a saucer. And, to confirm it, the brunette actually put her right hand around her butt and felt the spot, rubbed it and then looked at her fingers and rubbed them. As they disappeared in to the ladies room, I turned and went back to the concert. When I got back to my seat, my wife had her coat on and the blonde had her sweater back on. They must have turned the air conditioning on because it was obviously colder. When the other two came back they also put their sweaters on. y wife that I had a confirmation on the brunette. She smiled.
It wasn't long before the main part of the concert was over but it was pretty obvious that there would be an encore. Jackson had not sung two of his trademark songs, Gone Country or the Mercury song. When he left the stage everyone was standing and clapping or cheering. Everyone but the blonde. The littlerunette was back to her bouncy self and the wet spot had wicked its way out so that, with the shadows, unless you were looking for it (and I was!) you wouldn't have noticed. AJ came back and sang both songs. No one sat down and the whole place was rockin'.
Before the show began, my wife and I had decided to wait for at least a half hour after the show was over before going to our car. Being late, we had been shuffled to an auxiliary parking lot that put us on the wrong side of the road to go home. We felt it was better to be comfortable inside than to be frustrated outside. The four in front of us stayed also. I was sure I knew why. The tall girl and the brunette remained standing and were obviously anxious to go. The blonde had now moved forward in her seat and was bent over with her head almost on her knees. Even with her long sweater on, I could see the peach panty top. The boy was seated also. He was slouched way down with one foot on the seat in front of him. He had a frown and wasn't very happy. When the majortity of the crowd had exited, the blonde sat up and looked around and saw us. She quickly looked away. About 5 minutes later, she again looked at me and this time glared. Finally, the two girls in front of my wife and I left. A minute or so later the boy said something to the blonde, got up and walked the other way down the row of seats. In another minute or so the two girls reappeared and called out "We're leaving". The blonde then sat up again and, looking right at us, slid her butt to the right so that she was facing us. She then started to stand so that her butt was facing out into the areaa. As she stood , she bent over at the waist so that we could only see the top of her head. If one didn't know the situation you would have thought she was a cripple as she shuffled herself towards the aisle. I was trying to keep from laughing. As she reached the aisle, she was still facing us. But, with my aisle seat I knew I was going to get a view. Now in the aisle, as she lifted her right leg to take the step up, I gould see the dark blue stain in the upper part of her left thigh up to her crotch. She was still doing a good job of blocking her front but now she had to move her right hand to grab the hand rail. The wetness had wicked its way up into the lower part of her groin. She then successfully got her left foot up onto the step but when she tried for the next step, she stumbled. In her rush to get up she turned her butt right towards my wife and I. What a View! She was wet halfway to her waist and almost out to the side seams of her jeans. Knowing that we had seen her she then just picked herself up and walked normally up the stairs. I immediatly got up and went down to her row to see if I could see the wet spot in the concrete. They had sealed the concrete so it was not visable. So I walked in to get a closer look. Right in front of and under her seat was a puddle. It was hard to say how big since she had her shoes in it for quite a while. But it still was a puddle. We then hurried up the stairs to the concourse but as there were still a lot of people milling about, she had melded into the crowd.
As we drove home, my wife and I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the the brunette and the blonde had been selected for those front row seats. Would they have gone? My wife felt that the brunette might have..........but we''ll never know.
P.S. To Sean (Luck or Skill)
In this case both. I always take a positive view, saying 'what if?' and blending it with patience has paid off for me. Having my wife's eyes is also a plus.

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