Champagne in the Park

For Ted, one of the best things about moving to London had been the chance to spend much of the summer at the Proms concerts in the Royal Albert Hall. Although he had never been good enough to become a professional musician, he played the French horn regularly with one of the many amateur orchestras in and around London, and still enjoyed attending concerts whenever he could. The Proms were without doubt the highlight of the year, with the chance to hear some of the world’s finest orchestras for little more than the price of a pint of beer, as long as you didn’t mind standing. As usual, the two weeks leading up to the final concert had been packed with visiting foreign orchestras, and there had been some especially good performances. But the Last Night came round all too quickly, and now he was inside the Royal Albert Hall for the last time, ready to enjoy the unique atmosphere at that famous musical extravaganza.

He was especially pleased to find himself standing next to Jo in the Arena. Ted had met her in the queue on the first night, and she had joined him with his usual group of friends in the Arena. They had all got on well, and he had seen quite a lot of her during the first half of the season. She was a student at the Royal College of Art, right next to the Hall, and had stayed down in London for a few weeks after term ended to go to as many concerts as possible. She had then gone back to Yorkshire to see her parents for a few weeks, but had come back for the Last Night concert, and was staying for the night with her sister in a hotel on the north side of Hyde Park. Her sister wasn’t so keen on classical music, but had welcomed the opportunity to come to London to hit the shops.

Jo had been warned that the Royal Albert Hall tended to get warm on the Last Night, what with the capacity audience and the extra TV lights, and had turned up wearing a long, loose, brightly-coloured Monsoon frock that hang attractively over her curvaceous body. It had indeed been warm inside, even before the audience really let its hair down during the second half of the concert, and during the first half she had begun to feel a bit hot and sticky, especially under her bra.

She tried adjusting the straps as unobtrusively as possible, but Angie, one of the other girls in their group, noticed her discomfort. “It is a bit hot, isn’t it?” she whispered during the interval between two of the pieces. “I don’t usually bother with a bra on nights like this”.

“I think you’re right” moaned Jo. “Do you think anyone will notice if I take it off?”

“Well, they might if you do it now” said Angie.

“During the interval. I mean” said Jo, giggling as she speculated on the potentially explosive effect of overt undergarment removal on the already excitable Arena audience. So during the twenty-minute interval she slipped to the ladies and returned with her bra in her bag.

“That’s better – not so sticky!” she whispered to Angie.

Ted had noticed Jo wriggling around earlier, and it was glaringly obvious what she had just done. “Hmm, yes, much better!” he said with a grin, admiring her large, firm tits, which didn’t really need any artificial support. She looked wonderfully sexy, and he couldn’t help imagining what her bare breasts would look like.

“Cheeky!” Jo replied. She could imagine what he was thinking, and far from being offended, she found the idea rather exciting. She enjoyed Ted’s company, and liked the idea that he seemed to find her physically attractive.

“Just don’t jump up and down too much during “Land of Hope and Glory” Ted warned. “One bounce too many and you’ll give the orchestra leader a coronary”.

“At least I’d make sure we got on the TV” she replied, “Could be the first known wardrobe malfunction in the Royal Albert Hall!”

As it was, Jo managed to avoid coming out of her dress, but only just, and several times Ted found himself distracted by the sight of her delightful breasts jiggling up and down during the more lively pieces of audience participation. Once when she bent over to pick up a flag, the front of her dress gaped open and he got an excellent view of her large pinkish nipples. His cock stirred at the sight, and he hurriedly went back to concentrating on the music before Jo or anyone else noticed.

Jo, of course, was well aware of what she was doing, and had deliberately given Ted as many chances as possible to get a good look at her tits. She had noticed the bulge in his trousers, and her own imagination took over, as she imagined what it would be like to unzip his flies and hold his erect cock in her hands…stroking it and maybe even taking it into her mouth…sucking on the purple head…pumping his cum all over her tits…She forced herself to stop daydreaming and concentrate on the music again.

After the concert had come to an end, their group of friends gathered as usual on the steps at the back of the hall.