Ultimate shoulder rides

Most of the people in this group are men, by far and away.  Yet there exists
an occasional woman who enjoys shoulder riding.  (And I mean a real woman, not a
man posing as a woman on a Board just to get his jollies.)

I introduced S. to shoulder riding about a year ago at concerts.  She's
petite, in her 20s.  At our first concert she was up three times, maybe for
two songs per ride, and wanted to be near a wall.  By our third concert she
had found her balance and had no fears and was up for about 50% of the
concert (at least a half hour).  As we saw bands she liked, she would wait
for her favorite songs, then tell me to take her up so she could see and
sing along.  I know she's having a good time when she sings along.  Now after a
dozen concerts it's become natural.  She's okay when I walk around or shift
my weight beneath her, and she moves around to music she likes.  I usually
take a break every two or three songs.  At the beginning of a concert it's
every three, but toward the end it's every two.  The more she moves the more
work for me to balance us.  It's also easier for me when she locks her feet
behind my back instead of letting them hang in front.  She's had comments
like, "you have the best seat in the house," more than once.  I find jeans
the roughest fabric and I feel it on the back and base of my neck for a day
or two after.  But sometimes it's a good thing- it serves as a fun reminder during the
boring drone of a work week.  We come down immediately when we see a
mosh pit forming near us for safety reasons.  Rarely we've been told to come down by security, and
we avoid those venues.

I asked S. to share a few words, in her own words, about shoulder riding:

"Shoulder riding is prevalent at concert, parades, and even poolside activity.
Though it is constantly around, I never gave a second thought to consider
shoulder riding as a fetish.  But what a fun fetish it is.  Before meeting Jeff, I
had attended only a handful of concerts.  I never saw what all the fuss was
about.  My first concert with him was mediocre, nothing special in fact.  Jeff had
to ask me if I wanted to sit on his shoulders.  As our shoulder riding
relationship continued, we saw bands I liked; I finally began to understand the
excitement behind concerts and the fetish itself.  The more concerts we attended
together, the more comfortable I became with him and was able to let loose.  The
band would play a good song, and get me excited enough to signal to Jeff that I
wanted to be lifted.  Singing loudly and somewhat dancing atop his shoulders
were a clear signal I was enjoying myself.  The balancing act that once was a
feat in the beginning of our endeavors no longer exists.  He bends towards the ground and I just hop on, enjoying my favorite songs
from the best seat in the house.  And it truly is the best seat in the house.
Sitting in chairs or on a balcony is removing oneself from the concert crowd.
Half the fun is then taken away.  But on top of Jeff's shoulders, I get the best
combination- the crowd's vibe and an awesome view of the band.  Over the past
few months, I have grown to absolutely love concerts.  And when I do attend
concerts on my own, I never shy away from asking that random guy next to me to
put me on his shoulders now."

S. likes to get on by my squating down and her climbing onto me from behind.  I personally am more used to squating behind the woman and lifting with my neck (which is quite thick) between her legs.  But it's probably safer and healthier her way, although I'm a pretty strong guy.

Once we had a guy say to me, "I would never do that for a woman."  (She must have been on me for 45 minutes in total that particular evening.)  I smiled and didn't comment, choosing not to get into it with him.  I do think that most guys who do it at concerts find it a chore.  But I don't.  It's great.  And it's wonderful to have someone who enjoys it too.