Music & Pleasure
“Hey…you! Hello? You! Out there!” I turn, realizing that the booming voice from the stage is talking to me in the back of the venue. “What do you think? Do we need more bass?”
“More bass,” I answer, calling back to her and sitting down in one of the chairs. They busy themselves on stage, playing around with the levels a little more. She calls out to me again a few minutes later after playing half the song to see how it sounded. I give her the thumbs up and call over that it’s good.
“Thanks!” She waves and turns back to the two guys accompanying her on stage. I can’t get a good look at her from this distance other than to see that she’s wearing clothing that shows off a good figure and has straight shoulder-length brown hair. Then she sits on the stool center stage and starts the song again; this time, a sweet, gentle voice joins in and I recognize the song. It’s one of the songs in the top ten, I think three below our status at the moment…and she’s perfect pitch. Ashley Something-or-other…one of our opening acts.
I settle in, listening to her sound check, and can’t figure out how she got on our bill, outside of being represented by Jive. There’s no singing, no dancing…hell, I don’t think there’s even really a dance song in her set list. It’s basically her on an acoustic guitar with a bass player and a drummer. I’m reminded of the kind of stuff people go to coffee houses to listen to…not Backstreet shows. But, whatever…not my problem, right?
“That sound good up there?” she calls to me after her half hour limit.
“Real good, yeah!” It is real good, too. “Keep the bass level, though!”
“Working on it!” another voice calls, and I stand up to head back towards the stage. I like going out into the seats just to get a feel for the place, see how good the acoustics are, what the stage looks like, that sort of thing. When I make it back to the stage, she’s putting her guitar in the stand and thanking the bass player.
“It sounds great out there,” I tell her, and she turns . Bright blue eyes greet me, already smiling with the compliment, and her mouth is quick to follow. She has strong, arched cheekbones but still a very soft, flattering look about her.
“Thank you,” she says with a warm laugh. “I didn’t realize it was the headliner I was bellowing at! Sorry about that!”
“Glad to help.” I extend my hand and introduce myself properly and she shakes it. Ashley Ripkin…that’s right! Damn, she’s pretty!
“Want me to go back there so you can scream at me?” she offers playfully.
“That’s okay, I’ll go out myself and see how it is once the rest of the fellas are up here.”
She lifts her shoulder with a smile and excuses herself with a ‘pleased to meet you’ and heads backstage after the drummer. I just stand back and watch how well her jeans hug her hips and thighs, waiting for the others to join me on stage. At least one of them announces his presence with a low, soft whistle behind me. Obviously, he watched her walk off stage too.
I don’t see her for a few days, and I don’t even think about it. We’re back on the road and into the schedule of media, meetings and mayhem, sleeping when we can and rushing to wait when we’re not. There’s not a lot of interaction with the opening acts, but we stop in Boston and settle in for a whole four days; three shows and one day off before moving on to Greenwich, Connecticut.
We’re pushed closer together, her legs straddling one of mine, and I can feel her thigh brush up against my groin as we grind together to the bass. ‘All she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…’ She’s got an arm around my waist and one lifted in the air, turning her head side to side as she sways. ‘All she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…’ I’ve got a hand on her back, one on her waist, feeling the heat burning off her, and we sink down to grind closer in the drive of the song. ‘All she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…’ Her hand lowers from the air, and I can feel her fingers on the base of my neck and in my hair. ‘All she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…’ I lower my head down, our foreheads touch, our eyes intently watchthe other's, and she’s biting her bottom lip. ‘All she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…all she wants is…’ Another minute of this, and I’m gonna come. She arches her back, dropping her head back, and clings to me. I don’t know if she’s squealing, or if it’s part of the song, but her whole body is rigid as I hold her and she’s clutching onto me.
The music segues into Culture Club, and she releases me with a satisfied smile and heavy eyelids. “Now that’s what I call keeping the bass level,” she laughs, leaning up to talk in my ear. Her fingers slide down my neck and brush against my chest as we separate and she disappears into the throng of people on the dance floor.
“Kevy-Kev-Kev!” Nick cackles when I manage to make it back to our table in the VIP section. “Gettin’ busy on the dance floor!”
I gulp the last of the beer in my glass, still trying to catch my breath, and widen my eyes at Nick. “Dude, did you see that?” I laugh. It wasn’t just my imagination, right?
“Dude, everyone saw that,” he laughs, placing a hand on my shoulder and then promptly pulling it off and wiping his hand on his jeans with a scowl.
I scan the club, looking for her. “Did you see where she went?”
“Bathroom,” he tells me with a teasing smirk. “You know, girls always disappear into the bathroom after sex.”
I push his shoulder with a laugh and take the beer from his hand, finishing it as he gapes at me indignantly. I hand him the empty cup when I finish and tousle his hair with my own teasing smirk, and then I head back into the club.
She’s just coming out when I make my way over to the bathrooms, and a smile crosses her lips when she sees me. I don’t say a word, but she takes my hand and instead of going back into the crowd, she leads me in the opposite direction past the bathrooms, into a dimly lit hallway.
I’m pushed with my back against the wall, which vibrates with the music, and she stands in front of me, placing a hand over my groin, rubbing firmly against the denim material. I put my hands in her hair, guiding her lips towards mine. I bite her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth gently as her fingers unzip the zipper and she slips her hand in my pants to rub against my dick as it strains against my boxers. What I wouldn’t give to have her mouth down there instead…
The button of my jeans is undone, and she’s lowering the front of my boxers to expose my erection, her hand tightly stroking it now that it’s finally free. My head is spinning with it all: the vibration of the music, the heat of her mouth on mine and her hand against my stiffness, the strange, dim lighting, wondering who’s going to come down the hallway and find us. She straddles my leg again, pulling my head down, and she bites my lip now as I attempt to breathe. “Let go,” she encourages, taking my earlobe into her mouth before kissing the side of my neck...“someone’s going to find us,” she says, feeding the excitement...“come down here…watch me get you off…” As she brushes her thumb over my tip, I do what she asks, burying the sounds of my release into her mouth.
She pulls away slowly with a satisfied smile, kisses me quickly and backs away, leaving me in the hallway, exposed, spent and breathless, mind swimming in sensations and vibrations, questioning what exactly just went on here. Why’d she disappear again? By the time I pull myself together and head back down the hallway, she’s nowhere to be found. After half an hour of scanning the club, I can’t quite tell Nick why I want to stay, though he wants to leave.
It’s past 3:00, and I’m still restless from the show, wandering the hallways of the hotel looking for someone to talk to. I’m on the floor below mine, where the band is staying, and a few doors are open in the hallway, radios or TV’s on. There’s life down here, at least. My floor is completely closed and quiet.
“Hey, Kentucky.” Ashley’s coming out of one of the rooms in a skin-tight tank top and low rise sweatpants. I haven’t seen her since the hallway in Boston, and when I’m alone, my mind keeps running back over that night, working me up and confusing me. What the hell happened that night? “What’re you doing down here?” She keeps going on her way, into the room across from where she came, and I wander over to stand in the doorway. These rooms are much smaller than what we’ve got.
“Restless,” I tell her, watching her rummage through one of her suitcases, “just wandering the halls.” Wonder what she’s thinking about what happened in Boston. If she’s thinking anything, there’s no hint of it. Does she remember what happened?
She turns, holding a bag of weed. “A few of us are up across the hall,” she says. “You can come hang out if you want.” She’s smiling easily at me, making her way back across the room towards me…and past me. I get a quick smell of her shampoo and turn to follow. “I found a stray,” she announces to the room, pointing over her shoulder at me. It’s her bassist and drummer and two of our roadies sitting around a table drinking.
They all greet me before going back to their card game, and Ashley offers me a beer before sitting Indian style on the bed and busying herself with rolling a joint. I almost forgot that our floor was drug and alcohol free until being confronted with it down here.
“We got that glitch figured out,” Ian, one of the roadies, tells me. “Damn techies fucked up one of the computer sequences, but it’s fixed now.”
“Great,” I say, sitting down on the bed behind Ashley, watching the poker game.
“No computer sequences to fuck up when it’s acoustic,” Ashley giggles, turning and lighting up. She passes it to the table, and it gets handed around, coming to me. I hesitate a second but take a drag. If anything, it’ll help get my mind settled enough so I can sleep. I think I shock Ashley though because she’s got a curious look on her face when I pass it back to her. “I didn’t think you were allowed,” she says before taking a drag.
I lift a finger and point to the ceiling. “Not up there,” I say without exhaling, closing my eyes and holding the smoke in my lungs a bit longer. It’s almost an immediate effect, and it feels like my head expands just a little bit, making room for my thoughts to settle.
We all join in on the next hand. I have a few more hits and another beer before everything starts winding down. The room is swaying comfortably, and Ashley giggles at me. “You’re so wasted,” she tells me as we enter the hallway. All I can do is nod at her, closing my eyes slowly in a form of a blink.
She takes my hand and leads me into her room, kicking the door closed with her foot behind us. “Too bright,” I say with a shake of my head, and she flicks one of the light switches, letting the outside building and street lights light the room instead.
“Better?” she asks with another giggle. I think it’s the pot making her giggly.
“Yeah, thanks,” I answer, pulling her into my arms and covering her mouth with mine.
Her fingers spread across my back, sliding up my spine in an embrace as her tongue dances against mine. I feel her grab onto my tee shirt, pulling it up over my head, and she drops it down on the floor before her fingertips tap against my chest lightly and slide down my belly. “Damn, you’re hot,” she mumbles, placing her lips on my chest with her tongue dancing over my skin now, her hands sliding down my shoulders and arms.
She drops to her knees, and her hands slide my shorts and boxers over my hips so that I’m standing naked in front of her, already stiffening with the cooler air on my skin and the warmth of her breath so close to my skin. I step out from my clothes and find my footing when her palm cups my dick gently, slowly stroking my length with the tease of her breath against the tip.
She lowers her hands to my thighs, slowly running her fingers along the outside my sore muscles and up between my legs, and then she settles back a bit on her knees, watching her own hands slide over my skin, my hips and thighs, fingering my balls tenderly and building my erection with each caress. Her touch is so soft I just close my eyes to it, letting my head fall back slightly and do my best to take a slow, steady breath.
As I do, her mouth replaces her fingertips, and I look down to see the top of her head so close to my dick I begin to ache for her to take me fully into her mouth. I place my hands in her hair, trying to guide her closer, but she moves in the opposite direction and crosses to the other side of my hips, outlining my tattoo with the tip of her tongue. All I can do is moan low and long and take another deep breath, keeping my eyes on the top of her head as she moves around my body, tasting my skin, sucking against the inside of my thighs briefly, her nose nuzzling against my balls before moving to a different spot on my body.
My knees feel weak, and my entire body is shaking with such anticipation and desire that I have to drop down to my knees before I fall over. It doesn’t seem to faze her too much. She just starts kissing my chest and shoulders instead, and her hands fondle my erection , just her fingertips touching against the tight, aching skin. Her head tilts to suckle on one of my nipples, and a finger pulses against the underside of my balls, making me see flashes of light behind my closed eyes . If I don’t come soon, I’m going to pass out… If I don’t breathe soon…
I lift her chin, placing my mouth over hers and guiding her hand to take me , slowly starting the pace, and I hear her giggle into my kiss, but she holds onto me more firmly and follows my lead. I have to release her hand and hold onto her shoulder as she keeps up the rhythm. “You like this, Kevin?” she whispers, leaning up to brush her chest against mine. I can feel her erect nipples through the soft cotton of her tank top, and she joins her other hand in on the stroking. “This turn you on? Does this make you hot? Make you want to come? Are you going to come, Kevin?” The feel of her voice, her breath as she speaks soft and airy in my ear, sends me into overdrive, and I rock my hips against her strokes, feeling the frenzy of my orgasm release into her hands as I cling onto her for balance. “You do know how to move those hips, don’t you?” she says when I drop my head onto her shoulder, clinging to her for support and gasping for air with my entire body tingling with pleasure.
She trembles against me, her chest rising and falling quickly, and her hands caress my back slowly with her lips against my shoulder, nuzzling against my neck. “I’m so turned on,” she mumbles against me, running a hand down my arm to guide my hand between her legs. She’s already rocking against me and barely lets me shift so I can slip my hand beneath her clothing to slide my finger along her. She’s so wet, and her breathing is ragged when I slide a finger inside. “Faster,” she tells me, biting my earlobe and clutching to my shoulder. “Deeper,” she continues, her voice rising in pitch as I do what she asks. “Oh fuck, yeah,” she gasps, trying to reposition her hands to hold on to me somehow. I can feel her fingertips dig into my spine and waist, and she’s grunting into my ear. “Don’t stop…don’t…stop…don’t…” She stiffens against me with a deep, long groan, but her hips keep rocking against my hand and I can feel her muscles writhe against my fingers. “Not yet…” she gasps, arching her back further. “Almost…almost…” She pulls away suddenly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, kissing me so fully and furiously I can’t breathe. We fall back and roll around on the floor, our legs intertwining, our arms pulling us closer together. Before I realize it, I’m on top of her, rubbing my new erection against the cotton of her sweatpants, and she’s grabbing onto my ass, pushing me against her.
I want to be inside of her, ache to be sliding into the slick wetness I just felt. I know she’s ready. I know she wants it. She’s opening to let me rub against her, and her leg wraps around one of mine. This adds more force to my useless thrusting, but the sensation of the warm, wet cotton is amazing against the sensitive flesh of my dick. Her hips rise to meet mine, and she’s moaning and grunting with the force of my weight against her. I can’t hold on to her any more and rest my palms against the floor, lifting myself up to thrust harder against her. She holds onto my arms and wraps her other leg around my leg. Very little room to move, but I’m so tight against her that each move I make is an explosion of sensations. “I’m gonna come,” I grunt at her, choking for air as every fiber of my body prepares me for the pleasure. There’s no rhythm anymore as I let myself go into the release, shuddering fast and furious against her.
Somehow we make it over to the bed. Before she climbs in next to me, her clothes are dumped in a pile next to mine. When I reach for her, she shifts away from me with a mumble of ‘sleep’ and turns her head. I’m confused, but too tired and spent to spend much time thinking about it.
When I wake up, I hear water running from the shower and blink a few times, trying to figure out where I am. I sit up a bit, seeing my clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed, and it all comes rushing back to me. My elbows and knees are sore, and I realize I’ve got rug burn from our escapades. It’s not keeping me from getting turned on with the memory, though. It really did happen…again…didn’t it? How does it happen? What are the signals? How does she know to take my hand and lead me into pure ecstasy?
She comes out a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping down her shoulders. “Good morning, Kentucky,” she says with a smile. “You snore.”
“Sorry,” I chuckle. Should there be some kind of acknowledgement about what happened last night? Is this as easy as it feels? “You should have nudged me.”
“Oh, I did,” she says with a slow nod. “And you’d stop for about a minute before starting again, so I’m not going to ask if you slept well.”
“Yeah, I kind of passed out like the dead, I think,” I say with a nod of my own. “I was a little worn out.”
She sits on the mattress next to me with a bottle of lotion and passes a small, knowing smile to me before squeezing some lotion into her palms and smoothing it over her legs. I watch her hands glide over her skin and settle down, resting my head on my hand with a smile. It’s sexy watching a woman ‘do her thing,’ the lotions and rituals of taking care of herself. She reaches out and dabs lotion on my nose with a direct look and shifts on the bed, placing her feet on either side of my shoulder and leaning back.
She runs a hand up her leg, pushing her towel aside at first, letting it drop off her body into a heap beneath her. She moves closer, guiding my head with her hand to the inside of her thighs, and I don’t need any more encouragement.
She smells sweet from the lotion and soap, and her skin is warm as I brush my cheek along the inside of her legs, sliding my tongue beneath the tender folds of her skin. She shifts beneath me, lying completely on her back and lifts her hips just slightly. I run my hands over the outside of her thighs and press the tip of my tongue inside her, steady and firm before curling my tongue to slide along her clit and pull with lip-covered teeth before burying myself inside her again. I put my hands on her waist, pulling her to me and sliding my tongue up until I can lift my head and peek at her with a contented smile. She’s looking down at me, and I can see her chest rising and falling with her heavier breathing. She slides a hand over her breast, pinching her own nipple and biting her lips together as she stares me down with expectation. I keep my eyes on her breast and manage to slide a flat tongue along her swollen pussy, and she squeezes her nipple again as I do so, but she won’t let me watch for long. Her other hand reaches down to my head, nudging me into her, but now it’s my turn to tease her, to watch as I excite her.
I pull back from her guidance and rub my chin against the inside of her thigh, and she jolts slightly with the scratchy feel of my beard against her tender skin. Her hand runs along her breast again, flattening her palm against her stomach as she tries to reach down to me again, but I slowly move out of her reach and settle back closer when she pulls her hand back. “Touch yourself again,” I tell her, and she feels herself, cupping her breasts with her own hands and teasing her nipples. I reward her by nuzzling between her legs and sliding my tongue inside her quickly, pressing the tip of my nose against her swollen clit before coming back up to watch her.
She’s biting her lips together, dropping her legs further apart so I can settle between them . Instead of touching her breasts, she reaches down to caress the inside of her thighs, brushing a finger against my cheek. I lower my head to rub my chin against her wetness and she moans quickly. I keep myself positioned there, moving my jaw around and watching her chest rise and fall.
“Oh, God, please, Kevin,” she whines, falling back into the mattress.
“Please, what?” I ask softly, letting myself slide the tip of my tongue along her.
“Suck me, lick me, eat me…anything,” she whimpers. “I can’t stand it.”
I can’t disobey a plea like that, so I lower myself down, nuzzling my nose against her clit as I slide my mouth over her, tasting her wetness on my flattened tongue. I cover her completely, pressing my jaw against her, pushing my nose against her, thrusting my stiffened tongue inside of her with quick, steady movements, trying to fill her as deeply as humanly possible. It’s working too, because I can hear her moaning with my movements as her body shifts against me. That’s when I grab her waist and hold her down as I start sucking her clit, pulling her with my lips and sliding my tongue up and down against her quickly.
“Suck me,” she begs, “hard…harder…I’m on the edge…I’m gonna come…I’m coming…I’m coming…” Her voice rises with each gasping plea she makes, and I push harder against her, trying to stimulate everything I can with my jaw and nose, nuzzling deep inside, sucking at her wetness until I feel her hands in my hair, pushing my face into her, her hips rising and falling against me until she screams with her orgasm.
“It ain’t just my hips that I know how to move,” I say slyly, wiping my face on a corner of her towel as she catches her breath, lying limp . I lie next to her, resting my hand on her stomach, and we watch each other for a bit before she reaches up and traces my cheek and jaw with her fingertips gently and then guides me into a deep kiss . I lose all track of time here with her, just kissing, feeling her fingers in my hair, along my neck and shoulders, skin against skin.
She slides out from my arms with her mouth traveling down to my chest, her tongue flicking at my nipples as they harden beneath her touch. Before she can get too far down my torso, she shifts and straddles me so her sweet round ass and pussy hovers over my face. Slowly she continues moving her mouth down my torso and pauses over the tattoos, the tip of her tongue tracing the Chinese characters. “What do they mean?” she asks, her lips touching my skin delicately as she speaks.
“Music and pleasure,” I say, slowly running my fingers along the inside of her thighs lazily, just barely brushing up against her pussy.
“Pleasure, indeed,” she mutters with a soft chuckle, and then I feel the tip of her tongue flick over the tip of my dick. She spreads my legs apart a bit with her fingers and gently cups my balls in her palm, taking my tip between her lips, and then she sucks on me, running her tongue over me to the point that I gasp and freeze in the sudden pleasure. “Suck gently,” she tells me, releasing me from her mouth but holding my erection, ready to take it again. She lowers herself down, and I do as she asks, taking her clit gently between my lips to begin sucking her juice.
She does the same, just accepting my tip into her mouth at first, but slowly, she opens to take me deeper, and I open my mouth to suck more of her. With each small acceptance of my cock, I reciprocate and take more of her, sliding my tongue along the slickness of her pussy. She releases me completely, though, and I stop for a moment before I feel her mouth opening around one of my balls, taking it into her mouth briefly before she releases it to slip the other one inside, rolling it around the warmth of her mouth with her tongue, and I’m paralyzed in the sheer sensation. She releases me again and slides her tongue between them, pressing the tip of her tongue in that sweet spot for what feels like an eternity as my world starts spinning in pleasure. She pulls back again, lowering herself further against me, reminding me that I’m supposed to be pleasing her, too, so I spread the folds of skin and slide my tongue inside of her firmly, pulling back out so that the tip of my tongue rubs over her clit.
Satisfied that I’m pleasing her again, she goes back to sucking me off, rolling her tongue along the underside of my tip, again rocking my world with what she can do with the tip of her tongue, but this time, instead of releasing her, I suck harder and press my tongue in several places quickly. Then she moans, with me inside her mouth, and the vibrations send shivers over my body. I do the same, just to see how she’ll react, and she lets me slide out of her mouth with the arching of her back, and she leans up, sitting more firmly on my face. “Do that again,” she says breathlessly, so I do and I can feel her muscles tense against my tongue sliding inside of her. “Fuck…” she mutters, and I feel her body tremble around me. Then I feel her hot, heavy breaths over my cock before she accepts me deep into her mouth to the back of her throat, and she moans in response, making my entire body vibrate with her.
It’s too much to take, and I react on instinct, thrusting my hips up against the back of her throat. She she lets me slide in and out of her warm, wet mouth with my quickening pace. My thrust brings her down against me, so I slide my tongue inside as firm and as far as I can reach. She straddles me further, trying to get more of me inside her. Instead, I reach up and rub my thumb along her clit, pinching it gently against my finger and she groans with me in her mouth again, completely sending me over the edge, and I explode in her mouth. As she sucks me off, I feel her come and keep sucking her until she pulls away and drops onto the mattress next to me, gasping and clinging to the sheets. “I think I see stars,” she laughs between gasps.
After a while, she lifts her head to rest on my thigh, and her hand lazily caresses my stomach. I reach out slowly and caress her lower back , and we just watch each other with contented smiles. “Good to know you spread your talent,” she finally says, “like, it’s not all just singing and dancing.”
“Music and pleasure,” I quip, lifting an eyebrow at her. She pokes each of my tattoos with a laugh and sits up then, draping her legs over my torso and resting her head down to her knees, looking down at me. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I tell her. “Music and pleasure, too.”
“Good to know.” She smiles, letting a hand drop down to rub against my thigh. I haven’t had this kind of sex in ages. I feel like every time she touches me, I get hard, and it’s happening again. “Don’t you have someplace you need to be?” she asks. “It’s 7:00.”
I exhale deeply, sinking into the mattress reluctantly. “Yeah, morning breakfast meeting.”
“You’d better go then, shouldn’t you?” She lifts her legs and releases me, dragging a finger across my belly before she gets up and heads back to the bathroom. Seconds later, I hear the water running again, and I sit up. Do I join her in the shower? Is that what she meant? But, by the time I ask myself that, it turns off and she comes back out, dripping again. “You’re going to be late,” she says, sitting on the chair across the room this time.
Do I ask if I’ll see her again? Is this it, now? Over? Do I ask her to do something like lunch? Or maybe dinner? Or do we keep it as is…just some fling? What are we doing? What exactly is this?
She busies herself getting dressed as I slip on my clothes and run my fingers through my hair so I don’t look too shameful when I head back upstairs. “I’ll, uh…” I start, but all she does is smile at me as she makes her way back to the bathroom…and closes the door. “Bye?” I say softly, letting myself out.
My hand covers my eyes, and it’s all I can do to keep them open. People are milling around, and we’re getting ready for a quick sound check, but I have no energy. “Hey, Kentucky.” I drop my hand to see Ashley standing just inside the doorway. “Hiya, Boys,” she greets everyone sweetly. “So, this is how the other half lives?” she teases. I can feel my pants get tighter just looking at her across the room, remembering the way my body shook when she had me in that delicate, red mouth.
Nick gets up and offers to give her a tour, and she laughs and teases him easily, barely looking at me at all. When she does, there’s hardly a flicker of recognition of what’s happened between us. “Break a leg, boys,” she says, breezing out of our sanctuary as easily as she breezed in. All I can do is blink at the doorway.
“Damn, it got hot in here,” AJ laughs, looking over at me. “Or Kevin’s hornier than a dog in heat.”
“She’d make anyone horny,” Nick answers with a laugh. “Those can’t be real boobs, can they?”
“They’re somethin’,” AJ comments, shaking his head. I don’t dare tell them they’re real. I don’t think I could. I don’t think I can swallow either…or breathe for that matter. Have I been hypnotized? Made into some kind of sex slave? A boy toy? Their comments move on to who else is hot on the tour, and I manage to excuse myself. I’m never going to get on stage if I don’t get rid of this throbbing between my legs.
I make my way down the corridor towards the men’s room, and she’s leaning against the wall, talking to one of our dancers just outside the door. Automatically, my face starts burning, and my erection grows more against my pants. She sees me, and a casual smile crosses her face, but she lifts her fingers to her mouth and slowly runs them over her lips. “Yeah, my lips are so chapped for some reason,” she tells the dancer as I come towards them. “Hey, Kentucky, you have any chapstick in that paradise?” she asks.
“Probably,” I answer, doing my best to sound casual and polite. “Go check if you want. I’m sure one of the fellas would know.”
I push open the men’s room door and thank God that no one else is in there as I slip into one of the stalls. This just isn’t happening! I drop my drawers and grab hold of my dick, stroking myself as I close my eyes to envision Ashley’s head down there. The hallway sounds get louder as the men’s room door opens and closes. Keep it quiet…just keep it quiet, Kev… I remind myself, unable to stop touching myself at this point.
“Need some help, Kentucky?” I hear from outside the stall. This is too much now! Too many people are around! But that doesn’t stop me from sliding the lock over to peer out of the stall. She’s standing right in front of me with her eyebrow raised knowingly. “You’d better let me in before someone finds us in a compromising situation.”
I open the stall door wide enough for her to slip through, and she turns to face me, looking down at my swollen cock appreciatively. She takes my hand and removes it for me, replacing it with hers and then looks directly up to my eyes as she starts stroking me. She takes my hand and slides it under her shirt, letting me feel her up and pinch her nipple as she builds the pleasure in my groin. Please, God, don’t let anyone walk in and find us! As my breathing come faster, she reaches up to kiss me, absorbing whatever sounds she can as she works me, and just as I’m about to come, she pulls her hand away and squats to finish me off with her mouth.
Just as she’s finishing, the men’s room door opens and I freeze in panic. She stifles a giggle and jumps up onto the toilet seat, crouching down so they can’t see two pairs of feet. “Turn around,” she whispers quietly. “You’re supposed to be facing the other way.”
I panic and do as I’m told , and she wraps her arms around my waist, reaching down to fondle my limp, spent dick. One minute earlier…one second earlier…what would have happened? “Think they heard us?” she whispers, and I turn to glare at her, trying to get her to keep quiet. I reach down to grab her away from my dick, and she rests her chin down on my shoulder, using her other hand instead. “What if they heard us?” she whispers again softly, more like mouthing the words than actually speaking, and her eyes twinkle with excitement.
Finally whoever it is leaves, and I turn around, backing away from her as far as I can in the small stall, pulling myself together. “That’s it,” I say firmly, but quietly. “I can’t take this kind of risk.”
“You like it,” she challenges me, getting down off the toilet and standing real close. “That’s the real problem, isn’t it, Kentucky?” She slides the lock over and slips out, and I just stand in the stall for a while, giving her plenty of time to get out of the vicinity…praying I don’t have to see her again.
That is part of the problem…I do like it.
Thankfully, our schedule picks up and I can avoid her, at least physically. Mentally, however, I’m screwed. I can’t seem to not think about her, the way she feels, tastes, touches me. And it’s gotten worse because I couldn’t find the same excitement or arousal with my wife when she met up with the tour. The only way I could get off was to close my eyes and think of what I’d done with Ashley. It’ll pass, though, right? It’s just the thrill, the excitement? Right? My life will go back to normal.
Or maybe that’s the problem…
