Music Festival Hookup

 

You wake up on Saturday of a holiday weekend and scroll on your phone looking for something to do. “Get up sleepy head.” Your sister Abby says as she bursts in and throws a T-shirt at you. “There’s an open-air concert today. Mandi, Hailey, and Misty are going. They’ll be here in a bit.”

Before you can answer, she is gone and getting ready. You get up, clean up, and get dressed. You put on a blue and white bikini. Everyone says it ‘matches your eyes’. Then you pull on a t-shirt and shorts. Checking your phone, you see the weather will be hot and sunny. Perfect for an outdoor concert. You then search for EDM events in the city. Nothing really pops up, so you widen the search, but don’t find anything for the kind of music you like. “Hey Sis, where’s this concert?”

She comes back with a blanket over her shoulder and a six-pack of water in her hand. “I dunno, Misty said she’s driving and it’ll be fun.”

Just then you hear a car horn honk. A Jeep with the top down pulls up, with Misty in the front seat, Hailey riding “shotgun”, and Mandy alone in the back. 

“Let’s go Ladies”. Hailey yells. You grab your beach bag, which has everything you think you’ll need for the day in it. Abby sees the cooler behind the bench seat and puts the water in it. There’s already bottles there but more is better than less. You place your bag next to the cooler, and Abby’s blanket on top. 

You climb in and buckle up. When Abby gets in, she says “Let’s go.”

The warm wind blows your long hair as you go on the highway. “Where are we going?” You ask loudly over the noise of the road.

Mandi shows you an image on her phone, “Holiday Free Concert in the Park — Dozens of bands in the 2-day event”

You grab your phone and try to find it. “I don’t see it anywhere near the City.” You say.

Mandi laughs, “No its out at…” she scrolls on her phone. “Farmville, Farmington…it’s something like that.”

Hailey and Misty laugh. “It’s a good thing we know where we’re going. Relax, we’ll be there a little after things start.” 

You pull your hair into a ponytail with a scrunchy and lean your head back on the seat. The sun and wind feel great.

Soon Misty takes an exit leading to a small town. You see banners saying “Summer Weekend Concert ”. She parks the jeep and you all get out. Abby grabs the blanket and you take your bag. Misty and Hailey carry the cooler.

Its still early and the first band is onstage. It’s a classic rock band playing oldies to get the small crowd excited. Between the drums, electric guitars, and bass, the air just vibrates. You can’t believe how this feels in the morning air.

Abby finds a shady spot and lays out the blanket. You set everything down in the shade. It’s a little bit back away from the stage but you all agree that you’ll rotate who stays with the stuff and who goes up to the stage to have fun. It also will allow whoever needs, can come back and relax in the shade.

You don’t recognize the band but they are doing a great job of playing cover songs. You move closer to the stage and dance with the rest of the crowd. Songs change from hard rocking to power ballads. You move and dance along with the music. You feel energized and alive.

The lead guitarist is a good-looking woman, but the bass player really catches your eye. Black leather pants, tight t-shirt and muscular arms that make powerful notes thunder from his bass. As you dance, bodies move against yours. The mid-morning air, the music, and the warmth of the other dancers just feel so good. Your skin is electric and your nerves are buzzing.

The singer tells the crowd that they only have a couple more songs, and then the next band will take the stage. You don’t know what’s next because you haven’t seen a schedule. The next song is a slow power ballad. You really wish you had a date to dance with. You know you came for the music, but listening to this song, you just want to hold a guy close. Instead of grabbing some random guy, you decide to take a break, have some water, and cool down in the shade.

Abby asks where you are going, as she slow-dances with Hailey. You tell them that you are getting some water and taking a break.

Misty is sitting in the shade, guarding the cooler. “Want to relax?” she asks you as you pull out a cold, water bottle. You nod as you take a sip. The water feels so good going down. You didn’t realize how warm you got out there.

Sitting on the blanket, you stretch out your legs. Misty stands up “Will you watch things for a bit?”

“Of course. Go and have fun.” You tell her.

You notice that your skin is starting to burn a bit, so you pull some lotion from your bag and rub it on your legs and arms.

A couple of guys walk near, carrying a blanket and tote bag. One of them looks to you. “Do you mind if we set up here?”

You shake your head. “Go ahead, there’s plenty of room.”

One of them is wearing ‘board shorts’ and a loose shirt from one of the local colleges and his buddy is wearing a pair of cut-offs and a band T-shirt.

You notice the music stops. Glancing to the stage you see the classic rock band leaving. They are followed by a group wearing jeans, western shirts, and cowboy hats. They start playing some old school country music. Abby, and Hailey come back to the blanket. You think you see Misty and Mandi still dancing.

As your friends get some water, you toss Abby the tube of sunblock. “Hey Sis, you don’t want to burn.”

Your friends are wiping the sweat off of themselves with some of the baby wipes you packed. “It’s getting warm out there.” Hailey comments.

You notice that the guys near you are checking you and your friends out.

As Abby applies lotion to her skin, the guy in board shorts, pulls lotion bottle from their bag. He slowly rubs it into his deeply tanned skin. He tosses the bottle to his buddy. You hear the wet ‘fffftt’ sound as he tries to get lotion from the now empty bottle.

You giggle at the noise, and he says “It’s from the bottle, not me.”

You smile at him. “Do you need some?”

“If you can spare it.” He responds. You nod at Abby to toss them the tube of lotion when she is done.

You notice his tattoos as he rubs the sunscreen on his skin. The tattoos are a variety of animals, symbols, and colors.

As he turns you notice his t-shirt says “SKRILLEX”. He comes closer and hands you the tube of sunscreen. “Thanks.” He says as he smiles at you.

Hailey and Abby point out food trucks have pulled into the parking lot. “I’m going to see what they have.” Hailey says.

Abby says “Mmmm I’m a little hungry.” She turns to you. “Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. Why don’t you check them out. I’ll get something in a bit.”

They leave once again so it is just you on the blanket.

“Thanks for the sunscreen. By the way, my name’s Scott.” says the guy in the Skrillex tee. He notices the tattoos on your arms. “Cool ink.” he says. He then nods to the crowd, “My buddy Zack convinced me to come. I like live music, but I haven’t heard anything I really like yet.”

“What kind do you like?” You ask, genuinely curious.

He points to the band on his chest. “I really like EDM. I saw SKRILLEX when he was in town. How about you?” He asks as he moves a little closer, still lying on his blanket.

The country music band leaves the stage and a Jazz trio sets up. The Jazz drummer is playing a hard, fast, rhythm that you feel in the ground and the air vibrates with wailing sax.

Scott ignores the music and is focused on listening to you. “What music do you like?” he asks again. Looking deeply into your eyes. His brown eyes look so inviting as he listens to you.

“Subtronics is my fav.” You tell him.

“Maybe we’ll both luck out and someone will play some EDM.” He replies.

The two of you talk for a bit. He tells you about the various EDM acts he’s seen live. He shows you a couple of tattoos he added after the shows.

“I love that you put so many on with intention. What’s the story behind your favorite?” you ask.

Your friends come back with a variety of foods. Burritos, sandwiches, and chicken wings. “There’s lots to choose from at the food trucks.”

Scott stands up. “That smells good. Maybe I should get something. Can you watch our stuff?”

Abby agrees to it, as you stand up. “I’m hungry too.”

Both you and Scott head to the food trucks. He talks more about his tattoos. “Yeah, Everything I put on for reason.” He points to a tiger. “This was for my ex-girlfriend.” He then points to a stylized university mascot on the other arm.

You get to the food trucks. “What are you hungry for? I could really go for a spicy taco.” he comments.

“Mmmm, look at that hot thick sausage.” you respond while pointing to the picture of a sausage sandwich on the side of a truck.

Scott gets three freshly made soft tacos, with lots of cheese and lettuce. You go for the Italian on a bun.

“You really like a thick sausage.” Scott jokes. “By the way, you and your friends look like models.”

You give him a sly smile. “We make internet content. You might have seen us. What do you do?”

He uses the tip of his tongue to lick the cheese and lettuce from the top of the meat, between the soft tortilla folds, then swallows and says. “Post-grad work at College.”

You want to make a comment about his tongue use, but decide against it, for now. You instead slide the sausage into your mouth, then slide most of it out before you bite the tip off.

“Yes, you like thick sausages.” He mutters before he licks the meat suggestively from his first taco.

You get back to the blankets and take a sip of your water. “That’s what I forgot to get, something to drink.” Scott says.

You reach into the cooler and get him a water bottle. “All we have is water but you can have one.”

“Thanks.” He says as he opens and drinks from it.

The Jazz band leaves the stage and a guy with a guitar sits on a stool. Misty and Mandi come back. Zack is with them. He apparently knows a bit about Jazz and Mandi is listening.

Scott looks at them, “I swear I’ve seen them online.”

You comment. “Probably on TikTok, Instagram, or Facebook. We post all the time.”

As you finish eating your sausage, you notice that the crowd around the stage has changed. Where there had been dancers are now older people and kids. The singer is doing a mixture of old folk songs and kids tunes.

You and Scott finish eating and talk. He tells you why the tiger tattoo represents his ex-girlfriend. You tell him about your lotus flower on your shoulder.

A few minutes later, you both see large roller boxes on the stage behind the singer. As he finishes up, the boxes are unpacked and a couple of turntables are hooked up. A rack of large speakers flank the turntables.

“This looks promising.” Scott says.

The DJ starts a strangely familiar electronic tempo. A voice comes through the speakers. “The Grid… A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they moved through the computer….What did they look like? Ships? Motorcycles? Were the circuits like freeways? I kept dreaming of a world I thought I’d never see….. And then,… one day…I got in.” It’s the intro lines from “Tron: Legacy” done by Daft Punk. The crowd changes from older people and children back to younger adults. The DJ then transitions to a variety of songs by various groups. Swedish House Mafia, Hardwell, The Prodigy, and deadmau5. You feel the electronic bass thump against your skin and you pull off your t-shirt. You notice a few other women also only wearing bikini tops.

Scott moves and grooves next to you. He looks and feels good too.

The DJ transitions to a Skrillex song. Scott shouts for joy. You are both moving with each other. So hot. So electric. So good.

You both are sweating by the end of the last song. Scott and you head back to the shade for some more water.

“That was amazing.” You say.

“Yeah.” Scott says as he lies on the blanket. As the DJ packs up, a rock and roll band sets up. They take a few minutes to tune up then start playing some hard rock from the ‘70’s. They play well and sound really good. You lie on the blanket, close your eyes, and feel the music through the ground.

You feel Scott lying next to you. He moved his blanket right next to yours. “I really like you.” He says. “Do you want to find a quiet place to be alone?” 

You open your eyes and look around. Zack has already gone back near the stage, along with Abby, Mandi, and Hailey. Misty is relaxing on the blanket again. Scott gets up, holds out his hand for you. As you stand up he picks up his blanket. He asks “Can you watch our bag again?” Misty nods, and gives you a knowing wink. You smile, raise your eyebrows, and take Scott’s hand.

You find a spot where there seems to be plenty of cover. You still hear the rock and roll band playing hard rocking songs. This time it’s something from the ‘80’s. Scott lays the blanket out. He then kisses you. You feel his warm lips against yours. You taste a little of that spicy taco flavor still on him.

His hands caress your shoulders as you reach under his damp t-shirt and feel his firm muscles. He pulls off his t-shirt and you more clearly see his tattoos. You feel his fingers untying your bikini top and it falls down. He stops kissing and looks down. “I love that ink on your chest.” He then bends forward and softly licks the pattern between your breasts. The slow moving feeling of his wet tongue on your skin makes you tingle.

You reach down and feel the outline of his hardening shaft. His hands cup your breasts as he continues to lick around your nipples. The tree shaded air is cooler than you expected. Between his warm mouth and the cool air, your nipples harden. You unfasten his shorts and pull out his cock. It feels nice and thick, like the sausage you had for lunch.

As he licks and sucks your nipples, your pussy is getting so wet. “Let me lie down, so you can lick my pussy.” you tell him as you keep stroking his shaft.

You let go of him, and pull of your shorts and bikini bottom. “Mmmm so nicely trimmed.” he says when he sees your pretty pussy.

Lying on the blanket, you spread your legs and raise your knees. He gets down, puts your legs on his shoulders and grabs your hips. You feel the soft beard and mustache rub against your thighs as he kisses and lick his way to your damp pussy.

You feel the tip of his tongue slowly lick around and between your sensitive lips. The same movements you saw him doing to the taco, he does to you. Slowly he licks up, around, between, and in. It feels so good. 

He thrusts all the way into you, and his mustache rubs your clit. I very different sensation than what you expected. Back and forth he rubs it. You feel tingles build and move through you. “Oh God, that’s good.” you say louder than you expected. You place one hand over your mouth, and the other on his head.

You feel his mouth move up and cover your clit. He licks and sucks it. Pleasure rolls though you, as you feel vibrations of the music through the ground. “I…want.. you…in me..” you say as you cover your mouth. You bite your knuckle as you cum again.

He stops licking and sucking. Moving your legs, he crawls up your body. He kisses you again. This time you taste your pussy as you feel the tip of his cock rubbing between your ready lips.

As he slides into you, his chest rubs against yours. Both of you are already slick with sweat. It feels so good with him inside of you. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. Your pussy pulses around his hard cock.

“You are really enjoying yourself.” He whispers in your ear. “Where should I finish?”

“I want to taste you.” you quietly respond.

He nods, pulls out, and rolls onto his back. You move over top of him, straddling his face. His cock is wet with your juices. Grabbing it, you lick around the tip and then take it into your mouth. He starts to moan but quickly you feel him moaning against your pussy. Removing it from your mouth, you stroke it and say “That’s it lick me again. Lick my pussy. Lick my ass.” You stroke and suck him as you feel his tongue move from your pussy to your ass and back.

The tip of his tongue slides into your tightest hole. You stroke him faster. “You’re good.” you say. You stroke him harder keeping your open mouth right above it, as you feel him spread your cheeks wider and thrust deeper. You cum once more at the same time he thrusts up against your hand. He shoots his hot spume into your open mouth. His briny flavor isn’t bad. Sort of what you expected. You suck and lick him clean as he licks you clean too.

You climb off of him and get dressed. “We should get back.” you say. 

He pulls on his clothes and nods. “Yeah, before Zack notices I’m gone or leaves without me.”

Picking up the blanket, you guys walk back to the concert. Misty sees you. “Is everything good?”

“Better than I expected.” you respond with a wink. 

Your sister and friends come back from the stage. “This is the last band for the day. I say we go. If you want, we can come back tomorrow.”

You look at Scott. “We’re heading out. I had fun. I hope to see you again.”

He takes his phone from his bag, “Can i get your number?” 

You grab yours “Here’s my ChatApp.” He copies the link and sends you a text. You kiss him and leave.

Mandi leans close to you as you are walking to the Jeep, “Did he recognize you from your Cam site?” 

You shake your head and smile. “I don’t think so. If he tells his buddies we hooked up, no one will believe him.” You laugh, and enjoy the ride home.

The Musician - Part 2

 

(Continued from Part 1)

“What the hell am I doing?” you ask yourself. “He is good looking, and interested, but am I really thinking about sex with a rock and roll drummer? Maybe after they finish, I’ll be tired or change my mind.”

You take your drink and head back to the table.

All during the night there was a guy who, during every new song, would yell “Free Bird”.

After Pat turns off the recorded music, they do a quick systems check on everyone, and then Jimmy goes to his microphone. “Welcome back everyone. To kick off our second set, this one is for you, guy yelling from the back."

Jimmy and Pat start in with a very familiar chord. The crowd breaks into screams and applause as you watch Stan hit the drums hard as they begin “Free Bird”

Then you hear Stan’s voice start off

“If I leave here tomorrow….would you still remember me….” 

A shiver runs down you as he sings it.  I almost sounds like he is singing directly to you. You are filled with a desire to just hug him tightly. You take a gulp of your drink.

“It is all my imagination.  Just enjoy the show.” You tell yourself.

When the guitar solo kicks in, there are people in the audience pumping their fists in the air. A few have pulled out their lighters and are holding them up. Others are just bouncing their heads back and forth in time with the music. Shonda’s bass playing adds to Jimmy’s guitar in just the right way.

When it ends, your heart is beating fast. You scream and clap loudly with everyone else.

“Thank you everyone.  Now that we got your heart’s racing, I am going to slow things back down a bit.” Jimmy says as he switches from his electric guitar to his acoustic.

He strums a very classic wester rhythm and all of them sing “Ventura Highway” together. You notice that Stan switched from drumsticks to brushes.  It all sounds so good. The words don’t make sense, but who cares. It all feels right.

Your glass is empty again.  You go to the bar and get a water with lime.  Maybe alcohol and caffeine aren’t the answer tonight. 

Jimmy switches back to his electric guitar and does another slow strumming rhythm.

Shonda steps up to her microphone. “Baby I get so scared inside and I don’t really understand….” You know the original was a duet between Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne, and it makes sense for Shonda to sing the Lita part, but it surprises you when you hear Pat answer. “Heaven is in the palm of my hand and it is waiting here for you….” You hadn’t imagined “Close My Eyes Forever” as a duet between two women, but you can feel the electricity between them.  It is so erotic.

You look over to Stan. He has his drum sticks again and he is beating out a steady rhythm for them, as Jimmy gives an excellent guitar solo. Shonda puts in so much emotion into the words, you wonder who she is really singing to.

After the applause and cheers, you see Stan get up, with a harmonica in hand and move to the center stage.  “Jimmy, let me see if I can pick up the tempo a bit.”

They all nod to each other.  Pat is turning on something and making a few quick adjustments. Shonda has her bass ready and starts slowly strumming. Stan makes a weird sound from his harmonica, almost more like horn.

“I’ve been in a cave… for forty days…. With only a spark… to light my way…I want to get out… I want to give in…This is our time…This is our Sin….but I still believe…. I still believe…through the pain… through the grief….through the lies…..through the storm…through the cries…. Through wars….Oh I still believe!”

Then he blow his harmonica again in a way that sounds so good and so right.  The song “I Still Believe” is vaguely familiar, but not a top 40 hit.  You see Jimmy and Shonda clapping with the drum machine at times.  Soon the whole crowd is clapping along as Stan blows his harmonica with so much passion.

When Stan gets to the line in the song “So People like Us…. In places like this… We need all the hope….we can get….Ohhhh I still BeLieve!”

You swear he is looking directly at you.  Between his voice and looks, you are getting excited and a little damp. 

Stan moves back to the drums again as Pat makes another quick change to her keyboard. It is the piano sound again.  As you hear an almost bluesy tune begin.

Stan, Jimmy, and Shonda are all snapping their fingers in time as Pat sings “Why can’t I lay low….Why can’t I say what I mean…Why don’t I stay home…”

You hadn’t imagined a woman singing lead on “Big Man on Mulberry Street”.

But it works. Stan is playing drums again with the brushes, but at one point he picks up a harmonica and adds the perfect sound to such a bluesy tune. The only thing they are missing is about three or four more guys with horns.  But they’re a rock and roll band and not a jazz band. Damn they are talented.

As it ends. Jimmy yells “Everyone show Pat just how much you loved that.”

Everyone in the bar applauds and cheers, as Pat steps from behind her keyboard and bows.   Jimmy grabs his acoustic guitar and Shonda sits with the steel guitar on her lap.

“Here is a song for everyone out there who is with someone or wants to be with someone….” He says as he starts in a country western tempo.

“I really do….appreciate… the fact your….sitting here…your voice sounds so wonderful…but your face don’t look to clear…Bar..Maid….Bring a pitcher…..another round of brews….” The whole bar shouts the line “Why don’t we get drunk and screw!”    

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.  I knew you guys knew this one.” He says and then continues the song.  You are smiling and singing along too.

The rest of the set continues like that.  They do a version of “Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad”, “I Knew You Were Trouble”, “Hook” where Stan’s was centerstage with his harmonica again.  “Thunder Road”, an almost bluesy version of “Time of the Season”

Pat was lead vocals on that one, but during the echoed line when the other members of the band sing “What’s your name…. Who’s your daddy?” You hear Stan clearly.

You take a sip of your drink then slowly exhale.  You really do want to meet up with him after the show.

After “Time of the Season” they do “Everybody Knows”. Stan’s drumming echoes though the club, under Jimmy’s vocals. When Jimmy sings “Everyone knows that you’ve been faithful….give or take a night or two…” he is looking at you.

Or at least you think so.

When it ends, Jimmy announces “You have been a wonderful audience, tonight.  We are going to close it out with an old song from America “Sister Golden Hair”.  So, tip your waitstaff, be careful going home, and enjoy your night.”

He takes his acoustic guitar and starts strumming.  Pat answers with her keyboard, as Shonda and Stan keep a steady beat.  You hear Stan singing, “Well I tried to make it Sunday…. But I got so damned depressed….That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed…I ain’t ready for the altar… but I do agree there’s times…. When a woman sure can be a friend of mine….”

As he keeps singing, it seems again as if it’s directly to you.  You take your glass to the bar, and close out your tab for the night. 

“Will you love me just a little… Just enough to show you can…” you hear so clearly.

You know it’s just the lyrics of the song, but God knows that feels like it is directly at you.  As the song ends, you head out, with your car keys in your hand.

You can drive home or to the hotel.  You feel a buzz like you have been drinking hard all night. You pick the hotel. While you are there, you can always change your mind.  It is a major chain hotel, one that you have a loyalty card for too.

Looking around the empty lobby, you see a couple of soft lounge chairs and a couch.

“Can I help you with something?” asks a smiling man in a vest with a name tag.

“I am here to see someone. He and his friends were just finishing up, and I got here before them.” You answer.

He slowly nods and smiles wider, “You can take a seat over there, or you can wait in the lounge.  When your friend shows up, I can send him there.”

After thinking it over for a minute, you say, “Sure, his name is Stan, and I forget his last name. He is the drummer with “Brain Fog Lighthouse.”

He nods and smiles again. “When they return, I will tell them you are waiting in the bar.”

“Thanks.” And you follow the sign pointing to “Lounge”.

It is the typical hotel bar, with a scattering of tables and a short bar top with a little less than a dozen stools.  It is mostly empty, except for a couple of older guys, sipping drinks and watching the large screen TV.  You grab an empty table near the entrance with a view of the parking lot.  You glance at your watch, then look to the window.

“What can I get you?” ask the bartender who walked over to you.

“Just a cola.” You say almost absentmindedly.

“Be right back.”

You keep looking to the parking lot. You still feel a rush of anticipation. 

“They don’t have roadies, so they have to pack up their equipment, load it into their vehicle, and then drive here.  I don’t even know what they are driving. I doubt it’s a bus with “Brain Fog Lighthouse” on the side.    

“Do you want to pay or charge it to your room?” he asks as he sets down your drink.

You open your wallet and hand him cash.

“It will just be this one. Keep the change.” You tell him.  You sip it as he heads back behind the bar.  “If he doesn’t show up before I finish this, I’ll just go home. If I go home, I am definitely using a toy on myself.” You think, still tingling.

After a few minutes, you see a big RV pull into the parking lot. You watch Jimmy, Shonda, and Pat climb out the side. Then you see Stan get out of the driver’s seat.

Your heart is beating faster. “Damn. This is just a hookup.  Maybe not even that.” You think.

After a couple more minutes you see Stan in the entrance looking around, then straight at you.  He is smiling broadly as he walks up.

“I thought you might have changed your mind.  We can sit here and talk if you want, or go up to my suite.” He says.

“You have a suite? I thought you were a poor musician.” You respond with a smile.

“With the way we travel, we get enough points, we can each get a suite almost every town.”

“You stay at the same hotels?” you ask as you finish your drink.

“We do when we can. Being a Platinum Level guest has a lot of perks.” He says as he extends his hand when you stand up. You place the empty glass on the bar, before you hook your arms in Stan’s.

When he opens the door, you are a little surprised. It is a suite.

A living room area and kitchenette, and you see another room with a bed.

“Do you want to sit and talk?  I can pour you something to drink?” he says as he strips off his sweaty shirts.

His back and shoulders are well muscled, from years of drumming.  You wolf whistle at his bare torso as you sit on the couch.  “You don’t need to put a shirt on, unless you feel cold.” You say.   He turns and you see curly hair on his chest and his hard nipples. “You might be cold.” You say laughing. You really like how he looks, and you want him.

He grabs a towel from the bathroom and wipes his skin.  “The stage lights are hot and compared to that, the room is cold.”

You look down at his crotch, “Hopefully not too cold.” you say still laughing.

“Give me a second.” He steps into the bathroom, and you hear running water.

After a few minutes he goes to the bedroom and then comes back pulling on a black t-shirt.

“You don’t have to dress for me.” You say, patting the spot on the couch next to you.

“I thought you wanted to talk. If you just want sex, we can move to the bedroom.” He says in an exaggerated comedic tone, turning to the bedroom.

“Oh, just sit down next to me.  Tell me who you are, Stan.”

“I will, if you tell me about you. Do you often pick up stray drummers?”

You laugh at that, “No you are my first. Drummer, that is.”

He sits down and slowly plays with your hair. You both talk about your histories in general.  He talks about his time as a commercial session musician, the same as his band mates. You talk about your job, your ex, and how much you enjoy going to the café every week to hear live music.

As you have been talking, you both have been moving closer to each other.

“So have you been with others since your ex?” He asks as he slowly moves his fingers down your arm, and you feel that tingle of excitement.

“Have you been with a lot of women on the road?” you respond.

He shakes his head.  “No. That’s why I was glad to see you at the bar.  You aren’t one of the chippies that used to show up at the stage door of the bigger bands we used to open for. No, you look like a woman who knows what she wants.”

He says as he leans in closer. You lean in and kiss him.  His warm lips feel good against yours.

A moment later you feel his tongue parting your lips and moving around. Back and forth, deeper and then shallow. Then out of your mouth.

“Wow.  You know how to use your tongue.” you say on a surprised tone.

“Shall I really show you? Do you want to stay on the couch or move to the bed?”

You stand up, and grab his hand. “Let’s see this bed of yours.”

Walking into the bedroom, he strips off his t-shirt and his jeans, as you pull off your top and slacks.  Normally you want to do this slowly, but for some reason tonight, you want to get naked and feel his body next to yours.

You feel his fingers unclasping your bra, as he stands behind you and kisses your neck. His lips are warm on your skin as he kisses you and slowly caresses your breasts. His fingers feel strong as they rub and pinch your hardening nipples.

You reach behind and grip his hardening dick, stroking him as he continues standing behind you. “Can we lie down on the bed?” you ask.

He turns you and then has you lie on your back, pulling off your panties, and spreading your legs.  You feel his strong hands on your thighs as he softly kisses the inside of your right thigh. Its soft but different. He does a quick little lick with the tip of his tongue. 

You feel him moving closer to your pussy.  The anticipation already has you damp as you feel him getting closer.  “You have a very pretty pussy.” He says and you feel his tongue slowly move up and down. He then spreads your legs wider and tilts his head.

You feel his mouth cover your pussy lips as his tongue moves back and forth quickly. Sometimes on your lips and sometimes between them. It feels so good you try to close your legs on him but he presses against them to keep them wide. 

Your pussy is tingling like you are hooked up to a vibrator. 

Then he moves up to your clit. His mouth is warm and wet and then you feel the firm suction.  As he sucks, the tip of his tongue moves around it.

You are breathing harder, as you grab a hand full of bedspread with one hand and grab his head with the other.  It is almost too fast and too intense. You feel the pleasure move through you as your thighs and hands try to clench as you cum.

He stops sucking and then slowly licks your pussy lips. “Mmmmm. Did you enjoy that?” He asks still between your legs.

“Damn, you are good with your mouth.” You say, trying to slow your breathing.

“Years of harmonica will do that. Now that you had your first orgasm of the night, we can take our time if you want.”  He says as he gets on the bed and lies next to you.

“Don’t you want to cum now, too?” you ask as you grip and stroke his hard cock.

He kisses you and caresses your left breast.  “I wanted to help diffuse the post-concert excitement.  For me, concentrating on giving pleasure does it.”

He moves from your mouth to your hard nipples.  Once again, he demonstrates the skill of his mouth, but you also feel the thick fingers of his hand between your legs and rubbing your pussy.  Two fingers slide into you as he firmly sucks your right nipple.

“God, you are good. But lie back and let me have you for a minute.” You tell him.

He slowly withdraws and lies back.  His hard cock resting on his stomach.

You move down, grab it again, then slowly lick the tip. You have wanted to taste him all night.

It isn’t the biggest or longest you have had but it’s nice and as you suck on it, it feels good in your mouth. You grip the base of his shaft as you take it deeper into your mouth, feeling it press down your tongue and rub the roof of your mouth.

The tip pushes against the back of your mouth as you open and let saliva coat his hard dick. Your hand strokes it faster as you suck him harder again.

“You are pretty good with your mouth too.” He says as he grunts in pleasure.

He feels so hard and slick in your mouth, but you want him inside of you. You stop sucking and look at him.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me now.” You say.

“I will but let me do one thing first.” He says as you release him.

He moves off the bed and goes to his suitcase to pull out a box of condoms. Taking one out of the package, he rolls it down his still hard shaft. “I always wear protection while I’m on the road.” He says as comes back.

He crawls onto the bed and kisses your mouth.  “How do you want to do this?” he asks.

“Let’s start missionary and see where we go from there.” You say, as you lie on your back and spread your legs. He rubs the tip of his rubber clad cock, along your wet pussy lips to help lubricate it, before he slowly works it into you. 

You like the thickness of him as he goes deeper with each thrust of his hips.

Looking directly into his eyes you wrap your legs around him. “Yes, go deeper.” You feel it going in and out, faster, a bit harder, and as deep as he can go. His chest is rubbing against your nipples as he humps you faster and harder.

It feels good, but you think doggie might feel better. “Let’s change it up.” You say and roll over after he pulls out. You get on your hands and knees, with your ass high in the air. 

His hands grip your hips and spread your ass cheeks as he thrusts into your hot wet cunt again.  “That’s it. Fuck me harder.” You gasp.

It feels so good you bounce back and forth against him.

You both are sweating now.  It feels good, and you reach down and rub your clit.

“Spank my ass.” You tell him, as you are breathing hard again.

The sharp crack of his hand on your right ass cheek puts a shiver through your body as you finger your clit faster.  “Cum with me.” You command.

He is breathing harder and sweating as he thrusts hard and holds you tightly.

You feel your own pleasure building again as you rub harder.

Your pussy pulses around his throbbing cock as you both cum. Both of you are sweating as he slowly pulls from you.  He gets up, pulls the condom off and drops it into the trash.

“Do you want to grab a quick shower?” he asks as he grabs a towel.

You get off the bed and join him.  The hotel has a good shower head and the water is nice and hot.  You both soap up and rinse each other. 

He turns off the water and hands you a towel. “Do you want me to dry you?” he offers.

“No.” you say as you dry yourself, “I need to go home. This was great, and no one would believe that I slept with a rock and roll drummer.”

“It doesn’t need to be a one-time thing.” He says as he dries himself too.

You drop the wet towel on the bathroom floor and get dressed.

“Do you want my phone number?” he asks as he slides a pair of shorts on.

You think about it for a moment. “Sure.” And add his number to your phone, as he does the same with yours. 

“Maybe if we have time, we can have breakfast or dinner the next time I’m in town.”

You walk up, hug him, and kiss him in the cheek. “I would like that.”

Right as you get to door, he yells, “Wait a second. I think I still have one.”

You stop. He tosses a rolled-up t-shirt to you.  “We made a few of these during our last tour. They weren’t really big sellers, so now we only sell them on our merch store online.”  You unroll it and it is the same logo as his drum kit.

“Thanks, I love it. If you don’t leave too early in the morning, call me for breakfast.”

“Will do. Be safe.”

You get into your car, and look at the t-shirt, smiling to yourself.  “That’s one way to get a free t-shirt”

(I hope you enjoyed that story.  If you take all of the songs, you can make an interesting playlist. If you liked this, leave a comment, follow, and subscribe.  See you next week.)

The Musician - Part 1

 

There is a local bar that you enjoy.

During the day it is a cafe, with good food, and makes good coffee, but at night it also serves local beers and mixed drinks.

But the reason you like it, is that on Fridays and Saturdays, there is live music.

Most of the time it’s local bands but sometimes there are new groups on their way up or older performers who enjoy playing the coffee house circuit.

Tonight, you walk in and look to the stage.

You see a quartet setting up. A drummer, guitarist, keyboardist, and bass player.

This looks hopeful because you enjoy live rock music.

The drummer and guitarist are both guys, and the bass player and keyboardist are women.  Everyone is wearing a loose button up shirt that is unbuttoned with a t-shirt or a tube top underneath.  A very ‘90’s grunge look, but the instruments are what keeps catching your eye.  The front of the bass drum has a painting of a light house with clouds around it, and you see the drummer lay out a bandolier of harmonicas on a small table. 

The keyboardist is setting up a double rack, one over the other, and then plugs in a mixer, a laptop and other electronics you don’t recognize. She has her hair in a ponytail as she checks the cables and connections. 

The bass player is unpacking and setting up both an electric bass and a steel guitar. She plugs in each one and does a quick tune and sound check.  She stands tuning the bass, then you are a little surprised when she sets it down, sits, and places the shiny steel guitar on her lap, skillfully playing a quick tune, with the house lights reflecting on her dark skin. 

Wearing a denim vest over a colored t-shirt, the lead guitarist sets up an electric guitar and an acoustic one.  He does a quick tune up and sound check with his too. As you watch, you don’t know which looks more natural on him, the brightly colored electric guitar or his light tan acoustic as he, one at a time, tunes and puts the strap around his shoulder. With each one he walks around the stage and quickly plays a tune. 

None of the members are playing the same tune as they check their instruments.

On a small table at the side of the stage, they put out a few CDs and a sign with prices and payment methods. One of the last things they place on the edge of the stage is a laminated sign that has their electronic payment codes for tips, and in larger letters you read “Brain Fog Lighthouse.”

This could be a very interesting night. 

You get a table not too far from the stage but not too close to the speakers. 

The waiter comes by, “What will you have tonight? A beer, a mixed drink, or an herbal tea?”

You smile at him.  “You remembered my herbal tea order? That was weeks ago.  I feel like something classic tonight. Give me a Cuba Libre.”

“Very good, one rum and coke. Did you want something to eat tonight?”

“Not yet. Maybe later.” You say. He heads over to the bar to get your drink.

You chuckle to yourself, when you think about having an herbal tea.  Last month, when a guy with a full-sized Irish Harp was on stage, drinking anything other than herbal tea just felt wrong that night.

The waiter brings your rum and coke.  You take a sip.  The Caribbean rum mixed with cola and a twist of lime smoothly goes down.  Later, you might have to have some chips or something to go with it. 

At that point the house lights dim, and the stage lights brighten. 

“We are the “Brain Fog Lighthouse”, A one, a two, a 1, 2, 3, 4.”

He takes and strikes the opening chords to the “The Boys are Back in Town.”

They do a good version.  A few people are singing along, as others are moving rhythmically in their seats and drinking.

At the end of the song, he says “All Right! As I said, we are the Brain Fog Lighthouse, I am Jimmy, on guitar,” He points to his right, “On Bass, and Dobro, we have Shonda,”

She steps up and bows.

“On Keyboards we have Pat,” and the thin woman standing at the rack of keyboards waves to the crowed. 

“And on Drums, we have Stan.” The shaggy haired drummer does a quick roll of the drums ending with a cymbal crash.

You sip your drink again.  “The drummer is cute.” You think to yourself.  Actually no one in the band is bad looking. Before you complete that thought, Jimmy says “Let’s keep things going….”  Stan beats out a rhythm and the guitar joins in.

From behind her keyboards, you hear Pat sing “Been a long time since I Rock & Rolled…”

People in the bar scream at the sound of “Rock and Roll.” More of the patrons are singing along. With Pat doing the lead vocals on that one, it sounds good.

They transition from that one to “Crazy on You” with Pat still on lead vocals while Jimmy and Shonda duel it out guitar versus bass.

The energy in the bar is growing as the band is encouraging folks to sing along.

Watching them onstage, you think about each member.

Jimmy has that “classically rugged” look to his face. He looks like he belongs on a truck commercial or on a horse.

As Shonda moves on stage, her hips sway sexily in her form fitting jeans and her breasts bounce in her white tube top. If you were into women, you might have a good time.

You have similar thoughts about Pat as she stands by her keyboards and moves her slender body back and forth.

No, it’s Stan who draws your attention.  His strong arms move so fast on some songs and slower and steady on others. 

When the band starts singing “You’ve Got to Fight For Your Right to Party” you are singing along too.

Your Cuba Libre is empty and you order another one.

As that one ends, Jimmy does the intro for the next song.  “This is one that Shonda loves doing. Girl, take it away.”

Her bass thumps a very familiar rhythm as the you hear the opening strains to “Under Pressure” Jimmy is snapping his fingers as his guitar hangs down.  Shonda takes the lead vocals on this one, with Pat doing the higher backups. The mix of their voices sounds different than what you expected, but it’s really good. When Jimmy grabs his guitar again, it fills the café with music in just the right way 

“Damn they are good. The voices aren’t perfect, but they know how to play.”

As the closing strains of “Under Pressure” ends, Jimmy plays a few power cords as he goes straight into “Young Lust”. Stan is singing from behind his drums on this one. 

When he sings “Oooooo…..I need a dirty woman…Ooooooo…… I need a dirty girl.” You swear he is looking right at you.  With the stage lights, you know that he can’t see anyone in the bar, but the thought makes you tingle.

“I might switch to drinking just cokes after this one.” You think to yourself.

When that one ends, Jimmy asks the band, and the crowd, “What are we looking for?”

Pat, Shonda, and Stan in a mix of voices, acapella answer “Can anybody... find me…some body to…..” and the crowd answers “Love”.

Pat switched the keyboard so that it sounds like a piano and she expertly plays the keys, and once again takes the Lead vocals. The others do the supporting vocals for “Somebody to Love.”  They definitely aren’t Freddie Mercury and Queen, but it is a fun version and perfect for a club where folks are drinking and singing along.

You too are singing along, “find me somebody to love….”

As her clear voice echoes from the speakers at the end of the song, everyone is standing, cheering and clapping.

“Yeah, Give it up for Pat.” Jimmy yells encouragingly.

She steps a little forward and makes a quick bow, her dark ponytail swinging behind her. Then she hits a few settings on her keyboards and starts a deeper rhythmic chord.  Shonda takes her bass and joins in with her microphone right before her dark full lips. “Mamamamaaaa…..Mamamamaaaa…. “ as she starts the opening lines of “Poker Face”.

The crowd is feeling it, moving, and singing along.

After a while you are just enjoying yourself. You realize that there is a pretty even split between who takes the lead for some of the songs.  Jimmy takes songs that are in the lower register, Stan and Shonda take middle, and Pat takes the higher tone songs. 

When they go from “Promises in the Dark”, to “L.A. Woman” to a rocking version of “Man! I Feel Like a Woman.”

The songs just flow from one to the next.  Tempos that go from slow to rocking fast, and back down.  Your own heart is beating with excitement as you hear their versions of each song.  You keep watching Stan, because there is just something almost magnetic about him.

During “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” Shonda is playing her steel guitar. It all sounds so good.

“Let’s do one more before we take a break,” Jimmy says.  He picks up his acoustic guitar and Shonda keeps her steel one.  This is a slower tempo but feels good, as they go into “Wondering Where the Lions Are.”  Some people keep singing along, but most drop off, not knowing the words, but Stan’s voice sounds clear and good as he the lead on this one. When he sings “Some kind of ecstasy has got a hold on me” you wonder if he could give you a night full of ecstasy.

As the song ends, everyone stands and claps again.  “Ok, folks, we need to take a little break. But we will be back.” Jimmy says as Pat puts on a series of pre-recorded instrumentals “Green Onions” “Tequilla” and a few others that you only vaguely recognize.

The band members head to the restrooms and then to the bar for something to drink.

You notice that a number of guys have gone to talk to both Shonda and Pat, but you chuckle a bit as you notice that Shonda seems more interested in some of the ladies in the room.  Some women and men go up to Jimmy to talk and buy some CDs.

You see Stan quietly at the bar.  Grabbing your mostly empty glass, you walk over.

“You are amazing on drums.” You say. 

“Thanks.  Wait until our second set. That’s when I get to break out the harmonicas.”

“Really, why harmonica?”  you ask as you finish your drink and set the empty on the bar.

“It is the first instrument I learned how to play.  I love using my mouth and tongue across the surface and having it make music.  It’s almost like oral sex.” He says with a wink.

“Do you have a lot of groupies that you hook up with on the road?” you ask.

He shakes his head, “No.  If you noticed, we don’t have roadies or even someone separate to run the sound board.”

The bartender hands him a tumbler of clear liquid. “We don’t really lead the glamorous, hard drinking rock and roll lifestyle.” He says as he takes a big gulp of his drink.

“Not hard drinking?” you ask with a chuckle as he downs half of his glass.

“Not anymore, this is water with lime. When I’m onstage I don’t enjoy alcohol.  When I started out, I drank Gin and Tonics or Screwdrivers, but there is nothing worse than a band member who gets buzzed and loses track of where they are in a song.  As a drummer, keeping everyone in time, is my job. Just as much as Pat’s is watching the electronics, or Jimmy and Shonda’s is working the front of the stage and keeping the crowd excited.” He finishes it and asks for another.

You have the bartender give you a cola.

“So, with no groupies on the road, are you guys’ couples?”

Stan laughs loudly.  “No. We grew up listening to Fleetwood Mac and none of us want a “Rumors” situation. Besides none of us are each other’s types.  Jimmy likes ‘em big, Pat likes short guys, and Shonda, well..”

“She’s a lesbian” you blurt out.

“Oh, No. She just has sex with women.” He says with a laugh.

“And you.” You ask in a seductive tone.

He puts his glass down and takes your hand. He kisses it gently. “I like you.”   Then he looks up to the stage, “I need to get back on. I would like to continue talking after we finish. We are at the hotel down the block.  We can meet in the lobby and talk in the lounge.”

You lean in and kiss his cheek “Or we could continue talking in your room?” you say still in that seductive tone.

He smiles and let’s go of your hand.

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