Business Trip Encounter of a Different Kind

 

“She can’t be looking and smiling at me.” you think to yourself as you sit at the hotel bar. Glancing around you realize you are her target, so you smile back.  She gets up and moves to a stool next to you.  As she walks you see her breasts bounce in her loose blouse, and her shapely legs in her knee-length skirt. She sits down and asks, “How are you doing?”

You sip your scotch and soda, tell her how that you are in town on a business trip, and today was a good day as you met with the local management team.  You offer her a drink which she accepts.

After she takes a sip, she leans in and asks, “Can we go up to your room?”

You loosen the tie around your neck, and take another sip of your drink. “Are you a ‘working girl’?” you ask feeling a little nervous.

She smiles, “No, I’m just a housewife who enjoys picking up ‘tired businessmen’ and having sex with them.” As you look more closely at her face, you notice that she is older than you at first thought. She is still gorgeous, but older.

“So what’s the catch? Won’t your husband get jealous or worried about you?”

“No.  The ‘catch’ is that he wants to be in the room and watch as you fuck me.”

You take another sip of your drink, “Wait a second.  Your husband is here? And wants to follow, so he can watch?”

She turns her head and smiles at an older, balding man, wearing a polo shirt and slacks.  He looks like just another guest having a quiet drink.

“So if I agree to this, we all go to my room. I have sex with you, your husband watches, and then you leave?”

She nods and takes one of your hands and places it on her knee.  “Yes. No money, no threesomes, just you and me, and my husband can get his kicks watching you fuck me.”

You think about it for a moment. They guys in the office told you that these trips to the remote sites could get wild. They even hinted at random pick-ups at hotel bars. But you didn’t think it would be like this.

The bartender comes up, “Do you want a refill?”

“No.  Charge mine and hers to my room.” Then you stand up and extend your hand. “Shall we go up to my room?”

As she stands up and straightens her skirt, her husband comes over. “Hi.  I’m glad you agreed to this.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself.

‘I’m Hank, and this is my sexy wife, Barb. She is a ‘hot wife’. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod, looking her up and down as you shake his hand. “She sure is.”

She holds both yours and Hank’s hands as you enter the elevator.  As the doors close, she kisses Hank on the mouth, and then turns and does the same to you. Her lips are warm and smooth against yours. You feel her tongue tease your mouth as she kisses you harder, still holding both you and Hank.

The door opens on your floor and you go to your room. The room is a standard corporate hotel room, with a king-sized bed, desk, dresser, and a couple of chairs.

Barb looks at Hank, and motions to a large chair in the corner of the room. “Sit down and watch.” She then turns to you. “Do you want to help undress me, or should I undress you first?”

You pull your sports coat off, along with your tie, and throw them on the dresser. “Let me undress you, Barb.” You step closer to her and slowly unbutton her blouse.  “Are there any rules I need to follow?”

“There are a couple,” she says in a breathless tone as you remover her top and see her breasts filling her lace-trimmed bra. She allows you to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. “First, I say stop whenever I want.” a simple statement that you nod to. “Second, to enter my pussy, you have to wear a condom.”

“Of course.” you respond as you slide the bra straps down her arms, looking at her gorgeous pink nipples.

She places her hand on your chin and redirects your eyes to hers.  “Third.  Oral and Vaginal only.  My ass belongs to my husband.”

You quickly glance over at Hank who is nodding at you, as he unzips he pants.

“I agree to all of it.” You say and then kiss her passionately.

Your right hand grasps her left breast, as your other hand reaches up under her skirt.

You feel the silky texture of her stockings as you caress her inner thigh, moving up and feeling the damp fabric of her lacy panties. Slowly your fingers rub her panties against her pussy lips. You kiss your way down her neck and chest, feeling her smooth skin with your lips.

Her breasts are so round and full as you slowly lick around her left nipple.

“Mmmmm” she moans from what you are doing with both your tongue and your fingers.

She places her hands on your head as you firmly suck her nipple, feeling it harden in your mouth.

Sliding the crotch of her panties to one side, you tease her wet pussy lips with the tip of your finger, moving it up and down, around and across.

You stop sucking her hard nipple and bring your wet fingertip to your mouth, tasting her juices.

She has a slightly musky scent you lick your finger.

You reach behind her and unzip her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her stocking clad legs and trimmed patch under her panties. “So tasty looking. Lie down on the bed.”

She does with her legs still on the floor.  You remove her shoes, and rub her feet for a moment, before bending her knees and kissing the inside of her right thigh.  Her skin is still so smooth and warm as you kiss and lick your way closer to her wet snatch.

“Wait a minute.” she says as she raises her hips and slides her panties across her ass.  “Yes, that’s better.” you say as you grasp the waistband and slide them off her.

Looking more closely, her pussy looks so hungry. Her lips parted and her clit visible. “Mmmm” you comment. “So tasty.” then you lick up and down.  You get a richer flavor as you lick her. 

She reaches for your hair and rubs your head as you lick her. Thrusting your tongue deeply into her and then licking up and around her clit. She moans in pleasure, so you suck her clit as firmly as you sucked her nipple.  She moans louder and pulls your hair.

“Yes, lick her till she cums.” you hear a voice, forgetting that Hank is watching.

You put your hands under Barb’s ass and thrust your tongue deeply into her again. You want to taste her enjoyment so you suck her clit again as you slide two fingers into her pussy, working them in and out, twisting and trusting.  She pulls your head tighter against her as she humps your mouth. You feel her pulse around your fingers and her thighs tighten around your head as she cums.

A moment later she releases you. “You are good at that. Let me show you what I can do.” she says as she sits up, and undoes your pants.  Your hard dick has already tented your briefs. As she slides them down, she smiles. “You look tasty too.” You feel her tongue on your tip as she grips your base and slowly licks around it. Then you feel her warm, wet mouth on you.  She sucks you, and then takes you deeper. Placing your hands on her head, you slowly thrust into her mouth.

“Yeah, fuck that slutty mouth of hers.”

Working your hips, you go deeper and faster. Barb’s mouth feels so good. You almost want to just blow your load here and not worry about fucking her. That feeling of pleasure is building in you and you hold her head steady as your cock throbs and shoots cum in her mouth. She swallows it all down.  “Mmmmm You are tasty.” she says with a grin.

“We have both cum. Should we stop here?” you ask.

Hank stands up, with his cock still in his hand.  “I want my turn, if you aren’t going to fuck her tonight.”

You have never, in-person watched another couple have sex. And it is a hotel room so you can always get fresh bedding.  “Ok do it.” you say as you sit down in the chair Hank had been in.

You watch as Hank and Barb make passionate love to each other. Hank licking her pussy and ass, then Barb riding him as he lies on his back. You slowly stroke yourself as you watch her orgasm from grinding her clit against her husband.

Hank takes a small tube of lube from her purse and squirts on her open asshole. Then he butt-fucks his wife like a man possessed. He then trusts and holds it as he fills his wife’s ass.

You jerk yourself until you cum all over your hand. Everyone is sweaty and panting from it, including you.

“That was amazing.” you say as you wipe yourself off with a towel, and then hand them towels too.

“I’m glad you had fun.” Barb says. Hank writes a phone number on the hotel note pad on the desk. “Next time you are in town, call us. If you want to do this again.”

You smile, as they are dressing, and you put on a hotel bathrobe. “I definitely will.” you say.

Barb kisses you on the cheek, “And if your friends will be in town, call us too.”

You nod. “Goodnight and drive safe.” you say.

Closing the door, you look at the phone number.  “No one would believe this, even if I did tell them.”

Big Pickup at a Bar

You have been sitting at the bar and slowly enjoying your drink. It’s a local place that you drop into from time to time. This week was busy at work, so you just want to drink and relax, and maybe hook up with someone. Tonight there isn’t a live band, but there is music playing though the speakers to enjoy. Tonight, most of the music is a mix of new Country songs and old Western Swing tunes.

She walks in. She must be 6 foot tall, large and curvy, wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Walking up to the bar, she orders a drink and slowly looks around as she sips it, tapping her feet in time with the music as she sits on a bar stool.

“I wish she was looking for someone like me.” You think to yourself. You aren’t a bad looking guy, but you’re realistic about yourself too. You’re average looking, a little shorter than other men, fit and trim, but she is out of your league, though the type of woman you really like to be with.

Watching her, you see a few tall guys, walk up talk with her, and then walk away. She looks at you and smiles. You smile back, but then look around thinking that there must be someone behind you. No, there is no one near you.

Picking up your mostly empty glass you walk to her. “Hi. You are beautiful. Can I buy you a refill?” You ask, nodding towards her half empty drink. She picks it up and downs the rest. “Sure. You are the sweetest little thing.”

You finish yours and ask the bartender for two refills. An upbeat song comes though the speakers. “Do you dance?” she asks. You smile broadly. “I’m happy to.”

There are a few people already on the dance floor, so you join them. You barely come up to her shoulder, but she doesn’t seem to mind as you both move to the music.

A couple of songs later, a slower song comes on and she grabs your hand. Pulling you into her, she moves in tempo, and taking the lead. It takes a moment for you to adjust and follow, but she is patient and smiles at you as you get in step.

Her arm rests on your shoulder as she pulls you tighter into her full breasts. Your arms go around her back and one rests on her ass, which feels firm and round in her jeans.

“You know what I like about ‘Short Kings’?” she asks.

Looking up at her you respond, “No what?”

“That I can press you right into my tits and you can grab my ass, without it feeling awkward. So do you like taller women?” she continues.

“I do. I know who and what I am, and I wouldn’t change it. And if a beautiful goddess like you, enjoys the feeling of me pressed up against her, then who am I to complain?” You say with a smile.

“Do you want to go to my place or yours?” she asks, holding you firmly in her arms.

“I will follow you anywhere you want tonight, Darlin’” you say in an exaggerated western accent.

Leaving the bar, she pulls the keys from pocket and the headlights of a big pickup truck flash on. “Do you want to ride with me, or just follow?”

You nod to your economical SUV, “I’ll follow. My little car will trail your truck wherever you go.” You say with a wink and sly grin.

“All right. Then let’s go. I admire your confidence.” She says, stepping in and firing up the big diesel engine. You notice her plates say “RDOGRL”.

You follow her a few blocks and then down a road leaving town. The suburban clusters of houses give way to larger tracts and a few older farms. She turns onto a narrow road leading up to a barn and an old farm house.

You park next to her. “Is this your place?”

“Yeah. Come on in, and we can talk inside.”

The house is a traditional design with a front porch and kitchen off to the side. “You are a real cowgirl, aren’t you?” you ask looking around.

“I use to ride on the rodeo circuit with my family. When I was a girl, I trained as a barrel racer, but then I got too big and tall.” She says as she motions you to sit on the couch next to her. “Then I trained with my brothers who are bronc riders, and calf ropers.”

“I don’t really know much about the rodeo. Do you still compete?” You ask looking into her beautiful dark eyes.

She slides closer, puts an arm around you, and says, “Oh yeah. I can’t move as fast as those small little girls can barrel racing. But you should see what I can do with a rope and a running calf.” She has a hungry look in her eyes as she pulls you in and kisses you.

Her lips are warm and taste of beer and bourbon as she kisses you hard. Your hands move to unbutton her shirt and you feel the texture of her bra as it holds her large breasts. You feel her hand undoing your belt and the fly of your slacks.

She leans back for a second, pulls off her shirt and unfastens her bra. Her round, full breasts are free, and you see how hard her dark nipples are. “In the bar, you seemed to like them. What do you think about them now?”

Without a word, you lean forward, and start sucking the right one. You try to get your hands around them but they are larger than you thought.

“That’s it. Suck on my titty. Use your mouth. You little guys are good at that.” She says with a relaxed tone. You feel it get even harder in your mouth as you suck firmly. Your hand grips the left one and pulls it a bit.

“Are you a titty man?” she asks after a minute.

You stop and look up. “What I really want is to taste that wet pussy of yours.”

“All right little man, show me what you can do.” She says as she stands up, and pulls off her jeans. The gusset of her cotton panties are visibly damp. “How do you want to do this?”

“Lie back and I’ll show you.” You say as you strip off your shirt and pants. Your hard dick, visibly tenting your briefs. She strips off her panties and lies on the couch with her knees bent, and you move between her legs.

Softly, you kiss the inside of her right thigh, and slowly kiss your way towards her warm, and inviting snatch. “I like that.” She says as she reaches down and puts her hands on your head. You slow down your kissing as you get closer, and teasingly use the tip of your tongue to lick her soft smooth skin.

“Mmmm. Keep going.” She says. You look up, along her body, with her breasts partially blocking her face, and smile at her. Using the tip of your tongue you slowly lick around her moist lips, and blow a playful cooling breath across her clit. “That is soooo different. Why are you teasing me?”

Wordlessly you turn your head a bit and kiss the inside of her left thigh. Kissing and licking as you get closer to her cunt lips which now are more open and inviting. They remind you of the dewy petals of a flower in the early morning. You silently smile, and thrust your tongue deep into her. “Yes. You are good at this. That is why I like small, quiet men. They know how to eat pussy.”

Using your tongue, in a flat licking motion you lick up and down, and then around her clit. Like some other big women you have been with before, she has a large clit. Perfect for sucking. You lick your fingers and then slowly rub the tips along her pussy lips, as you lick around her clit. Then you clamp your mouth down and suck firmly as you trust your wet fingers into her hungry pussy.

She grips handfuls of your hair and moans. You continue sucking and licking her clit as you finger her faster and harder. She is breathing harder and you feel her body moving and tightening as pleasure is building in her. You thrust your fingers deep inside of her and hold them. “That’s it. Feel me filling you, my big cowgirl. Cum for me” You say and then suck her clit again.

You feel her pulsing around your fingers. Her strong thighs tighten around your head as she cums. You stop sucking her clit and lick her wet pussy, tasting her pleasure.

She slows down her breathing. “Damn. I was right about you. Now it’s my turn. Let me show you how I ride.” She has you lie down on the floor, as she stands up for a second.

She looks like an Amazon goddess. Strong and hungry to devour you. You are still hard, but leaking pre-cum against your briefs.

She gets down and crawls up your legs, pulling down your drawers. “I want that little fella, all for myself.” She says, gripping it, licking it, and taking it fully in her mouth. Her mouth is so wet and warm. If she sucks too hard, she will get a mouth full of spunk, before she can ride you. “You are so ready for me.” She says as she strokes your saliva slicked cock.

She raises up again and then squats over you, slowly lowering herself onto you. You see the strength of her thighs from years of horse riding and then feel her on you. She grips your writs and hold them tightly to the floor. “Oh yes. I am going to ride you until I am tired of you.” She says in a wicked tone. She rubs her wet pussy lips along your shaft for a second, and then feeds you into her. Her pussy is so wet and warm around your hard cock, you know you won’t last long.

She starts bouncing up and down, taking more of you into her each time she comes down. Once you are all the way in, she grips your wrists harder and rocks back and forth. When she moves forward, she grinds her clit against your pubic patch, a feeling you love. She is breathing harder again, as are you.

Her nipples rub against your chest and almost hit your mouth. You try to move your hands to grab her nipples, but she holds your wrists firmly in place. Knowing that you really are pinned, there is a feeling a excitement added to the lust. You know this woman can and will use you any way she wants. This feels so good.

Your hard dick erupts inside of her, but she is focused on her pleasure and doesn’t care. She keeps grinding her clit and moving back and forth. She is going to orgasm again too.

You feel her pulsing and tightening around you. Even though you shot your load, the slick feeling of your mixed juices on your shaft feels so good. You wish you could cum again.

She stops and releases you. Your softening dick slides from her, all shiny with cum.

“So how was that?” she asks standing up and pulling you to your feet.

“That is why I love large women. The appreciate the pleasure given by a little guy.” You say as you pull her head down to you and kiss her.

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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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