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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”

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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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Santa's Naughty Girl

 

It is tough when your kids get to a certain age. You want to keep the mystery and magic of the universe, but you don’t want to lie to them either. Like when they find your vibrator in your nightstand and you explain that “It is something that daddy and mommy uses to help massage our muscles when they are sore.”

“But, Mommy, why was it in the nightstand, with tubes of ‘jelly’ and lotion?” they honestly ask.

Your husband walks up, “Kiddo, you have seen me massage mommy’s feet when they are sore, right?”

“Uh-hu.”

“And sometimes I put lotion on them when I do it, right?” He continues.

“Sure” he nods.

“Sometimes mommy needs daddy to massage other places. This helps with that.”

“And the lotions are like the foot lotion and skin cream?” your child continues.

“Yes. They are used by mommies and daddies. That’s why we keep them in the nightstand drawer. Any other questions, my dear?”

“Nope. Can I watch a video?” they ask in a satisfied tone.

“Sure, go turn on Disney or Nick. Maybe we’ll watch too in a bit.” Once they are in the other room, you say “That was close. Can you put this back in the drawer?”

“Sure, my love. By the way, do you see why I put all of the Christmas gifts in the storage unit?” He says taking it from you and walking towards the bedroom. 

“Yes, If they were in our closet the kids would have probably found them. Do you want some hot cocoa?”

As you sit in the family room drinking hot cocoa with your husband and kids, you, remind the kids that they aren’t to go into mommy and daddy’s room, no matter how tempting it is. They happily agree, but you know that they will forget or temptation will get the best of them.

Yes, your husband was right to put the Christmas gifts in the storage unit, when he got out the decorations.

Later on, lying in bed, you ask, “Dear, how are you going to put the presents under the tree without the kids knowing they are from us?”

“I have a plan. I’ll get them from storage when the kids are asleep and bring them home before they wake up. I might even have a few surprises for you too.” He says as he holds your body tightly against his. His hands slowly caressing your breasts as he kisses your neck. You reach down and grab his hardening dick.

“Mmmm I guess I won’t need the massager tonight.” You say playfully.

After kissing, licking, rubbing, and preparing each other, lower yourself on him and ride him. Enjoying how it feels to have him inside of you. So much, that you don’t notice you are getting loud.

A soft rapping on the bedroom door. “Mommy, Daddy. Are you okay?” you hear a soft voice ask.

Nervously, you respond, “We are okay, baby. Go back to bed. Daddy is helping Mommy.”

“Yes, baby, Mommy had a cramp and I am massaging her.”

“Yes, the cramp went away, and I feel better.” You say as you climb off your husband, wrap a blanket around you and go to the door. Opening it you see your son, standing there hugging his stuffed animal.

“Are you sure you’re okay Mommy? You sounded like you were hurt.”

You hug him tightly, wrapping the blanket around him too as you try to ignore the wetness of your pussy under your nightgown. “I’m better now. Let’s go back to bed.”

You walk with him and make sure he gets back in bed. Kissing him on his forehead and then kissing his stuffed animal, you tell him to sleep tight, you will see him in the morning.

You check on your daughter, who is sound asleep in her room.

As you climb back into bed, you snuggle back up to your husband. “Do you want to continue?” you quietly ask.

He hugs you tightly, “Not right now. I don’t want to have to explain that you are helping me with a cramp too. Plus it is getting late.” He kisses you again, “And I have a special plan for Christmas Eve.”

Christmas Eve is a busy day. Both your husband and you had work. You went into the office, while he teleworked and watched the kids. You were hoping the office would be quiet but most of your co-workers either took vacation time or were teleworking, so you were the person in the office to answer phones, deal with the cleaning staff, and respond to last-minute requests from the managers. Aside from that, the office was empty. A couple times during the day, you send a few suggestive texts to your husband. He responds, but you can tell the kids are near him so he is keeps things G-rated. You fantasize about him being in your office, licking your pussy as you sit on the bosses desk, and then having your husband fuck you hard so that you make a mess all over the couch in the break room. But they are just fantasies and will have to wait.

By the time you get home, you are exhausted, because holiday traffic was so heavy and stressful. When you walk into the house, you smell dinner cooking. The kids run up and hug you as you take off your coat.

“Daddy said we should eat before we go to Church.”

“Yeah, he made mashed tatoes and ham.”

“He even made orange potatoes, and peas. Daddy let me sprinkle the brown sugar on them.”

“I got to eat some pineapple, as Daddy put them on the ham.”

As you walk into the kitchen, your husband is stirring a few pots on the stove and you can smell the ham baking in the oven. You walk up and kiss him, placing a hand on his waist.

“Mmmm that smells good. Thanks for having things ready.”

“I figured if you had teleworked, you would have done the same thing.” He turns and kisses you harder. “Why don’t you change into something comfortable and I’ll have the kids set the table. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

You give him a side hug, and whisper in his ear, “I wish the kids were out right now. I could use a special massage. All day I have been fantasizing about having sex with you. On my manager’s desk, on the break room couch, and even sucking you off as I answer the phone.”

“I’m sorry that I missed all of that. But I promise to make it up to you tonight. I have a special surprise once the kids are asleep.” He whispers back.

You nod and head to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes. You could change into sweats and an ugly Christmas sweater that your in-laws gave you, but after dinner you will go to church, so you put on a dress with matching bra and panties, and of course a slip. You could do stockings, but decide on pantyhose instead. Looking in the mirror, you are pleased with how you look. Conservative and slightly classy. Perfect for church.

“Wow Mommy, you look beau’ful” your daughter says.

“I helped set the table, so everyone sit and eat.” Your son proudly comments.

“You look nice, Dear.” Your husband says as he carries out the serving bowls with food.

In a minute, your husband says Grace and then you all dish up. It tastes as good as it smells. It doesn’t surprise you, because your husband is a pretty good cook.

After dinner, your husband cleans the kitchen as you get the kids dressed for church. You want them to look nice, so “pretty clothes and dress shoes” you tell them as you help. They are still young enough that they will wear what you tell them, without too many complaints. By the time you are done, your husband has put on at sport coat and tie. He picked the tie with bright red poinsettias on it. Another previous gift from your in-laws.

The Christmas Eve service is well attended, and similar to previous ones. Your favorite part is when the lights go out, and everyone holds up a small battery powered candle as you sing “Silent Night”. It is always so pretty. And then it is followed by the lights coming back on and the choir loudly proclaiming “Joy to the World”. Your son sings along as loud as he can. On your way out the Minister shakes everyone’s hand and thanks them for attending. Your son loudly asks “Is Santa coming here tonight too? To bring presents to baby Jesus?”

The minister crouches down and smiles. “I bet he will. Why don’t you come back on Sunday? Maybe Santa will have left something for him.”

Your husband is carrying your daughter who is feeling sleepy after the big dinner and long service. “Then we better get home, so Santa remembers to visit our house too.” He says, shaking the Minister’s hand. “Great sermon. See you Sunday.”

Once you are home, everyone gets ready for bed, but your husband has the kids sit on the couch. You set out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. Your husband brings out two books. “Twas the Night Before Christmas” and “How the Grinch stole Christmas.” He starts with the Grinch. But instead of using his loud reading voice, tonight he’s reading in a softer and quieter tone. By the time he finishes, both kids are asleep. You help him carry them to bed.

“Okay. I’ll get the presents. Can you change into your silky nightie and robe combo?” He asks.

You nod but are curious. The nightie is sheer and almost see-thru and barely covers you. The robe is thin, silky, but opaque. Just in case one of the kids wakes up, you are still covered.

You aren’t sure what he is doing, but knowing your husband it’s something you will enjoy. You sit on the couch and read one of your “smutty fantasy novels”. As it describes an elf having sex with a female warrior, you get a little wet.

The door slowly opens and you see Santa carrying a large bag over his shoulder. “What! Who are you?” you ask almost too loudly.

Then you recognize your husband’s voice from under the fake beard. “So have you been a good girl this year?”

You get off the couch and help him put the gifts under the tree as he pulls them out of the bag. “I can’t believe you did this.” You whisper to him.

“Do you like it?” he whispers back.

“I’ll show you after we get all the gifts under the tree.” You say.

In a few minutes, everything looks amazing. You take your cell phone and snap some photos. Including a few of Santa putting gifts under the tree.

Then he hugs you, “So have you been a good girl this year, or have you been naughty?”

You are already turned on, and the Santa suit seems so kinky you tell him, “I have been a naughty girl. What does Santa do with naughty girls?” Then you undo your robe and show him your nightie underneath. Your nipples harden as he caresses your breasts through the silky fabric.

“Maybe I should spank you first. Naughty girls get spankings.” It had been a while since your husband played with your ass. But the thought of it sends a tingle though you.

He sits on the couch and pulls you across his lap, uncovering your bare ass.

“Oh I see you are a naughty girl. You don’t have panties on under your nightie.” He then smacks your right cheek. It feels good and not painful. Then he smacks the left one a little harder. His fingers then move up and down your damp pussy and ass crack. “Yes, you are a naughty girl. You are excited to see Santa tonight.”

As you lie across his lap, the fake fur of the Santa costume is soft on your skin, and you feel him getting hard under you. “I think Santa like it too.” You say in a breathless voice.

“Maybe naughty girls want something else Santa has?” He says, as he moves you to your knees and pulls down his pants. His hard cock tents his boxers.

“Oh, My Santa. Is that all for me?” you ask in a playful tone. Then you take it and lick the tip. You love his tip feels in your mouth.

“Naughty girls love to suck on Santa.”

“If I suck you off, will I be a Good Girl?”

“Do you want to suck or ride me?” he asks in an honest tone.

You cover his hard schlong in saliva and then move up. “You know I love Cowgirl. Let me ride you hard, Santa.”

He keeps the Santa Coat on as he sits back down on the couch. You mount him as he frees your breasts from the nightie and sucks your nipples. His warm wet mouth feels so good as he firmly sucks each nipple.

Your clit grinds against his neatly trimmed pubic patch as you flex your hips and ride him deeply. As you ride harder and faster, your husband kisses your mouth and grabs your hips. You know he is trying to keep quiet as he is close to cuming. You feel the pleasure moving through you as your husband holds you still and you feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Your pussy pulses around him and you kiss him harder.

He hugs you firmly for a moment and then you get up. There is a wet spot on the couch and when your husband stands up, cum drips from his soft cock onto the Santa pants around his ankles. “So much for my cleaning deposit” he mumbles.

You go to the kitchen and get some paper towels and fabric cleaner. The kids spill on the couch all the time, but juice doesn’t smell like sex so it is better to clean up after yourselves.

Your husband hands you a couple of cookies as he helps you wipe off the couch.

“You better drink that milk before it spoils.” You say.

He nods and chugs it down. “I better take the outfit back to the storage unit before they close for the night. I will see you in bed when I am done.”

You kiss him as he leaves, then go to bed, placing the robe by your vanity in your bedroom. When he gets back, he lies next to you and spoons you. His semi-hard dick nicely fitting against the crack of your ass, and his arm across you.

“Look what Santa Brought Us!” your kids scream as they bust into your bedroom. The sun is barely up, but it is morning.

“Okay kids. Give mommy and daddy a few minutes and we will come and see.” Your husband says in a fatherly tone, and the kids scamper back to the family room. He then kisses you. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“Yes. It wasn’t what I expected. But I was pleasantly surprised. Give me a minute I will put on sweats and my ugly Christmas sweater.” You say as you stretch and get up, still wearing your sheer nightie.

“So sexy.” You hear your husband say in a low tone and then pulls on sweatpants too. “I wonder if you are still on Santa’s Naughty list?”

“If I take the kids over to your parent’s house later, maybe you can find out.” You say in a sexy tone as you dress and join the rest of the family.

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