Groupie story
It was a good night, decent sized club date, two hundred plus crowd, not a bad on stage sound and the band were bouncing off the crowd. When you are having a good night there is nothing that can compare to it, you feed off the crowds energy and they feed off you and something magical happens. It's a privilege to play on such a night and sets off internal chemical reactions that are hard to explain. That evening I was wearing my leather pants, a white shirt and blue leather waistcoat, the long leather coat was dumped after the first three songs (way too hot under the lights).
As the band motored through the set I built up a sweat and was waiting for one of the slower numbers to have a little breather. All the time I was making eye contact with members of the audience and obviously I was checking out the women. We got to Whitesnake's "Is this love" and that was my breather moment, I stood at the edge of the stage looking out at the audience and connected with one of the more mature audience members. I'd done the younger groupie thing when I too was younger but now I was far more interested in the older ladies, the ones over thirty-five and nearer my own age. My eyes connected with a rather fetching light haired woman and when our eyes connected she smiled. From that point I played the song to her, I lost my self in the song and put heart and soul into my playing and caught her eye when ever I could.
We were doing that flirt thing you can only do between someone onstage and someone in the crowd. When the solo came I threw her a wink and then closed my eyes and lost myself in what I was playing. ... The rest of the gig flew by, it never ceases to amaze me how quickly an hour and a half can fly by when you are playing.
The band retired to the dressing room, buzzing after a successful gig, the rest of the guys decided to head out front to see wives and girlfriends, I decided to have a quiet cigarette and a beer and cool off a bit. I toweled myself off and changed into a dry tee shirt, d****d the towel around my neck and kicked back with a cigarette and cold one. I had momentarily drifted away when there was a knock at the door and an attractive woman strolled in. A very sexy 40 something, light tousled hair , sultry eyes and a killer smile. She asked me why I hadn't gone out front with the rest of the guys and I explained I just like to have a little wind down for ten minuets or so.
"Not exactly like we are k**s anymore." I joked. She smiled and giggled, her eyes sparkled with a hint of wickedness.
She told me that she had enjoyed the gig and particularly that I had flirted with her during the set, telling me it had kind of turned her on.
"I've come back here on a whim." She said, my eyebrows raised and I gave her a half crooked flirty smile. "Really... And what would that whim be?"
She stood before me in her tight, sheer and faux leather top matching mini skirt, black fishnets and killer high heels, gently swaying her hips, teasing the hem of the skirt with her fingers and being coy. A rock chic fantasy personified.
"I've come to fuck the guitar player." She said playfully and smiled that smile again, leant over and kissed me. As she did this her hands settled on my leather clad thighs and she knelt down. Confidently she looked me in the eye and smiled as she ran her hands slowly up and down my thighs.
Within moments she began to undo my belt and open my leather trousers, pulling them away from my skin to give her enough room to get her hand inside...
She reached in and pull out my swelling cock and gently begin to stroke it.
"Nice wammy bar!" She said with a wicked little grin and licked the end of my cock. Expertly she stroked and took me in her pretty, warm mouth, slowly working her way further down the length of my shaft. Within minutes she took the whole length into the back of her throat making me moan quietly.
As she worked on my cock I glanced down noticing she was playing with herself, the scene before me merely served to make my cock swell even more and at this point she let out a small moan as she licked and sucked me... "Now it's my turn" she said as she flashed that wicked smile at me once more...
She eased my leather trousers down in order to fully expose me and stood up putting her left leg on the bench beside me providing a wonderful view of her fishnet clad leg, she teased her stocking down a little and exposed the smooth skin of her thigh. Her tiny see-through panties had been pulled to one side as she had been playing with her self mere moments before, exposing a wonderfully pretty shaven pussy. Her lips glistened with natural moistness and I could smell a waft of her womanly musk. I cupped my hand against the underside of her thigh and gently slid it up to the cheek of her ass; the tiny g-string she was wearing meant my hand met naked, warm flesh. I did not have to pull too hard as she offered her pussy towards my lips.
As she had already played wonderfully with my cock it was a pleasure to reciprocate some oral relief to her lightly swollen pussy. I eased her ever closer and began to lick at her now slightly puffy lips and part them with my tongue as I explore her ever wetter slit. I licked at her opening and then my tongue reached her clit which I lightly take between my teeth and suck into my mouth so my tongue can concentrate on licking. She placed her hands behind my head and drew me as close as she could into her luscious wet crotch... I licked, lapped, nibbled and teased until I felt her tensing as she reached a climax, she pressed and grinded against my licking and teasing as she orgasmed...
She eased back for a second and kissed me fully... "Now we fuck!" she said breathily and grabbed my cock to position and guide it into her mouth-wateringly wet pussy. She eased the swollen end of my erection into her pussy as far as the end for a few short strokes and I could feel her internal muscles tensing around the end of my dick. She lowered herself down on my full length and enveloped me with her wonderful toned pussy, it was as though she had a hand inside gripping my cock.
Her hands were behind my head clutching me towards her and her rhythm built and built, my head was cradled and her pussy worked and pulsed around my cock. She rose and fell, grinded and rotated her hips and milked a multitude of sensations as we connected in a fantastic sexual congress.... Both of us were breathing heavily and letting out moans of pleasure, building and building. You feel my tension in your pussy and tense yourself as we both reach orgasm, forcing yourself down on me.
Slowly she eased down and come to a halt, you kiss me sensually and stand, slowly you remove your panties and wipe your cum filled pussy with them. She gave me another slow kiss, smile and toss the panties at me... "Souvenir" she said as she smiled and left the dressing room... "Good gig" she said flippantly exiting the door...
As the band motored through the set I built up a sweat and was waiting for one of the slower numbers to have a little breather. All the time I was making eye contact with members of the audience and obviously I was checking out the women. We got to Whitesnake's "Is this love" and that was my breather moment, I stood at the edge of the stage looking out at the audience and connected with one of the more mature audience members. I'd done the younger groupie thing when I too was younger but now I was far more interested in the older ladies, the ones over thirty-five and nearer my own age. My eyes connected with a rather fetching light haired woman and when our eyes connected she smiled. From that point I played the song to her, I lost my self in the song and put heart and soul into my playing and caught her eye when ever I could.
We were doing that flirt thing you can only do between someone onstage and someone in the crowd. When the solo came I threw her a wink and then closed my eyes and lost myself in what I was playing. ... The rest of the gig flew by, it never ceases to amaze me how quickly an hour and a half can fly by when you are playing.
The band retired to the dressing room, buzzing after a successful gig, the rest of the guys decided to head out front to see wives and girlfriends, I decided to have a quiet cigarette and a beer and cool off a bit. I toweled myself off and changed into a dry tee shirt, d****d the towel around my neck and kicked back with a cigarette and cold one. I had momentarily drifted away when there was a knock at the door and an attractive woman strolled in. A very sexy 40 something, light tousled hair , sultry eyes and a killer smile. She asked me why I hadn't gone out front with the rest of the guys and I explained I just like to have a little wind down for ten minuets or so.
"Not exactly like we are k**s anymore." I joked. She smiled and giggled, her eyes sparkled with a hint of wickedness.
She told me that she had enjoyed the gig and particularly that I had flirted with her during the set, telling me it had kind of turned her on.
"I've come back here on a whim." She said, my eyebrows raised and I gave her a half crooked flirty smile. "Really... And what would that whim be?"
She stood before me in her tight, sheer and faux leather top matching mini skirt, black fishnets and killer high heels, gently swaying her hips, teasing the hem of the skirt with her fingers and being coy. A rock chic fantasy personified.
"I've come to fuck the guitar player." She said playfully and smiled that smile again, leant over and kissed me. As she did this her hands settled on my leather clad thighs and she knelt down. Confidently she looked me in the eye and smiled as she ran her hands slowly up and down my thighs.
Within moments she began to undo my belt and open my leather trousers, pulling them away from my skin to give her enough room to get her hand inside...
She reached in and pull out my swelling cock and gently begin to stroke it.
"Nice wammy bar!" She said with a wicked little grin and licked the end of my cock. Expertly she stroked and took me in her pretty, warm mouth, slowly working her way further down the length of my shaft. Within minutes she took the whole length into the back of her throat making me moan quietly.
As she worked on my cock I glanced down noticing she was playing with herself, the scene before me merely served to make my cock swell even more and at this point she let out a small moan as she licked and sucked me... "Now it's my turn" she said as she flashed that wicked smile at me once more...
She eased my leather trousers down in order to fully expose me and stood up putting her left leg on the bench beside me providing a wonderful view of her fishnet clad leg, she teased her stocking down a little and exposed the smooth skin of her thigh. Her tiny see-through panties had been pulled to one side as she had been playing with her self mere moments before, exposing a wonderfully pretty shaven pussy. Her lips glistened with natural moistness and I could smell a waft of her womanly musk. I cupped my hand against the underside of her thigh and gently slid it up to the cheek of her ass; the tiny g-string she was wearing meant my hand met naked, warm flesh. I did not have to pull too hard as she offered her pussy towards my lips.
As she had already played wonderfully with my cock it was a pleasure to reciprocate some oral relief to her lightly swollen pussy. I eased her ever closer and began to lick at her now slightly puffy lips and part them with my tongue as I explore her ever wetter slit. I licked at her opening and then my tongue reached her clit which I lightly take between my teeth and suck into my mouth so my tongue can concentrate on licking. She placed her hands behind my head and drew me as close as she could into her luscious wet crotch... I licked, lapped, nibbled and teased until I felt her tensing as she reached a climax, she pressed and grinded against my licking and teasing as she orgasmed...
She eased back for a second and kissed me fully... "Now we fuck!" she said breathily and grabbed my cock to position and guide it into her mouth-wateringly wet pussy. She eased the swollen end of my erection into her pussy as far as the end for a few short strokes and I could feel her internal muscles tensing around the end of my dick. She lowered herself down on my full length and enveloped me with her wonderful toned pussy, it was as though she had a hand inside gripping my cock.
Her hands were behind my head clutching me towards her and her rhythm built and built, my head was cradled and her pussy worked and pulsed around my cock. She rose and fell, grinded and rotated her hips and milked a multitude of sensations as we connected in a fantastic sexual congress.... Both of us were breathing heavily and letting out moans of pleasure, building and building. You feel my tension in your pussy and tense yourself as we both reach orgasm, forcing yourself down on me.
Slowly she eased down and come to a halt, you kiss me sensually and stand, slowly you remove your panties and wipe your cum filled pussy with them. She gave me another slow kiss, smile and toss the panties at me... "Souvenir" she said as she smiled and left the dressing room... "Good gig" she said flippantly exiting the door...
8 years ago
