I’m a groupie. You wouldn’t think it, if you saw me. I didn’t figure myself for the groupie type either, but here I am – waiting for the next time the band’s gonna play. Calling my girlfriends to find out of they are up for a night out when they come into town, or better yet if they are up for a road trip when they’re playing close enough.
I didn’t race out to see the band because I thought that I would get laid, I just wanted a fun “forget all your bullshit” night out with my friends. Well, at least that’s what I wanted until I was introduced to him. Honestly, from my seat at the bar I didn’t pay much attention to him. Hell I could hardly see him, hidden as he was behind the singer. But when he walked out after the first set was over and introduced himself – I was hooked.
He had a smile that lit up the room, but it was his eyes that ended it for me. He had that look that just promised a good fuck, and believe me I was in need of a good fucking. Shit, my sex life revolved around two double A’s and maybe a 9 volt if I was feeling particularly frisky. The thought of getting laid by a real man, with a cock that wasn’t dependant on an on-off switch was pretty damn intriguing. Now don’t go thinking that I’m some kind of nasty bitch that couldn’t get her pussy rocked unless it was closing time at Donovan’s Pub and Grill because I’m not, at least I don’t think so. I can’t claim to be the sexiest thing that walked into a room, but you wouldn’t lose your lunch if you laid eyes on me. It’s just that, well, I’m married. I love my husband, but he has the sex drive of a garden slug. I would just like to get fucked once in a while, and I’m not talking missionary position, I want some hot “fuck me till I can’t walk straight tomorrow” sex. And it just ain’t gonna happen at my address. But enough of that, you don’t care about my less than lively vanilla sex life. You want to know the dirty little secrets that I keep tucked away. The things that I (almost) don’t want to tell my best girlfriend.
So, back to the band.
I’ve seen them play several times now, and every time I wind up talking shit with him. Oh, and the shit we talk, some of it would make a whore blush. I almost want to blush thinking about it, but heh, I haven’t blushed in years, why start now? He simply oozes sex. The way he moves. His eyes. The way his hands move. The things he says. Fuck, I could cum just remembering the last time we were together.
The band was done playing for the night and everyone was pretty drunk. He walked over to me, didn’t say hello, didn’t say glad you came out; he just pulled me out onto the dance floor and started grinding his crotch against me.
“I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel my cock inside you. I want to make you scream my name.”
People were walking by staring at us and making comments, I didn’t care. All I cared about was that cock bulging in his jeans, and those hands running over my ass.
“I want you inside me. I’m so hot right now, the thought of you fucking me. Mmmm.”
The song was ended, and he grabbed my hand, pulled me to the bar, and bought a couple of shots. Tequila. Bad news for me. Tequila makes me want to get naked. We did the shots and headed back out for some more dancing.
His mouth was against my ear, and the only thing I remember him saying was that he wanted to take me back to the room, tear my clothes off, and fuck me all night long. It took about three more songs and I was dragging him out of the bar, back to the hotel for some long awaited lovin’.
As soon as the door closed, his hands were all over me. Touching me everywhere, it felt like there were five men in the room, I guess that’s what playing an instrument does for you, gives you magic hands. His fingers were light on my face, rough on my shoulders. I caught his thumb and sucked on it. He fucked my face with his hand. His hips moved to the same rhythm against my thigh.
I slid my hands under his shirt. I couldn’t stand the feel of the material and ripped his shirt open. His thumb popped out of my mouth and he jerked the shirt over my head. Our bodies touched, it was like lightening.
