He was the singer in a rock'n'roll band
They weren't huge but had a strong cult following.
Tonight was a big gig for them, a homecoming, but for him it was significant for another reason. Her
He first saw her back stage, they said nothing to one another, no knowing nod or wave, just a brief glance, she caught his eye
She had long black hair, dyed jet black. Her body was full and curvy, her large breasts were fit ever so slightly too tight into a black corset. She had on a leather skirt, black fishnet stockings and black stripper heels on.
Even though it was just a passing glance, the thrill of anticipation shot through the both of them.
He wore tight leather trousers, a white shirt and a black waist coat, his hair was long and brown, back-combed and teased. He looked every bit the rock star.
Backstage wasn't quite as wild as stories would have you believe, there were girls around sure, sometimes drugs, but that was more of an after concert activity (as were the girls)
That being said he said he did just see his bass player being led away to the bathroom by a very cute girl in a very short red latex dress, good for him he thought as he laughed to himself.
He was happy to sit quietly with a glass of Jack on the rocks. He didn't feel like he was missing out, as he knew what was coming later.
Ten minutes later, his bass player returned looking pleased with himself, his special friend followed, adjusting her dress, hair a little messed up. It was around this time they got the 5 minute call.
They took to the stage
Played a blinder. The energy was high. The venue, though not tiny, was hot, over heating, you could see steam rise from the crowd.
They finished the main set, he was drenched in sweat, he took his shirt off as he left the stage, a roadie threw a towel over him, he began to dry himself off, there were a few people in the immediate backstage area, applauding, cheering. But of course the only person he wanted to see was her.
He had a drink and spotted her among the hangers on, she stood patiently, drink in her hand slowly fingering the rim of her glass, she casually flirted with him across the room, she looked him up and down, slowly studying his ripped, sweaty body, those tight leather pants barely staying on, she slowly ran her tongue along her top row of teeth, and then licked her lips
Someone was trying to talk to him this whole time, he hadn't heard a word of it. They went back onstage for an encore and it was all over... at least the concert was
After the show, backstage was more like the stories you hear, there was music, a lot of drinks, a lot of girls, lots of fun. All he wanted right now though was a shower.
The bathroom of this venue was designed for sports teams, a large open shower area and locker room. He stripped off and got in, started to wash himself. A minute or so past with his back to the door he heard it open and close again, he smiled to himself knowingly, a second later the shower shut off.
She stood behind him, studying his body, he had several tattoos on his arms, the band's unmistakable logo surrounded by a sleeve design inspired by Gothic cathedrals. On the other arm a design of a larger chested woman with red hair on all fours. Her eyes moved down and she began staring at his well toned ass, his whole body dripping from the shower, he turned his head around, she was leaning against the wall finger in her mouth.
"Well, well" she said, he turned his body to face her, his cock was fully erect, nice, big and hard already, she looked down at it and smiled "Been thinking about me by any chance?" she asked.
"Maybe" he replied, he walked slowly towards her, her eyes were fixed on his cock still "Um, my eyes are up here" he joked
"Sorry just admiring the view"
They were now face to face, she stroked his chest, moved her hand down slowly towards his cock, then stopping just before she reached it and teasingly moving it away. He grabbed her arms and pulled her in for a kiss, it was hot and passionate, he kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, moving down to those magnificent breasts of hers, kissing and gently biting her cleavage.
"Mmm I've missed you" he panted between kisses
"I've missed...." she started to say but her words were cut off by a gasp of pleasure as his hand reached down under her skirt and between her legs. She returned the favour by gently stroking his cock.
He stepped back, took a good look at her
"Those tits need liberating" he said staring and her heaving cleavage. With that she reached behind her back and began to pull the lace of her corset, as it unraveled he took his cock in his hand and stroked it as he watched.
The corset fell to the ground and her breasts, freed, bounced out, she played with them a little while he watched still, he then dived in, held each breast in his hands, squeezing and caressing as he kissed her. He kissed her now exposed breasts, sucking on her nipples, she let out a small sigh of pleasure. He took one of her nipples between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue the sensation made her giggle.
She ran both hands down his body while he was busy with her bosom, she caressed him, down his sides and round to his backside where she firmly gripped and squeezed his ass. She then moved her hands around the front and cupped his balls.
"Mmm" he moaned, lifting his head out from her breasts "suck my cock"
She kept one hand cupping his balls and with the other wrapped around his cock, she squatted down, and took him in her mouth. He began to moan with pleasure and relief as she started sucking. He'd never known a woman to be so good at pleasuring him. They only see each other once maybe twice a year, and yet she knew his body and knew his cock better than anyone, better than partners he had been with for years.
She sucked him slowly at first, licking his shaft from the base to the tip, flicking her tongue over the tip, taking the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the inside of her mouth. He moaned louder.
"Like that baby?" she said, taking a break from sucking, she kept wanking his cock, she licked and sucked his balls, he loved this, really started to moan and sigh with bliss. She started sucking harder and faster, he gripped onto her hair as the expert blowjob got more and more intense. He pulled her head away from his cock.
"I have to fuck you" he said intensely
She got down on her knees, turned around and presented to him, she lifted up her leather skirt, she was wearing black lace, crotchless panties, he could see her pussy, wet and glistening.
"I thought you weren't wearing any" he said laughing quietly to himself. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs, he left the panties and the fish-nets on, it turned him on to see her still wearing something kinky, even if it was just the fish-nets.
He slowly slid his cock inside her, the fabric of her crotchless panties stroked the outside of his cock. He firmly placed his hands on her thighs and began to thrust, it didn't take him long before he was pounding her wet pussy. His body slapping against her buttocks, he was fucking her nice and fast now.
"Oh yeah!" he murmured out loud.
He gently stroked her buttocks before raising his hand up and placing a nice hard slap across her buttcheeks, she let out a high-pitched "Ooo!" as he did. She turned her head back and looked at him with those sexy eyes, their eyes locked, the erotic passion was running high.
He pulled out, practically man-handling her, he moved her on to her back, lay ontop of her and entered her again. The floor was wet and slippery, he was fucking her at a great speed now.
"Oh yess! Oh yes!" she panted under her breath. He stroked and squeezed her breasts as he continued to pound her pussy.
"I love your gorgeous tits" he moaned. He couldn't stop staring at her bouncing breasts as his fucking became faster and more intense, moaning louder and louder.
"Oh yeah!" He panted loudly. She knew he was ready to cum.
"It's ok baby you can let yourself go" she said with a sexy sigh.
He now sped up even more, she started to moan and the force of his thrusts.
He pulled out, sat over her, her body between his legs as he wanked his hard cock just a few last strokes
He then felt a shot of pleasure fuse through his whole body, his cock unloaded it's warm sticky load over of her, she felt the warmth of his juices covering her. Three thick shots of cum sprayed her body down, covering her tits and her face. She looked a perfect, hot, sticky mess... he loved it.
They took a moment to breath, she looked up and smiled at him, he breathlessly smiled back. It was good to be back with her... it had really been too long.
The next morning they woke up in bed together, they were at his London flat. She looked around the room, the night had become a bit of a blur, she saw her panties and fish-nets on the floor, an empty bottle of vodka on the bedside table, his leather trousers at the foot of the bed, she sighed to herself and though "what a night"