“Thank you!” I say looking out at the audience giving them an appreciative nod. “Up next is Beast of Burden”.
I walk off the stage and hand my guitar to Sebastian, my guitar tech.
“You were on fucking point today and that improv solo, holy shit. Where did that even come from?”
“I don’t know man, sometimes you just have to let it flow. When you’re on, you’re on. When you’re not, the whole thing goes to shit,” I say with a smile.
“Like Vegas?”
Laughing, I respond “Exactly like Vegas”.
I hate festivals, even more so, I hate daytime festivals. The person that came up with this whole “Hotter than Hell” festival should be fired. It feels about 110 degrees in direct sunlight. The stage didn’t offer much shade and I’m pouring so much sweat it has completely soaked through my shirt, which is now annoyingly clinging to me.
I turn my head and say, “Hey, Seabass, do I have enough time to get cleaned up before the meet and greet?”
He checks his watch and responds, “Sorry boss, you have 10 minutes to get to the merch booth.”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.
I love meet and greets, there are a lot of people out there that do it as a premium. For me, it’s a chance to connect with my fans. After all, I’d be nothing without them. I walk through the catering tables, grabbing a quick chicken wing as I continue walking toward the back of the venue when I finally meet up with security that then escorts me to the booth. Six guards around me as they clear a path through the crowd. As I approach, I smile and nod seeing the line of people and commit to myself that I’ll shake every single one of their hands.
After a 15 minutes of signing albums, posters, shaking hands receiving the occasional hugs, I hear, “Sorry everyone, that’s it for this band, Beast of Burden will be here in about 15 minutes.”
I glance at at the disappointed faces as an audible “awwww” fills the air.
“Wait, hold up, we’ve got time.” I look over at my band mates that give me an indifferent shrug as I wave the next person up as I resume signing until the last person in line walks up. She was wearing a loose fitting staff shirt, jeans and a festival ball cap.
I look her over and smile.
“Shouldn’t you be working?”
“I’m, actually off now. I saw you back at catering, but you looked like you were in a hurry to get here,” she said, sliding a poster over to me.
“You know, my brother did the artwork for this album, what’s your name?”
“Vera”.
“Oh?” I respond rising an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a Vera before.”
“To Vera, You were last, but still me first.” I write finishing with an embellished signature with a finesse that only someone that had a tired hand could have done.
She giggled nervously as she read the poster and began to roll it up.
“Hey, there’s three more of us!” Brent says at my side.
“Oh, that’s okay, thank you”, Vera says as she turns and walks away.
“What the fuck?” Brent says and I laugh in response.
“Maybe you should have been a singer?” I say jokingly.
“Maybe…hey, we’re going to swing by catering. Wanna grab a bite?”
“Sure,” I say as we all stand up and again are circled by security as they start pushing their way through the crowd as we walk toward backstage.
30 minutes after we eat, I finally stand up.
“That wasn’t half bad”.
I get a shrug in response.
“I’m going to wash up real quick, I’ll meet up with you guys on the bus.”
I make a quick stop off at the tour bus to grab a change of clothes, soap and shampoo, then proceed to a small building marked “showers” that sits right smack in the middle of all the tour buses, RV’s and vans are parked. I walk in, grab a towel from a rack at the entry and choose my stall. I prefer a hotel shower, but this one isn’t half bad.
This is the second day of a three day festival, so I had been there the day prior. I close the curtain behind me and glance around. These stalls are about 4 feet wide and run pretty long, I put my clothes and towel down on the narrow seat and walk deeper into the stall and turn on the water that immediately runs cool. I normally hate cold showers, but this feels good. I exhale and wet my hair as I hear a slight whimper from the next stall over and it goes quiet with running water being the only sound.
“I’m hearing shit,” I think to myself as I start lather up the soap and run it over my body. I jelq myself a few times and hear a loud female moan. My cock twitches in my hand and I let go.
“Excuse me, miss, are you okay?” I ask.
I step to the opposite side of the stall and see for the briefest moment a leg flash from foot to thigh and they stand themselves up.
“Oh, I’m uhh, yea, I’m fine…thank you,” I hear in response.
I can see a cute foot now from where I’m at, toenails painted in a light blue.
Feet are weird. They can look cute, normal or absolutely hideous. These…these are nice. The water from the shower is shut off from the next stall over and I start shampooing my hair. I build up the lather and work it into my hair, turn away from the shower head, close my eyes and lean my head back into the stream of now warm water. I run my fingers through my hair a few times to make sure I have all the shampoo out, bring my head upright and open my eyes. Glancing forward I see that someone has pulled the curtain to the side and was staring inward. They pull it closed before I fully realize what has been happening.
“They, some fucking privacy would be nice,” I shout trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
“Sorry,” I hear in return.
The voice is familiar as I start running through where I may have heard it before, finally it hits me, “Vera?” I say.
“Yes?” comes the response.
“Come on in and talk, I don’t care. I just don’t like it when people are being sneaky.”
A few long seconds pass by and the moment I figured that Vera had changed her mind, she finally opens the curtain slight and walks in pulling the curtain closed behind her. Her eyes wide and staring at my dick.
“My eyes are up here,” I say semi-jokingly as I turnaround and begin massaging conditioner into my hair.
“I didn’t uhh, wash my hair yet, do you mind if I join you”.
She begins removing her clothes before I even have a chance to respond.
“Sure,” I say with my head down under the water I reach over, grab the shampoo and hand it back over my shoulder.
“Thank you,” I hear in response as the shampoo is taken from my hand. I hear some squirt out as the bottle is dropped onto the tile floor. I run my fingers through my hair again making sure there’s no trace of conditioner as I feel her shampoo covered hands grab my cock as she presses up against me. Her sizable tits press against my back as she runs her hands up and down my now stiff cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back now thrusting into her hands.
I moan and quietly say, “that feels so good”.
Her grip tightens and the speed of her hands increase, sliding up and down, up and down. This causes a feeling so intense that I can now feel my pulse in my dick.
“I’m going to cum,” I moan.
She gives me a few more strokes before releasing my cock.
“What?” I say with a tone of disappointment and turn toward her, my dick still pulsating.
Vera takes my hand and brings me over to the seat toward the front of the stall where my clothes were folded. She then places her hands on the bench as she bends over and arches her back presenting her pussy like an animal in heat. Beads of water running down her legs as I approach her. I place my left hand on her soft hip and angle my cock towards her opening. With one quick motion I thrust myself deep inside her. The tip of my cock slams against the deepest part of her pussy causing her to lurch forward. I hold her in place as I begin withdrawing my cock, leaving the tip inside before thrusting forward while pulling her back toward me.
The sound of my skin slapping against hers fills the room in an with echo. With every thrust, she loudly whimpers in ecstasy.
“Fuck me harder, make me cum!” she screams in pleasure.
I quickly withdraw my cock from her pussy, the swollen head of my dick pulls her thick juices from her throbbing velvet walls. I turn her around to face me and we kiss deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths in a frenzy. I reach down and hook my hand around her right thigh as I bring her around my waist. Before I have a chance to re-enter her, she smiles and brings her leg up over my shoulder instead. I kiss her calf and ankle just before I slide back in. I wrap my arms around her leg and body and clasp my hands behind her.
My instincts take over and I pound in to her. Screams of pleasure echo through the showers as I fucker like there’s no tomorrow. If there’s anyone else in here, they know full well what is going on. The friction from this angle provides an intense pleasure my cock has never experienced before.
“I’m cumming!” Vera screams.
I push myself in as deep as I can and I feel her orgasm. The palpitations squeeze my cock, milking it, greedily trying to force the cum from tightened balls deep inside her. Her legs quivers and she moans loudly. A gush of her warm juice sprays from her cunt and runs down my legs. I try to look into her eyes which are clamped shut. I feel visually, physically and mentally stimulated and I know I can’t hold back any longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I say in response.
She pulls her leg from my should and sits down on the seat pulling me back towards her. Her mouth surrounds my cock head as her hand jerks my cock soaked in her juice. Look at my cock in her mouth and then bring my eyes to meet hers. She gives me a nod as her hand moves faster. My cock clinches, trying to hold back, trying to make this moment last. One of her hands is down and her pussy playing with her clit as she moans onto my dick now adding a subtle vibration to the stimulation.
“Fuck me,” I say as I gently tap her, letting her know that I can no longer hold back. I expected her to pull her head back and let me come over her magnificent tits, but was surprised when she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me deeper into her mouth. Accepting that this is what she wants, I relax my cock allowing myself to cum. Pulse after pulse, I feel the cum jet from my body down her throat followed by the tightening of her throat as she swallows my seed and our eyes still locked in a gaze.
This is when I realized that at some point the curtain had been drawn open and several phones were pointed directly at us which scatter as soon as they are noticed. I bring her up to kiss me once more and I say, “Vera, I have two things, one, I’m taking you on tour so we can do this every night and two, as soon as I find that video we’re watching it together.”
We pull the curtains closed again and we wash each other’s bodies, slowly, taking all the time in the world.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uh5k6k/fm_thank_you_and_good_night_a_perfect_end_to_a