I walk into a crowded bar and scan the room looking for my friends. I see them in the far back corner and I decide to order myself a drink first before trying to make my way over to them. While waiting for my drink to be poured I look to my left and lock eyes with you.
I feel a shiver go through me but blame it on the draft from the open door behind me. I look away but I am stuck with a feeling that I know you even though I have never seen you before.
I grab my drink and with a quick glance realise you are staring at me. I feel all flustered and I start to blush. I look away and start pushing my way through the crowd of people just as the band comes on to play, wondering who you are.
I am finding it hard to move through the crowd with my drink when I feel a warm body press up against me. I take a quick look over my shoulder and I realise it is you.
Without thinking I slowly press my ass back towards you and slowly rub up and down your groin hearing you gasp in my ear, even over the sound of the band.
My friends see me and wave and I go to take a step away from you when you grab me by the wrist. You pull it behind my back locking me in place and my hand is placed on the noticeable bulge in your pants.
Your other hand reaches under my skirt and trails your fingers over my pussy. You pull my panties to the side and slowly slide a finger inside, and then another as I am so wet.
You hold me in this position for another minute but it feels like a lifetime. Slowly sliding your fingers in and out of me making me moan.
You finally pull them out completely and pull my panties back into place and you whisper in my ear “you can go to your friends now but I WILL find you later” and you turn around and walk away leaving me tingling all over and having trouble breathing.
I shakily walk the rest of the way over to my friends and try and concentrate on the band but all I can think of is you. Who are you??
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He watches her lovely ass as she walks away and chuckles to himself: she doesn’t know he plays in the next band. This will be a fun night indeed.
It’s 10pm and we go onstage. She doesn’t notice at first: I can tell she’s distracted. I felt her eyes following me all night, but I held back and never intruded on her circle of friends because I wanted to savor the taste of this moment.
She’s talking to her friends, scanning the back of the room where I am no longer.
The lights kick on with an explosion of sound as the first song, A Warrior’s Call by Volbeat, kicks in. She turns and the look of surprise on her face is my fuel, then I lose my mind as the rhythm kicks in. Music is my drug and my safety valve, and I’m lost in the first set.
Yet, I feel her there.
I’ve never been physically aroused on stage, but here I am with a visible erection in my jeans on stage for this entire crowd to see. The exhibitionist in me is on fire. The “normal office guy” in me is mortified. I see her watching me, I see her notice my reaction to her. She knows there is something electric between us. The exhibitionist pushes the normal guy away: she’s mine at night.
The first set ends, and I am backstage putting my guitar down. She appears around the back curtain, breathlessly. She’s taking me in from head to toe. I’m a sweaty mess at the moment, but I can see in her eyes she doesn’t give a fuck about that at all.
“Who the hell ARE you”? she asks.
I smile without words for a moment, then see it echo on her face almost involuntarily.
“I’m yours,” I reply
I push her back against the rough brick wall as she gasps. Our tongues meet in a deep don’t-give-a-fuck-about-anything kiss. She grinds her hips and I feel her riding my cock straining against my jeans.
I pull back a moment and unsnap my jeans as she pulls her skirt and panties aside.
There is no gentle introduction. I enter her, pushing deep. She’s already very wet, and she utters a deep animal groan. Sounds… I am all about sounds, and she has me with that.
She wraps her legs around me as I press her up against that hard brick wall, and we are lost in the passion, in the music, in the drinks, in the thought that at any moment someone will come around that corner and see us. And we do not care.
Girl, who are you?