Longish life short: a scandalous youth full of debauchery and niche rockstar-fucking, a decade of monogamous bliss, sudden widowhood, two years of devastation and abstinence. And here we are.
Desperate to rejoin the living, I recently decided to catch some live music for the first time in years. It’s a band I’ve loved forever and I went alone. I wore a simple black dress, not too short but showing a little cleavage, and took time to style my hair and put on some light makeup. It felt good to get ready and go out again. I’m on the shorter side so showed up at doors so I could be right up front.
The band sounded amazing, the crowd had great energy, and I felt better than I had in ages. Pretty soon the music was working its magic on me and I started noticing the guitarist, located right in front of me, was pretty fucking sexy. Handsome, suited up older man with salt and pepper hair and a lot of tattoos.
I was dancing and checking him out and I started thinking he was looking back. I figured I was flattering myself. At 35, I’m way beyond typical groupie age. On the other hand, I take good care of myself, I was one of few people in the crowd under 50, and he has 15-20 years on me. In any case, I enjoyed the show and the view.
Afterward, I thought I was probably delusional but hung out a bit anyway to see if the band was the mingling type. They appeared in the crowd soon, chatting with fans and letting a few take pictures with them. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I approached the guitarist. I’ll call him Dean. I introduced myself and complimented him on a great show. He is new to this band and I told him he killed it and looked good doing it. That got me a nice smile, and he became more interested right away. He said well you gave me a pretty nice view while I played. We chatted for a minute and he was very soft-spoken and polite. He said he would love to buy me a drink but had to help load equipment first. I thought we both knew where this was going and I decided to just put my cards on the table. I asked him if I could wait for him somewhere. He said like at the bar? I said I was more hoping for somewhere we could be alone. His eyes lit up and he said we could absolutely make that happen. I was really hoping for a hotel but I was directed to a tour bus.
It was a very nice bus at least. I awkwardly waited in the common area having a drink until Dean was finished. Then waited for him to shower (another blessing, a lot of buses don’t have one). He grabbed more drinks for us and led me to his bunk. Another lucky break, it was a top bunk, and with beds only stacked two high. I would have struggled with claustrophobia in a bottom bunk, and the ones stacked three high that I have seen are so small they are nearly impossible to fuck in. No one else was in the bunk area so it felt decently private, though we had to keep it down because there were people in the common area.
We chatted for a while getting comfortable with each other. He had a very calm demeanor that put me at ease right away. He was in a robe and boxers since his shower and I was admiring his nice, muscular, brown body and his beautiful tattoos. He joked that it wasn’t fair that I was much more dressed than him so I proceeded to get naked. I was so grateful I had groomed and was wearing a nice bra and panties even though I had no real plan of getting laid that night. Some men linger on the bra and panties stage, but Dean wanted me totally naked right away, pulling my panties down while I was taking my bra off.
He took his time with me, kissing me sensually while touching and rubbing my entire body and practically worshipping my breasts and ass. He licked and sucked my nipples and began to tease my clit with his fingertips, just barely brushing over it. He shocked me by kissing down my chest and stomach to my pussy and eating me out. It felt heavenly. I cum very easily from head, especially if the man is as fucking talented as Dean. My quickly approaching orgasm felt so intense from having been deprived from sex with a partner for so long that I panicked a little and pushed his head away.
He took that as a sign that I wanted his dick instead so he pushed his boxers down to reveal his hard, thick cock and put a condom on. His girth made me nervous and I let him know it had been a long time since I had sex. He assured me he would start slow and he did his best but I felt stretched to my absolute limit around him as he entered me. At the same time, I was still very close to orgasm and his body rubbing against my clit as he thrust into me took me over the edge almost immediately. My pussy spasmed and squeezed on him even tighter as I struggled to keep as quiet as possible. I felt a little silly cumming 30 seconds after being penetrated but Dean seemed to enjoy it.
I was so overwhelmed and grateful for having such a powerful orgasm for the first time in years. I told him to do whatever he wanted to me and I happily accommodated him moving me from position to position in the small space, taking me from every angle he liked. He tended to keep his hand on my throat, not choking me but just a gentle pressure I found very sexy. To fuck me from behind with so little headspace, he laid me flat on my stomach and put a pillow under my hips. I very rarely have multiple orgasms, but my clit grinding against the pillow while my pussy was being totally filled by his cock took me over the edge again and I pushed my face into the bed to stifle my moaning as I came hard for a second time.
Finally, he told me he wanted to finish in my mouth. I pulled the condom off and proceeded to lick and suck his cock. I was more than willing to give back to the best of my abilities after such an expert fucking, and after working him with my hands and mouth for a while I began taking his cock deeply into my throat. He asked if he could fuck my face and I moaned on his cock in assent. He gently gripped my head and started pumping his cock into my throat, increasing in speed and intensity. I both loved it and could barely take it. He finally came an enormous load down my throat.
After a little cool down we got dressed and he walked me to my car (where my meter had expired- whoops). We traded info for next time he was in or near town and he promised me nicer accommodations. I told him I didn’t care about the digs if I would be getting off like that again. He gave me a kiss goodbye which turned into a bit of a make out session. He pushed me up against my car and put my legs around his waist. A couple cars passing by honked at us. He asked if I was sure I didn’t want a visit to the next city on their tour. But we finally parted and I drove home grinning like an idiot, looking forward to re-living the night in my mind and getting myself off again before bed. I’ve been on cloud 9 since. I feel like sex is on the table for me again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/td648j/getting_back_in_the_game_in_the_back_of_a_bus_fm
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