Sweet Music Man

So I received a friend request and picture comment on a site from an

African-American gentleman from Chicago. His profile showed him to be a very handsome, tall, athletic man. I was intrigued and felt very fortunate that he was interested in me.

We chatted on the site, I always had a good morning or good night message waiting for me. He told me he was currently touring in a band, he played sax, and played basketball in college. He was 6'7" and still looked very lean.

We talked about me, let's call him Shawn, asked about my modeling, never rude, and he mentioned a music festival in town and asked if I would be interested. I told him I would love to.

We kept in daily contact with each other, I think he was afraid I would back out. I finally asked what to wear, casual didn't fit, would I need a gown? He settled that.

"There's a pic of you in a black dress with boots, looks like you're in a hallway. I'd really like you to wear that."

"If that's what you want."

He said "It is. I always go back to that one."

That was easy enough. The dress was a black halter type with a collar going to mesh to my chest. The actual material covered above my areolas. My nipples showed clearly. I looked forward to it, fortunately I didn't have a long wait. I was given the venue for the show and the after party. It was going to be an early show and we would be going to the lounge after.

The day of the show I got myself ready finishing off my outfit with a black thong. My ride pulled up. I got in and loved the look I got from the driver. He chatted most of the way, I just thought about how the night would end. I hoped.

When we arrived at the venue, I got out and found the correct door. I was on the VIP list and Shawn was waiting inside. He looked better in person. He gave me a once over then pulled me in for a hug and a kiss. It was longer and deeper than I expected but I was good.

I got a drink and Shawn led me to the area I would be in. Another hug.

"You look so hot in that. I hope no one runs off with you."

"I'm here for you," I replied.

He left and his band was up. I could see him clearly, he came forward to play a few solos, I felt like the music was inside me. The vibrations were making me tingle in the best way. Too soon the set was over. I met up with Shawn again.

"You were awesome. It felt like you were inside me." I blurted out

He introduced me to his roommate Steve, who played bass. They had to take some photos and sign some things. They came back to me and Shawn took my hand.

"We're taking a shuttle to the club, it's near our hotel."

We got on, I sat by the window, Shawn to my left. He started to put his hand on my leg then pulled back. I reached over and took his hand, looking at the size difference. I brought it over and placed it on my inner thigh. He began rubbing it.

"You've never been to this music festival before?"

" No," I replied, "you got my cherry."

"I'm honored. I hope I'm your best and it's unforgettable."

I just smiled, he moved his hand further up my thigh, I closed my eyes. He touched me through my thong. I shuddered. He leaned in and kissed me. It was so good. I felt the bus stop.

I said, "I'm sorry I'm acting like a slut."

"You're fine." He kissed me again.

We exited the bus, he led me by my hand to the lounge. We were both on the list, as bands finished they would arrive. It was nice, with fireplaces, sofas, loveseats and beautiful bars. We ordered, I was doing my vodka/cranberry and moved to a loveseat. Steve joined us in a chair next to us.

Shawn had an arm around me and stroked my arm. I leaned into him, my hand was on his thigh. Steve leaned our way.

"You two make a cute couple." Then to me, "You should come on the road with us." We both laughed.

"Can I room with you two?" I asked.

Steve said "You think you could handle us?"

I fired back "You think you two could handle me?" I finished my drink. They laughed.

Shawn asked, "You wanna dance?"

"I would love to."

We both stood and walked to the floor, I found out quickly that we moved well together. To me, dancing is like foreplay. Good on the floor, good on the sheets. When we danced close I could tell he was enjoying it.

Steve approached us. "Mind if I cut in?"

Shawn took my hand and gave it to him. This could be fun. We immediately caught a slow song.

He asked "How late are you going to stay?"

"I don't have a curfew." I replied.

We went back to our slow dance then back to our seats. I finished off another drink and Shawn and I went back to the floor. It wasn't dark enough for dirty dancing but we did our best. His hands felt so good as they moved on me.

I went to the restroom, I knew how I wanted the night to end, but how to move it along? As I was heading back to the boys I saw them talking, they stopped when they saw me. I sat next to Shawn and accidentally placed my hand on his crotch.

He leaned in close, "What are your plans for the evening? Are you going home?"

"I want to stay with you."

"Steve is going to stay in another room. You ready to go?"

"I'm good with him coming. I'm totally good with it." Double penetration is a thing I enjoy.

"Just me and you." We kissed. We stood up. Steve offered me a hug.

"Enjoy yourself." He whispered.

"Thank you. I'm sure I will."

Shawn led me by the hand till we exited then put his arm around my waist. It took us no time to walk the half block to the hotel. Going through the lobby the desk clerk gave me a hard look.

We kissed in the elevator. His hands massaging my ass cheeks. I rubbed his crotch. I wasn't going to be disappointed.

He took my hand down the hallway, opened the door, I walked in, heart pounding, butterflies. I wanted this so desperately. The drapes were open, I walked over to the windows and took off my boots.

Shawn hung his jacket on the chair and walked towards me, hugging me and giving me a deep, passionate kiss. His hands stroked my back, one finding the zipper on my dress, pulling it down. He undid the collar, pulling the material down, baring my chest. He took a breast in each hand. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. He let me slip it off his shoulders.

He took the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I ran my hands over his chest and abs then began working on his belt and trousers. As he worked them down I got on my knees and started taking his boxers down.

I let his cock slide down my cheek, I grasped his shaft, licking his sack then taking each ball into my mouth. I licked the sack again slowly tracing the vein up the shaft to the head then taking it into my mouth. I worked it slowly, taking as much as I could as I worked my hand on the lower shaft.

"You're good girl," he sighed. His hands went to my head, his hips moving slightly. I tried to take him deeper.

He moaned steadily, those long fingers running through my hair. I was surprised when he guided my head away and helped me to my feet.

He scooped me up, placing me on the bed, my head on a pillow. Sitting next to me he ran a hand over my body, playing with my nipples then down my belly, under my thong to my pussy. He moved onto the bed and took my thong down my legs. He tossed it onto the rest of my clothes and lowered his mouth to my cunt.

He began licking my lips, splitting them open, taking them with his lips. His tongue went to my clit, those long fingers penetrating me.

I moaned as my back arched, my legs spread wider. He owned me. He had me on the verge of cumming, I didn't want it yet. He withdrew his fingers, his mouth working my lips, getting them wet. He knelt between my legs.

He said "I love your legs."

"I'm glad", I replied. "I've been wanting to spread them for you."

"Do you want me to.."

I cut off his question. "I only want to feel you inside me. Nothing else."

He smiled, gripped his cock and guided himself to my pussy, lowering his hips, stretching me wide with every inch. I looked down between my legs watching him. My breathing turned to a series of pants. My arms were in limp at my sides, I wanted more. He gave it to me.

When it felt like he hit my depth he pulled back and began to thrust, first slowly then faster with every stroke. I wrapped my legs around his hips, rotating mine around his cock. Soon he was jackhammering me.

My hands went to my nipples, twisting and pulling them.

He changed his pace, going to long, slow strokes. Then quick and deep, to almost completely out, fucking me with the head and a few inches. He hooked my legs, began pumping, lowered himself giving me some of his weight. It took some of my breath away. I rocked my hips and rubbed my nipples against his chest as he kissed me, tongue pushing past my lips. I was penetrated in two holes.

I ran my hands down his back and up his sides, feeling his muscles ripple as he fucked me. My hands went again down his back to his buttocks, urging him on, finally resting on his lower back. I felt his body tense, he was ready.

His head went back as he moaned his pleasure, thrusting hard, spilling his seed into me. I gasped with each thrust, his cock felt like it grew thicker, stretching me more.

He lowered his head, kissing my neck, hips moving slowly. No words, just flesh on flesh, two people entwined waiting to fuck again. I wouldn't wait long.

He began building his pace, raising himself up. He looked into my eyes and knew I was ready. I kissed his chest, bucked my hips, used my hands on his lower back to encourage him to fuck me.

This time he didn't change his pace, he just rode hard, he reached places in me that hadn't been hit for a long time. I grunted, moaned trying not to come. I could see his abs flex with his thrusts.

His breathing changed, his pace continued, his body slapping against mine. He grunted and thrust hard, then again, and again. He throbbed inside me. He sank his cock as deep as he could into me, unhooking my legs.

"I gotta tell Steve what he missed out on."

I changed the subject. " Can I take a turn on top?"

He got an arm under me and rolled us over, me on top, cowgirl. I started to ride him. Moving up and down on his cock, circling my hips, I was already close.

Still moving, I guided his hands to my breasts, getting a nipple between thumb and pointer finger pinching hard and squeezing tight on each boob. I moved my hips riding him like he rode me.

I tried to keep quiet, but it came out.

"Jesus, fuuuck. Shit! Cum, good fuck!"

My body shook, I couldn't catch my breath, I wished his weight was on me as I collapsed on him.

I rolled off onto my back next to him. He rolled onto his side, a hand roaming my body. I flinched as he touched my clit.

"It's very sensitive after I cum." He touched it again.

He asked, "Are you disappointed Steve isn't here. Would you really have been good with both of us?"

"I'm not disappointed. But yes I would have."

"You've done it before?" "Yes."

"What about three?" "Yes."

"Should I call the whole band?"

"If that's what you want, I'll do it." I looked him in the eyes as I answered.

He moved over me standing next to the bed. Shawn took my legs and spun me towards him pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. He forced his way back into me. He knelt down.

"Put your arms around my neck." I did.

He ran his arms under my legs grasping my ass cheeks. He stood up easily with me. He moved his hips in rhythm with him lowering me onto his cock. I pressed my face into his chest enjoying every inch.

He kept us going, eventually laying me down on my back. He took a leg in each hand, spread wide, he fucked me. I lay there and took it. I closed my eyes, arms limp, a few gasps and I took another load.

It was enough for the night, we showered together, got under the covers and slept for a few hours.

I woke in the morning to kisses and fingers caressing my body.

"If you want to, it's fine. But you're gonna have to do all the work."

His answer was to move over me, as I once more spread my legs, enter me and we had a long slow screw. No rush, no pounding, just two people who found pleasure with each other. No rush for either of us to cum, just enjoy.

In the middle of it Steve came into the room to get his things. We made eye contact as he stood and watched us for a little while. I didn't mind.

Too soon he gave me a final load. I teared up realizing it was over. It had been so good between us. We lay together for a few minutes then time for me to get dressed and go home.

If I could have changed anything Steve would have been involved and we would have had a weekend. We kept in touch for a few months but we lost track.

My loss.