Author Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on the first part. I hope you enjoy part 2. Thanks again to Celibacy For Jealousy for the edits.
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"...only a few more days baby. I'm actually giddy, can you believe that? Even after all this tour has taken out of me, the knowledge that I'll see you again soon is so exciting!" Kim said over the phone.
Brett smiled and chuckling said, "Well I have no doubt, and I can't wait to see you either, Kim." Then switching to a serious tone, he added, "However, that does not mean you can neglect the remaining shows between now and then. There are good, hard working people in Wisconsin and Chicago that have paid good money to see their favorite singer, and I don't want to hear you were slacking off."
"Yes Father," Kim replied in mock seriousness.
"Sorry," Brett said a little embarrassed and afraid he had gone too far.
It was hard to tell over the phone. On the island, he had learned to read her face. But with these phone calls, he did not have that benefit. Frankly, he was still shocked that the calls continued to come. He was not quite as shocked as the day the first one came in. He still remembered picking up an unknown number one night and being rewarded with Kim's sweet voice.
Since that first call, the chats had become nearly nightly. At first Kim used it as an outlet to vent, but as the weeks rolled on they became more. Discussions of Kim's day grew into discussion about Brett's day. Brett had been against this at first, but Kim insisted. She liked it, she told him, because she was interested and because it helped her feel a little normal to hear about an average day. Mostly though, she said she kept calling because she missed him, and because he was such a good listener.
"No, don't apologize," Kim replied. "You're right babe, I gotta focus. My fans are most important. Without them, there would be no tour. Still, that doesn't mean I'm not looking forward to being in the arms of Kim Ryder's number one fan."
"I'm sure your mom will be glad to see you too." Brett joked, unable to help himself.
"No, well, I won't deny mom is a number one fan," She said quickly before continuing in a sexy voice, "But, the number one fan I'm referring to is tall, handsome, and the thought of what I'm going to do with him makes my pussy wet. In fact, my pussy has been aching to have his wonderful cock buried in it for weeks." At the sound of her description, the cock in question became rock hard.
"Oh, believe me," Brett said adjusting his suddenly tight pants quickly, "That fan and his cock are very anxious to see you and satisfy that ache of yours."
"Mm, glad to hear it," Kim purred, cutting Brett off. "But now we have a problem baby. My panties are soaked. I guess all this talk about you and your cock got me horny, and now my pussy is dripping wet."
"What about your nipples?" Brett asked.
"Rock hard, you naughty boy. How about you? How's that big cock of yours doing?"
"Hard as steel baby," Brett stated, doing his best porn star impression.
Kim giggled before saying, "Good. Now stroke it for me. Start slow."
Brett complied, speeding up his stroking when she told him. From the increased heaviness of breath in her voice he could tell that she was working herself off too.
"So, where are those busy hands of yours, sexy?" Brett asked.
She moaned before replying between gasps, "I got two... fingers in my pussy...and I'm kneading...my left tit with... my right hand." Brett was reminded of the day on the rocks and as the image filled his mind. The urge to cum grew much stronger. Still he worked in compliance with her instructions.
Not long after when Brett could hear that she too was close she said, "Okay baby... give it everything." She moaned softly and continued, "Cum for me... cum for Kimmmmeeee."
Kim held the word as Brett heard her orgasm take her. Brett heard little else after that, because just after she came, Brett's body convulsed and his cum erupted from his shaft.
When they had calmed down, Kim said, "You know, it's a good thing the storm put us in a hotel for the night, because this would not have been fun to explain on the bus. I just wish I could have the real thing."
"We'll be together soon enough, babe. You just need to focus and be a good girl for a few more days and then we can have some fun." Without waiting for a reply, Brett checked the clock. Seeing it was late he said, "Look, Kim, it's getting mighty late, and those of us non-pop stars have to go to work tomorrow, so I think it's time to say goodnight."
"Yeah, I better be getting some sleep too. Thanks for the chat and for playing along."
"My pleasure on both accounts. Sweet dreams, baby. Goodnight."
"You too, goodnight darling."
Brett hung up the phone, still amazed that he was wishing a mega-star goodnight. Even more, he was sad that she was not lying in his arms, cuddled against him. He had felt completeness those nights on the island with Kim, his love, cuddled against him. Now there was a vacancy he that he often wondered if someday it could be filled for more than a passing moment. Kim's schedule and lifestyle at the moment indicated it would be a while before they could have any kind of permanence.
The next few days were full of anticipation for both him and Kim. Brett was glad that the tour was to roll into town on a Sunday, as tying to focus on work those last few days with sexy images of Kim filling his head would have probably been counterproductive.
On Sunday, the arrival of Kelsey and her entourage was big news. Due to demand, she had not only sold out the Sunday show, but a second show on Monday as well. Both Kim and Brett were glad of the additional day. Although it seemed Kim was staying either way, as Brett remembered her saying, "Oh, I'm not leaving without seeing my man first. If I have to fake kidnap myself to do it, I will."
Fortunately, that turned out not to be necessary. The additional show also gave Kim cover as it gave the PR people a chance to take advantage. It seemed that 'Kelsey' was planning a big after show party. Rush Street, home of Chicago's trendy clubs, would be rocking tonight. He also suspected the hotel's top suite would be rocking into the late hours as well.
As for Kim, she had other plans. She had arranged for a much quieter, VIP reception for herself. A plan which involved the magnetic key card Brett held as he rode the elevator up to her floor.
When he reached the door, he used the key and entered quietly. Upon closing the door, he set down the large suitcase he was carrying before he silently moved toward the bed. What he saw made him go hard instantly. Lying provocatively posed on the bed was Kim. She wore a blue bra and panty set that hid nothing. Through the sheer material of the garments, Brett could see Kim's hard nipples and well groomed pussy.
He stood admiring the sight for a few minutes before realizing she was asleep. Smiling to himself he removed all but his own underwear and silently crept to the bedside. Then bending down, he softly kissed her. Then whispered, "Awaken Aurora, my sweet."
Kim stirred and sleepily joked, "I was always more of a Snow White fan." She then grabbed him and kissed him deeply. As they kissed, she rolled onto the bed and Brett followed until he straddled her. How long they made out, he was not sure, but when it was done, Kim seemed to notice something.
He felt her hand grasp his hard shaft as she asked, "Is this for me? Because I want it bad." Brett felt her pulling down his boxers and got the message. She wanted to get straight to business. No sooner had his boxers bunched around his knees then her soft hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking. His eyes met hers and he heard her plead, "Fuck me, Brett, please! I need it so bad."
Brett wasted no time removing her panties and plunging his hard shaft into her molten pussy. From the minute his cock made contact, it was clear that she was very wet. He slid right in with almost no resistance. When he bottomed out, he held there for a few seconds to let her adjust, and focused his lust on another part of her body.
Before he began to fuck her, he opened the front clasp of her bra and immediately attacked her firm mounds and swollen nipples with his mouth and hands. Kim moaned in response to this new pleasure and gripped the back of his head. At the same time, he felt her legs close behind his back, and even felt her hips start to thrust.
Getting the message, he began to thrust his hips in time with hers as he worked her tits. When she released his head he shifted to a more upright position, but still continued to knead her tits and tease her nipples. From the new position he also began to increase his rhythm.
Kim's moans grew louder as she moved close to her climax. Brett too felt the urge to cum building fast. The build-up both of them had been feeling the past few days was driving them on hard and faster. Not long after, their lust and the hard fucking took its toll, and Brett felt Kim's pussy clamp down on his shaft and she cried out in ecstasy. At that moment, Brett felt the dam break and he too came. His body convulsing with each shot of hot cum he pumped into her waiting pussy.
Spent, he collapsed onto the bed and pulled his beautiful lover toward him. She was still shaking from her orgasm as he kissed her.
"Oh god, that was good!" She exclaimed while panting. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. No, wait, only one time was harder."
"The last night on the island?" he asked and she nodded. "Me too, but that was for different reasons entirely." She smiled and he knew that she too was remembering the warmth that had enveloped them that night, the warmth of new love.
"You do amazing things to me baby." She said looking up at him, her eyes full of love.
"Right back at you, missy," Brett said with a smile.
They lay there having there nightly talk, cuddled in each other's arms. As they shared their days, Brett marveled at how good it felt just to hold her as they talked, that feeling of completeness back again. He began to wonder, in that moment, whether someday, many years down the road, they would hold each other as man and wife, discussing their life together and the lives of their children and grandchildren.
