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A Lonely Coach Ch 03

A Lonely Coach Ch 03

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Kelsea Ballerini was starting to feel lonely again. She was still out on the road, performing multiple shows a week, while flying to LA when she was needed to film episodes of The Voice. Her boyfriend. Chase Stokes, had finally finished filming his latest movie and had joined her for a few dates on the tour and she felt like their relationship had really turned a corner.

She hadn't told him about the little fling she had had with a member of her team from The Voice, a country rock singer named Gunnar Hooper. She did feel bad for stepping out on Chase, but didn't regret it. Since Gunnar had left the show, Kelsea was happy to see that Gunnar didn't quit on his music and was actively out touring.

Kelsea was currently laying down in her tour bus, having just finished a show in St. Louis and was waiting for the crew to finish everything up before they started the nearly six hour drive to Tulsa, Oklahoma, the location of her next show. As she scrolled through Instagram, a post from Gunnar playing a show popped up and she turned on the sound to listen to him playing one of his original songs. At the end of the video, Gunnar posted his up-coming tour dates and she realized that they would both be in Oklahoma at the same time.

As she felt her bus beginning to move, pulling out of the arena she had just played, Kelsea opened up the maps app on her phone and typed in the location of Gunnar's show from that night and where he was playing next. She smiled as she saw that his route would take him right through Tulsa and before she knew it, she was typing out a text to him, inviting him to her show the next night.

Kelsea fell asleep a short time later, being comforted by the moving bus and the memories of her last time with Gunnar filling her mind. Unknown to her as she slept, Gunnar was awake, also on the road, and typing out a return message to Kelsea, telling her he would meet her at the arena and was excited to see her again.

The next day at the arena in Tulsa, Kelsea was bouncing from place to place, doing a radio interview here, a meet and greet there, a sound check after the stage was set up, and trying to find a few moments to herself, something she always tried to do, but really struggled with. She had finally found some time to sit down, free of any obligations, and called Chase to talk to him.

Sitting on a case that once held some equipment in the back of the arena, Kelsea had her long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail, sitting high on top of her head, and was wearing a very simple T-shirt and a pair of jeans. She was leaning back on the case, watching the crew running around, checking on all the last second details needed for the concert, when she spotted Gunnar, talking to somebody he must have known previously.

Tall and incredibly good looking, Gunnar had a killer smile that made Kelsea's stomach jump when he spotted her and waved. She quickly told Chase that she was being summoned and hung up her phone, jumping off the equipment case and walking towards Gunnar as he made his way to her. Once there, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his arms around her waist, pulling each other in for a hug. As she felt his hands on her back, she once again remembered what they could do to her.

"Gunnar, its so good to see you again. Thanks for coming!" Kelsea said as they hugged.

"Thanks for the invite. No way I could ever say no to you. Its crazy to see the backstage of a star's show," he said as they ended the hug.

Kelsea giggled and said, "I don't know about being a star but it's certainly insane and I still can't believe its been happening."

"Oh, whatever," Gunnar said. "You've been out here killing it! I actually caught your show about a month ago in Seattle. It was amazing. I'm excited to watch it again."

"Really? Why didn't you reach out and say you were there? It would have been great to see you!" Kelsea said as they started to walk around.

"I know. I definitely thought about it. But, I was on a date and didn't want to appear to be rude, texting another woman," he said.

Kelsea felt her heart sink a little as he mentioned being on a date, which she thought was ridiculous. She was happy with Chase and Gunnar had every right to date anybody he wanted to. But, she did start to question just why she had invited him. "Oh yeah? A date? I would have loved to meet her," she said as she led him to the catering arena.

Gunnar picked up a couple of plates and handed one to Kelsea as he laughed and said, "She would have loved that but didn't deserve it."

"Really? Wasn't a good date?" Kelsea asked, putting some food on her plate.

"Let's just say that I wrote a song called Wrong Kind of Woman about her afterwards," Gunnar said.

"Wow. Should have ditched her and just came and hung out backstage," Kelsea laughed as they went and found a table to sit and eat at.

After they were done eating and doing some more catching up, Kelsea passed Gunnar off to somebody on the road crew to show him where he could watch the show from. Kelsea went into her dressing room to put on her first outfit of the night. As she pulled on the multi-colored sequined mini dress, the purple, pink, and red sequins shimmered in the light. After putting on a pair of fishnets stockings, she admired herself in the full length mirror set up in the dressing room.

She adjusted the scooped neckline of the dress, making sure she was well tucked into it. Kelsea knew that she had a hot body, one that attracted the attention of many men and women, and she loved to show it off, but she didn't want to have any accidents happen, like what happened to her friend, Maren Morris. Maren wasn't wearing underwear while performing a set in a skirt with a deep cut in it, and flashed everybody her pussy.

Kelsea did a few different poses in the mirror, bending over different ways, making sure everything was covered. Although she had on a small pink thong that matched pretty well with the dress, she still would rather not show it to anybody. Except maybe Gunnar...

As her opening acts performed, Kelsea walked through a different dressing room, this one right off the stage. She would change outfits multiple times throughout the show and always made sure they were all properly lined out before hand, to prevent mistakes from happening. As her stylish went over everything with her, Kelsea spied Gunnar off to the side, watching the opening act, and she felt a pang in her stomach for him.

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"Are you sticking around for the entire show?" Kelsea asked him a few minutes later after walking up next to him.

Gunnar, with a beer in his hand, looked over at her as he said, "Yeah, of course. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else. You look amazing, by the way."

"Thanks," Kelsea said, watching her opening act perform.

When she was called away a few minutes later to finish preparing, Kelsea felt like somebody was watching her. She turned around to see Gunnar watching her leave. As they made eye contact, Gunnar raised his beer to her, and she wiggled her ass back at him.

When Kelsea finally hit the stage that night, she was blown away by the crowd. But, her mind kept drifting back to Gunnar. Finally, during a mid-show break, after changing into another outfit, she found him backstage and walked up to him. He was still holding a beer that she took from him, took a small sip of it, then set it down. As Gunnar looked at her confused, she took him by the hands, and got up on her tiptoes to quickly kiss his lips.

"I have to go back on stage, but, I need to know, will you meet me on my tour bus after the show?" She asked him, a begging and longing look in her eyes. Gunnar told her yes before Kelsea ran back out onto the stage, giddy with excitement.

After the show was over, Kelsea hurried to change her clothes, slipping into a pair of sweats with only her pink thong on under them. She quickly took a shot whiskey with her band and crew and thanked everybody for their hardwork before she took off for the bus, claiming that she was tired and needed to lay down. They didn't have to be at another city for a few days so she knew they wouldn't be leaving that night and would be undisturbed on the bus, as a smile crept onto her face at what was to come.

Gunnar was actually waiting for her outside the bus as she walked to it and he gave her a hug and thanked her again for inviting him as Kelsea opened the door and let them both inside, locking it behind her.

"Of course," she said as Gunnar sat down on the couch and Kelsea opened up the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of wine for herself and threw Gunnar a Heineken bottle.

As he caught it and opened it, he asked her, "Aw, did you buy my favorite beer just for me?"

Kelsea giggled and said, "Actually, Chase likes to drink it."

"Really now? And what will he think about one being gone? And what will he think about a guy being alone with you on the bus?" Gunnar asked her.

In response, Kelsea downed her glass of wine before moving over and sitting down next to him. She put one of her legs under her butt as she sat turned towards him and put her hand on his leg. "Oh you what? He's not here and I'm lonely."

"Fair enough," Gunnar said as he finished his beer and set it next to Kelsea's empty wine glass. Gunnar shifted around until he was facing Kelsea and put his hand on her cheek and guided her face up to his.

When their lips met, it was a slow and steady embrace that quickly turned into a very heated and passionate make out session as Kelsea climbed onto his lap and immediately started to roll her hips back and forth on his groin. "Oh my God. I've missed your touch," Kelsea moaned in between kisses as Gunnar slipped his hands into her sweater and started to rub her bare skin, sending shivers up and down her body.

Kelsea could feel his cock hardening under her and moaned again as she pressed her groin into it. Gunnar started to kiss all over her face and neck but briefly pulled away when he pulled her sweater up and off, tossing it to the floor behind them. His hands instantly went to cup her small breasts, as his lips continued to kiss all over her now bare chest, trailing down to her breasts.

Any reservations that Kelsea may have been having went out the window when she felt Gunnar's tongue and lips on her nipples. "I need you in me," Kelsea breathed out as she stood up from Gunnar's lap and started to pull down on her sweatpants as she watched Gunnar quickly discard his clothes.

Kelsea smiled as she saw Gunnar's long, thick cock and felt his hands tugging her thong down. He put his palm on her wet, clean-shaven pussy and rubbed it as Kelsea wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a few strokes before climbing back onto his lap. With one hand on the back of the couch to hold herself steady, Kelsea inserted the tip of his cock into her vagina before letting go of it and sliding down his shaft, moaning as he stretched her insides.

Kelsea wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned forward, pressing her naked body against his as she started to roll her hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. Gunnar put his hands on her hips, another shiver going through her body at his touch, and they passionately kissed.

As the kiss ended, Kelsea rested her forehead against Gunnar's and felt his hands starting to move her hips up and down. Her mouth opened as she moaned with every time that he brought her down and she said, "Fuck,Gunnar, I love it when you take control."

In response, Gunnar moved his hands up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and stood up from the couch, causing his cock to slip out of her. Kelsea let out a disappointed sigh but then yelped in surprise and tightly wrapped her legs and arms around his body as he started to walk towards the back of her bus until he found her bed.

Once there, he sat her down on the floor, and Kelsea looked up at him with a lustful look on her face. She eagerly returned his kiss before he put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around, gently pushing on her back to get her to bend over the bend. Kelsea shook her head to get her ponytail to flip around as she looked behind her, moaning as Gunnar easily slid his cock back into her.

Kelsea used her forearms to support herself on the bed, angling her body just right so that Gunnar could begin pounding into her. She used her legs, with her feet still on the floor, to push back against Gunnar, their groins meeting together with a moist sounding slap as he pushed forward. He had one hand on her hip while his other hand roamed her body.

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"Fuck, yes, Gunnar, spank my ass," Kelsea moaned as he raised his hand up and brought it down on her buttcheeks, alternating between the two sides.

"God, just touch me everywhere," she said as she put her forehead on the bed while Gunnar's hand moved up and down her back.

"Harder. Harder, baby," Kelsea moaned again as he wrapped his fingers around her ponytail and started to pull back on it. As her body finally raised up off the bed, Gunnar took his hand off her hip and moved it around to her chest, cupping her breast, and squeezing it roughly.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck! Harder! Oh my fucking God!" Kelsea moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She started to orgasm, her body going rigid from it, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was only being held up by Gunnar's grip on her hair and breast.

As she climaxed, Gunnar leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I've dreamed of this moment ever since the last time I fucked you. Remembering how great it felt to cum inside you. Either your mouth or your pussy. Up until now, I would have gladly finished in either. But, seeing your back...now sexy it is. So smooth. I feel like it's begging to be covered."

"Fuck," Kelsea moaned as Gunnar let go, letting Kelsea fall flat on the bed. She felt his cock slip out of her pussy, sad that the feeling it gave her was gone. She closed her eyes as she felt the first stream of his cum landing on back, quickly followed more. She fell into a blissful state as she heard him moaning and felt the warm, sticky substance, covering her back.

When Gunnar was done, Kelsea finally opened her eyes up, twisted her head around, and looked back at him. "Admiring your handiwork?" She teased him, swaying her ass from side to side.

"Something like that," he laughed.

"Can you stay the night?" Kelsea asked, almost begging.

"Of course. I could never say no to you," Gunnar replied.

Another month went by in Kelsea's life after her hook up with Gunnar in Tulsa. She had finished her tour and was staying full-time in LA while she filmed back-to-back seasons of The Voice. Chase came out and stayed with her for a week before having to fly back out to continue filming. She was proud of him and loved him deeply and with all of her heart, but as soon as he was gone, she was texting Gunnar, as they kept up a steady stream of messages back and forth, usually of the sultry variety.

Kelsea had developed a pretty good routine for herself since moving to LA and getting away from Nashville and the country music scene. A coffee shop and a gym were just down the street from the house she was renting and she loved to walk there on a daily basis, sitting back to enjoy her coffee before getting a workout from a personal trainer. On the days that she didn't have to go film The Voice, she took plenty of time to relax, do yoga, read a book, or work on writing songs for a new album she was hoping to record next year.

The morning sun cast a warm glow across the pavement as Kelsea stood confidently on her yoga mat, the soft sheen of sweat on her sun-kissed skin catching the light like a badge of dedication. Dressed in a sleek black sports bra and matching high-waisted workout shorts, her toned frame radiated strength, grace--and undeniable beauty. She knew it, too. She felt the way the air shifted when she walked into a room, the way heads turned. Kelsea wasn't just a star--she was the kind of woman men fantasized about and never forgot. And in moments like this, with her body still humming from movement and heat, she didn't just feel powerful. She felt utterly, irresistibly desired.

A black headband kept her blonde hair tucked neatly away, framing a face that was flushed from exertion but still wore a soft, knowing smile--one touched with the quiet satisfaction of a woman who understood her own allure.

Around her lay signs of routine--green dumbbells, a resistance band, a water bottle, and a half-finished iced coffee. They were distractions, really, tools to help her tune out the ache that lived in her chest. She missed Chase, sure. He was sweet, steady, good to her. But her thoughts strayed too often lately... to Gunnar. The way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. The spark in his voice when he said her name. There was danger in him, but also an electricity she couldn't stop craving.

She dropped to her knees on the mat, her arms falling to her sides as her chest rose and fell in rhythm. She closed her eyes and let herself drift--into memory, into fantasy. Her fingers grazed her stomach, trailing downward as heat bloomed low in her belly. The ache had returned, deeper now, more urgent. And she wasn't about to ignore it.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding the warmth that waited for her touch. She moaned softly, just for herself, knowing exactly how to tease and please. Every brush of her fingers stoked the fire, every breath was a reminder of how alive she felt in her skin. She thought of Gunnar--his rough hands, the weight of his body over hers, the way his eyes would darken when she leaned in just a little too close.

She was already wet, the pressure building fast, her thighs tightening around her hand. She knew what she was doing, how good she looked doing it, and how any man--Chase, Gunnar, any of them--would lose themselves at the sight of her like this. She thought back to the first time her and Gunnar had done a video call and she let him watch her masturbate and how quickly he had cum while watching. Her other hand slid up to her chest, tugging down the edge of her sports bra to pinch her nipple, a rush of sensation making her gasp.

Her rhythm quickened, hips moving in time, her body chasing release with the confidence of a woman who had long since stopped asking for permission to feel good. It was hers. She was hers. And she would take what she needed.

The orgasm hit hard, sharp and overwhelming, stealing her breath as her body arched, pulsed, and finally collapsed in a wave of bliss. She stayed there on her knees, trembling slightly, her chest rising and falling as the aftershocks rolled through her.

When she opened her eyes, a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips. She looked like a goddess in the sunlight--flushed, glowing, fierce. She knew it. And deep down, she also knew this: Chase might love her, but Gunnar wanted her. And she wanted him. She fixed her sports bra to make sure her nipples were covered and stood up. Grabbing her phone, she took a selfie of herself, pointing downwards, showing off her body, glowing from her orgasm and glistening with sweat from her workout. She quickly typed out a message to Gunnar, "How far are you from LA? And how fast can you get here?" And she sent both the message and the picture to him.

It was a few days later when Gunnar was finally able to get to LA. The day he came, Kelsea was busy filming a couple episodes of The Voice, while giving him directions to her house and how to get in to it so that he could be waiting for her. Throughout the day, especially once he arrived, Kelsea could feel the anticipation building for when she finally was finished. She snapped a picture of the dress she was wearing and sent it to him. He begged her to wear it back to her house that night.

Kelsea lingered by the oversized red chair, the soft glow of the studio lights accentuating her flawless skin. The white dress she wore clung to her body like a second skin, its delicate fabric tracing every curve, from the curve of her hips to the rise of her toned thighs. The ruched details teased the shape of her figure, leaving little to the imagination. One shoulder was adorned with a bold red rose, its stem winding down between her breasts, a sensual trail marking her body as if nature itself had chosen her.

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