"I want some stuff like that there..."Kelly Clarkson's powerful voice echoes through the amphitheater. The newest 'idol' stands on stage, sexy in her black dress and heels, her pouty lips glistening with dark raspberry lipstick. The audience is captivated by her curves, and Mike and I are no exceptions. I'm wearing a black dress too, the one that Mike tells me he loves because it hugs my 5'9" body. My blonde hair falls just short of my shoulders, and my dress compliments my hazel eyes. Mike stands behind me, not just the typical tall, dark, and handsome β at 6'4," with chestnut hair and amazing green eyes, he's perfect. His arms are around my waist, pulling me into his muscular body, swaying with me to the music as we watch Kelly.
I love the feel of his body against mine, and as the song ends he pulls me closer and whispers into my ear. His deep bass voice never fails to send shivers down my spine and weaken my knees as he whispers "Baby, I think Kelly is so sexy." I turn toward him and nod agreement, saying "She definitely is, tiger...mmmm I must say I'd like a piece of her." Mike lets out a small moan, and Kelly starts a new song β this time a fast, upbeat number. Mike rests his hands on my hips and pulls me in to him, changing our dance from swaying to grinding with the new rhythm. As Kelly dances sensuously on stage, Mike turns me around, pulling me back and grinding into my ass. The lyrics start and he bends down, kissing my neck, nearly making me dizzy.
As we dance, it's obvious that the crowded atmosphere, sexy singer, and hot beat are turning us both on. I can feel Mike becoming nice and hard behind me, and he knows from the way I'm moving that I'm just as excited as he is. His hands begin to roam over my body as we grind together, getting closer and closer to the hem of my short dress. He slides one hand over my smooth thigh, up underneath my dress. I hear him moan as he feels my lacy thong panties, and he leans closer, moaning into my ear, asking me if they're red. I answer, "of course, baby!" and his moan gets louder as he pushes them aside and thrusts two fingers up into my soaking wet pussy.
My knees buckle as I cry, "Oh, tiger!" Luckily, the room is loud, what with Kelly's singing and the cheering of the crowd, and only Mike can hear me. He murmurs, "Does my naughty kitty like this?" and I can barely form a response. I manage to squeak out a yes as he curls his fingers inside of me and uses his palm to massage my clit. Just then, I look up on stage and Kelly's gaze is transfixed on us. She gives me a sexy wink, and it's obvious that she's the only person in the huge auditorium who can see Mike fingering me. She finishes a particularly high note with a slight pelvic thrust forward β is it possible that this sexy singer could be getting turned on by me and Mike? She winks again...it is possible!! She's getting hot on stage watching us!
This turns me on more than I can imagine, and, barely muffling my scream of pleasure, I cum all over Mike's fingers, shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Mike, who witnessed this whole display, pulls his fingers out and slowly tongues each one, licking my juice. Kelly is practically glued to us now, instead of the reverse, and she points to us as she sings, leaving us wondering what she means. A few minutes later, Mike feels a tap on his shoulder, and when he turns, he finds one of Kelly's huge bodyguards. Afraid that they're mad and that we were caught, he begins to stammer, but the guard just hands him a note...it smells delicious, like a sexy perfume, and the message is in flowing handwriting:
"Dear Sexy Couple in the front row, I saw your antics earlier and I must confess that watching has me incredibly turned on. If you don't have plans, I'd love it if you could meet me in my dressing room after the show. Just show this to the bodyguard who came to get you. I can't wait to see you! Love and XXX, Kelly"
Mike and I look at each other and our eyes simultaneously light up. Imagine, Kelly inviting us backstage! As Kelly blows away the crowd again with her encore, our song, "Before Your Love," Mike and I sway close together, our heated bodies pressed up against each other, listening to Kelly's beautiful voice, our minds burning with the thoughts of what might happen when we got to meet the sexy siren. Holding hands, trembling in nervousness and lust, we approach the bodyguard backstage, and Mike holds out Kelly's note. The guard gives us an envious wink and tells us he'll lead us to Kelly's dressing room. Mike and I look at each other with big smiles on our faces, and begin to follow the guard. Mike walks close behind me β to the observer his hand is casually placed on my waist and his body is close to mine, but in reality he's hiding his cock, which is growing with anticipation, from the crowd of people. Feeling him pressed up against my ass is beginning to turn me on again, and I begin to hope fervently that Kelly has invited us to her dressing room for the purpose we want. We both need release badly, and I know I'm hoping that Kelly needs us just as badly after watching our little "show."
We reach her dressing room door and the guard raps three times, sharply. The door opens...and she stands there, still wearing her sexy black dress and heels, her hair curling over her shoulders. She looks at us, blatantly letting her eyes roam over our bodies, and then steps back, saying, "Oh, I was hoping you would come! Please, come in!" She ushers us in and closes the door, leaving the bodyguard outside and sliding the lock into place. We stand there, face to face with her, eyeing her body as she checks us out.