Megan And Me 1

South by Southwest is an annual event in Austin Texas bringing music, movies and art of all types, the following is fiction, I couldn't get that lucky

"Excuse me could I sit with you, I can't find another seat out here." I looked up and saw a plan looking woman with dark raven hair and a cigarette in her mouth. I nod and offer her my seat as I take the opposite her. I know her from somewhere, it will come to me, work maybe?

"Crazy night isn't it?" she asks looking for her lighter, I snap my open and offer it to her. Her cigarette catches, I nod and close the lighter.

"It really is, with all these people for South By Southwest here." She smiles slightly, she doesn't look like an Austinite, Maybe someone from Hollywood.

She says her name is Megan, I introduce myself. While we talk I can't help but noticed the too tight t-shirt, her black bra straining to keep her breasts in. "

If I play my cards right maybe...

" I think to myself. We chit chat about the weather, and what bands or movies look good this year. She tells me she's in music, I tell her I am a independent film editor and I'm here because I normally get a free badge.

Megan is very pleasant company and far too early she checks her watch, and says she needs to turn in tonight. She reaches in to her wallet to pay for her coffees, I wave her off and tell her "it's on me." She smiles a very sweet smile and thanks me, and walks out. I think that I should have asked for her number or something! I decide to call it a night and head out the door, and who is there but Megan with a phone to her ear sounding like she's fighting with someone: "I don't care what time it is, I need a car to pick me up, do you think I know how to get back on my own?" She hangs up her phone with a sound that only a frustrated woman can make.

"I could give you a ride," I offer surprised by my own courage, she turns around clearing not expecting someone to hear her. "I don't mind really, where are you staying?" She tell me, I know right where it is, a nice 5 star hotel, one of the nicest in Austin.

"I don't believe in white knights, Craig." She tells me, I smile and tell her neither do I. We get to my car, I open the door for her and then let myself in. She talks most of the way, every now and then glancing at me with a curious look. The lights are with us and within 10 minutes we are there at the Continental, I get out and open her door before the valet can open it.

"May I take your car sir?" He asks assuming we are another couple coming in. She looks at me "Hand him the keys already." I stop my jaw from dropping. I hand him the keys and follow her in.

Even in my slacks and shirt i feel under dressed, but I play it as cool as I can. I follow her like a puppy dog into the elevator. Once inside she presses the button for the private suites and uses her keycard to prove she belongs there. "I can't take advantage of you without offering you a drink at least." To which I smile and thank her.

Once inside I am almost didn't want to sit on anything everything seemed to be worth more than I made in a year. She excused herself and went into the bedroom. I looked around and saw a notebook computer, an ash tray and with some cigarettes stubbed out in it, and a jacket tossed over a chair.

"Could you fix me a Jack and coke please?" She called from the other room, I trotted over to the wet bar. The prices were clearly labeled and as criminal as ever.

"Uh it's eight dollars for one of those airplane size bottles is that okay?" I heard a soft laugh come from the door.

"Yeah thats fine, pour yourself one too." I do and look over when I hear the door open, gone is the skin tight t-shirt and leather pants, and she's wearing a loose t-shirt and boxers. Megan takes the drink out of my hand and lets our fingers touch a moment too long. She sits on the couch and motions for me to join her.

I sit and take a sip of the drink, so does she, then smiles: "that's a little strong trying to get me drunk?" I sputter an apology and try to take the drink from her. She puts her hand over mine. "That was a joke Craig." she took another drink and set it down.

"Craig I want to ask you something and please be honest. Do you know who I am?" I shake my head.

"I thought you were an A&R or a producer." I take another sip which drains my drink.

She leans forward and kisses me softly but with passion, I slip a hand around her waist and kiss her back in kind. My hand softly tracing lines up and down her spine. Her hands pet my face, she breaks the kiss long enough to murmur "pretty boy"

Megan takes my hand and leads me to her bed, bed (HA!) it's more like double King size. Her hands untuck my shirt and lift it over my head, and with her nails she traces them back down over my chest. I take off her shirt, her breasts are even more lovely than I had imagined pale nipples on those perfect globes. I take each one in turn into my mouth: sucking and gently tugging on them pulling all the pleasure I can out of them. She gasps and moans pulling my head father into her chest.

"Kiss me." and I do, our pace getting quicker her hands tracing lines on my sides, mine petting her hair while my other hand pets her face. Slowly I begin to trace kisses down her shoulders chest stopping at her breasts, those large perfect breasts, her stomach, kissing that pale skin with eagerness. Down to her boxers, I slowly slide them off kissing the newly exposed skin seeing the little landing strip of hair so I kissed it. Tossing the boxers aside, enjoying the soft sounds she was making I kissed her thighs planting little kisses on the inside and outside of her thighs. When I got to her knees, I lifted one up and kisses the inside of her knee and her gasp made me smile.

I continued down her leg and kissed the tops of her feet while rubbing the bottom. I started my way up her other leg making love to it with my mouth and hands, enjoying myself so much that my hard dick kept pulsing and tapping her leg.

This woman that I thought was plain and kind of boring was in bed with me enjoying the pleasure I could give her. My mouth slid over to her pussy, it was open like a flower at mid day. I kissed it sucking her petals into my mouth slowly very slowly running my tongue over her clit. She breathed in through her teeth, a hiss almost as I continued to kiss her and pet her thighs and hips.

"ohh Ohh god dammit oh fuck, fuck FUCK!" Her thighs closed on my ears like a vice, i could hear her blood pump thought them as her climax brought her back off the bed, her fingers in my hair pulling me closer trapping me where I was. She brought me up and kissed me as I could feel her body twitch with after shocks. "Fuck me, fill me, I need it."

That left no question in my mind what she wanted was what I wanted, she produced a condom and quickly slipped it onto me, teasing my already hard dick. At first when I tried to enter her wet inviting pussy I thought she was a virgin, but she wasn't her walls were still clenching hard. I entered her with 1 hard thrust, "stop just for a second," I did my best to ignore my body begging me to thrust. I'm not large, but not laughable either, 7" and 4-5 around. "slowly fuck me slowly, make me remember it."

Holding her shoulders which she really enjoyed I began to fuck her with slow full strokes pushing against her muscles. I would love to say I lasted all night, but that would be a lie, after 10 minutes I knew I couldn't hold back any more, Megan could sense it and began to curse and buck with her 2nd and 3rd orgasm, that was all I needed to send me over the edge. No words came out of my mouth just a long scream, I never felt the exquisite pain of myself exploding into her, my eyes were clenched shut and I could feel a couple of tears escape my eyes.

I felt frozen for a moment in time, my new lovers hands brought me back she gently brushed the tears away and brought me down to her breast. Megan held me close, almost protectively as my body continued to convulse faintly. Soft sounds drifted out of her mouth wrapping me up in comfort. She kissed me I could taste her sweat on her mouth. "Sleep here please Craig?" I heard in a sleepy voice of her own, a smaller voice than had ever come out of her mouth.

"Of course sweetie." I responded, I tried to move to hold her, but she held me fast. Soon her breathing became deeper and softer, I could make out her skin goose fleshed and I brought the blanket up covering us both. As I quickly followed her into sleep.

***

The next morning, or afternoon as the alarm clock was happy to remind me came too quickly. The bed felt larger than normal, I looked around and found I was the only one in it. I got up and picked up my clothes up, and went into the main room, again no one. I found a note on the coffee table:

"Craig, I didn't have the heart to wake you, you looked like an angel sleeping, and we do not have the privilege of disturbing angels. I had to leave, I wanted to let you know last night was amazing, I don't pick up guys often, if ever.. You brought things out of me that had never come out before. I won't promise that you will be my only lover, but there's a part of my heart that will always be yours.

Last night I asked you who I was, because I had to know if you were here because of who I was or if you wanted to be with me, it's hard being on the road town after town. Thank you for letting me be me for one night. If you are ever in Detroit please call me I would love to get a coffee, this time I'll pay.

Thank you again, Megan"

Crap, I was a one nighter, so thats how it feels. I got dressed a little dejected as I went to retrieve my badge and wallet that was on the bar, hers was there too: Megan White, White Stripes. I just spent the night screwing a rock star?!? As I walked out of the her room I thought: "Great, but you can't tell anyone, who would believe you?"