"My prodolzhaem prostie dvizhenia. Unichtozhaem, kak porazhenie. -Gde-to nahodish,' gde-to teryaesh.' Ya povtorayayu, ty povtoryaesh'." Lena sings and I'm glad she has the whole verse because now I can focus on the pleasure for a few seconds until it's my turn to sing. I hold the microphone up to my mouth and take a breath.
"Eto lyubov,' skachut pruzhinki. Zavtra lyuboi men'she snezhinki. Nado uspet,' nevozrazhaya. Nado umet'." I'm so close, I can feel the tingling building up in my tiny clit and spreading to the rest of my body.
"Zhit prodolzhaya." Lena and I both sing the line and I'm back on my knees. "Prostie dvizhenia, ya prodolzhayu. Prostie dvizhenia, ya prodolzhayu. Prostie dvizhenia, ya prodolzhayu. Prostie dvizhenia... Prostie dvizhenia. Prostie dvizhenia. Prostie dvizhenia. Prostie dvizhenia." The music gets soft and quiet as I start panting into the microphone and rub my clit harder until I start to feel the tingling feeling build up. Lena approaches me from behind and as I'm about to come, she runs her fingers over my shoulders. And then a wave of pleasure crashes through me and I hold the microphone a few inches away from my mouth to avoid moaning into it. After I let out the shuddering breath that I'm supposed to do at that part of the song, I pull my hand out of my pants, stand up--wobbling a little--and join Lena on the stage. Throughout the rest of the song of just a repeated chorus, neither of us can keep our eyes off each other. Because our blood is pumping fast and we both know what's going to happen after the show.
CHAPTER 2
The concert ends as the crowd's applause echoes throughout the stadium and we walk offstage hand in hand. We're the first ones in the bus and now we can't keep our hands off each other, stroking our bodies in anticipation all the while kissing in an eager fashion. We'd be ripping our clothes off by now if it weren't for the fact that the rest of the band had to cram in the back with us.
I penetrate Lena's mouth with my tongue as my hand slides up her back and over her shoulder to her front. My hand travels down Lena's chest, stopping to caress her firm breasts, then keeps going down and start to go under the fabric of her thin cotton shirt when I hear a click. I retreat completely from Lena's body as the door to the bus is flung open and our band mates stand in front of the bus, obviously trying to sneak a peek at us in action, but we're already used to that old routine and just sit there with innocent smiles and big eyes looking at them. They load up all their stuff and while none of them are looking, my hand finds Lena's crouch over her pants and leaves soon afterward, making Lena tense up and glare at me. In a split second, her arms are on my wrists and I'm pinned to the seat with her hips holding me down.
She leans in towards me ear. "You better not try that again." She whispers threateningly and I can feel her hot breath and it makes me shiver. Her rough tone is making me whimper and moan at the same time. Yes ma'am--I want to say, but I keep quiet. She lets me go probably only because Troy is now entering the bus and giving us a look.
The rest of the trip back I just get hornier and hornier and Lena is looking more lustful by the second. I breathe a sigh of relief as the bus pulls into the hotel parking lot where we're staying. Lena is the first one out of the van once it reaches a stop and I soon follow her. Lena's hand takes mine and she tugs on my arm impatiently. I oblige and follow her for a few steps, but then stopped just to tease Lena. She turns and glares at me and she doesn't even have to open her mouth to inform me that bad things will happen if I do that again. Unfortunately, that sounded very tempting - so now, here I am, tied to the bed posts in a slightly uncomfortable standing position with a tie from our outfits wrapped around my eyes.
CHAPTER 3
I strain my ears to hear the rustling going on. Lena is looking for something. Something for me. I feel myself get all wet and slippery just from my vivid imagination. What's she doing? I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I continue to listen. Now her footsteps are approaching me and then I can feel her breath on my neck. Then her body is against mine, her hands find my back and unzips the shirt I have on and I'm thankful it's sleeveless as I feel it slid off my skinny body to the floor. Lena wastes no time in waiting and starts to nip at the skin on my neck impatiently. Her lips trace over the pulse in my neck up to my ears and then she starts to nibble on them, eliciting a sharp inhale of breath from me. While her hands working on unbuttoning my jeans, her lips find my neck again and she opens her mouth wide enough to take a chunk of skin between her teeth and clamps down softly on it, enough to make me moan but not enough to where it's painful. Before I even realize Lena had finished undoing the fly on my jeans, my pants are around my ankles and she makes no move to take them completely off, so I suppose she's leaving them as a sort of bondage for my feet. A moan is drawn from deep within my throat as Lena drags her tongue up my stomach to stop at my breast, nibbling on the soft flesh until my nipples stand hard, aching to be touched. I whimper when Lena's body is gone again, rustling around in whatever it was she brought here unbeknownst to me. A sudden blast of cool air, from a window I didn't know was open when we walked in, spills over my body, making my nipples harder-if that was possible.
I shiver at the cold touch of the fingers from Lena's left hand when they touch my thigh, pulling my legs apart, obviously for easier access to my hot, dripping pussy. What I think is Lena's hand suddenly touches my clit and I thrust my hips forward to meet the smoothness of it as she starts moving it back and forth so slowly that I pump my hips faster just to create more friction between us. I moan - so loud that I'm certain the other band members across the hall easily could have heard - as I find out that what I perceived to be Lena's hand is actually a vibrator that I had no idea Lena ever had. And as soon as it came, she stops it, her breath coming in short breaths next to my neck.
"Did you like that?" Lena asks, deep from her throat. I smile wickedly.
"Eh, it was alright." Obviously seeing through my lie, Lena turns it on full blast hard against my clit, eliciting another deep, drawn-out, shuddering moan from me. I close my mouth to muffle the insanely loud moans and groans erupting from my throat, my jaw tightly clenched to make sure that I keep it closed.
