It was February, with racing season just about to start. It was one of Justin's favorite sports, especially with the rise of a beautiful young racer named Natalie Decker. Natalie was a petite, blonde beauty of 20 who got Justin's engine revving. He had tickets and a pit pass to watch his fantasy girl compete in an Arca race at Daytona. It was a week before he was due to make the trip, and he had just woken up one morning.
Justin only slept in his boxers since he lived alone in Los Angeles once his music career took off, and with the band he fronted not beginning their tour for another month, he decided to take in Natalie's first race of the new year. He had woken up and went to shower, at that moment, lust popped into his mind, he was thinking about how beautiful Natalie was but particular image of her was stuck in his mind; her in yoga pants. Justin had no idea how great of a booty Natalie had until he saw her in them.
Now his thoughts turned from mere fandom to insatiable lust. The thought of Natalie in those pants made him rock hard as the water cascaded down his body, causing him to stroke his erect penis a bit. He snapped out of it and stopped after a few minutes, thinking I gotta save this for her just in case. He gets out, gets dressed and carries on about his business.
A week later, he traveled to Daytona, met Natalie in the pits before the race.
Before she climbed into her car, Justin looked at Natalie, and said "I've got a good luck charm just for you."
Natalie, intrigued, replied "Really? What would that be?"
Justin responded by kissing Natalie's sweet strawberry lips passionately causing her to wrap her arms around him tightly.
After which they stared deep in each other's eyes. Justin said, "just win baby". Natalie, speechless and pumped up got in her car and raced with Justin sitting atop her pit box.
A few hours later Natalie won the race, and immediately after, approached Justin whom she believed got her to victory and told him, "your kiss payed off, I'm gonna have to reward you for that". Justin smiled and nodded in approval, his mind wondering if he was finally gonna fuck his celebrity crush.
Later that night, Justin and Natalie were alone in her hotel room, still celebrating her improbable Daytona victory. Natalie had changed into the very yoga pants that had aroused Justin the week before, and it turned him on again.