As a kid I picked up the saxophone and played in the school bands (Yeah I was one of those high school band nerds). I got interested in Jazz and Blues at the age of 14 and started listening to records of all the great jazz sax players. I played in big bands through college and did some Latin salsa gigs with a funky band in San Bernardino (wasn't even 21 yet). We did a bunch of Tower of Power and Sons of Champlain mixed in with salsa.
I came here to go to school to study art. Once out of school I continued to play in original music bands around town. So I had played a lot and had plenty of chops do just about any kind of music. I hooked up with an old highschool buddy who is a fantastic guitar player. With a couple of other guys we formed a punk rhythm and blues band called "The Hornhounds".
This was about 1982 and we were beginning to make a scene around town. We did not make much money (we all had day jobs), but it was a gas, and there were lots of perks.....
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It was a cool March Saturday night and the club was packed early. The Hornhounds were headlining, and it was great to know that the energy at the club was for us. There was always an opening band, so it gave us time to work the crowd, drink and schmooze with all the beautiful girls.
I noticed a real cutie with short blond hair sitting at the bar. She was dressed in a modest business suit, kind of out of place for this joint, but figured she must have just come from work. There was a stool next to her, open, so I stepped up and ordered a draft.
" Hey you're the sax player!" I smiled; at least I had that going on. When I turned to look at her closely I noticed she had full, fresh breasts and a peaches and cream complexion, She must have been at least 7 or 8 years younger than me. ( I was an old 29)
She held out her petite hand.
"I'm Cindy."
"Is that Cindy with a 'C' or an 'S'." I joked. She gives me a pouty frown.
"Hey Cindy, I'm the little bighorn." I grasped her hand firmly
"I know, I come here almost every night to watch you.... guys"
We chatted and I checked her out. She was a nice little package, small but voluptuous. Nice round ass. I have a real pussy fetish and tried to get a glimpse of her mound. She had her legs together, so I could not really check it out. I was horny. Seriously horny, 911 horny. I had split up with the high school girlfriend for about the 10th time in 12 years and had not been with a woman in 13 months. So any kind of exchange with a woman had me hard as a rock.
I was prone to wearing tight jeans, boots and t-shirts while playing. I had been working construction as a carpenter for a few years and I was really muscled and tight. I was glad to flaunt it. I had been a pretty skinny nerdy kid growing up, and found this new body exciting.
We kept talking about music and art and I was becoming intrigued with her, and so was my dick. I tried to conceal the bulge in my tight pants, but it wasn't easy.
"You going to be able to play like that?" she was looking down at my crotch.
I blushed and then laughed
"Tell me how I did when the show is over!" It was time to go to work.
The first few tunes were always real barnburners that got the whole crowd up and dancing. I just loved watching a room rock out to our music. From up on the stage, I stood right up front and always had a premier view of the crowd. I could easily look down the blouses of all the chippies and most of them did not wear bras. It was a feast for the eyes.
I had the horn in my mouth and was blowing a ride on a real funky tune. Usually I would close my eyes and play and get into the music, but this time I was looking for Cindy. She was about 10 feet from the stage, dancing with some guy, but our eyes locked and we were in a private world, in the middle of about 200 people. As I played, we just watched each other, she started touching her breasts, squeezing them, ran her hands down her hips and then one hand on her mound.
She was mouthing "Fuck me, Fuck me". My dick was ready to explode as I hit the high hard one in the middle of the solo, I saw her eyes roll back, and she screamed something, nobody really paid attention because the music was so loud. I saw her point at me.. at my crotch and cover her mouth. I turned away from the crowd, I hadn't cum, but had a quarter dollar size spot on my faded jeans at the tip of my cock! Somebody in the band saw me started laughing and threw water on me, actually the best thing to do. After the gig, Cindy was waiting outside.
"Walk to my car?" sure I said.
"I guess you can play LIKE THAT"
We got to her car and did not say anything, but launched into a major liplock. My dick, which was now sore from being hard, all night sprang back up, she could feel it.
Mmmmmm. I don't want this to stop, but I've got to work tomorrow."
Damn. She promised to come and see us the following evening, which was a Friday night, and promised some fulfillment. I went home, wanting to jerk off. I stroked my cock a bit but was too tired and drunk, and thought, If I am going to end my celibacy tomorrow night, I want plenty of cum to shoot onto that beautiful woman.
