Cheryle and I usually masturbate together, which is hot. It's sexy to see her touch herself, it definitely turns her on to watch me. I even think about the times we've gotten off solo-but-together when we're having sex sometimes such a turn on. It's just so hot and weirdly voyeuristic.
I met Cheryle at an open mic night, a shy little redhead with the cutest blue eyes, we hit it off immediately. Her beautiful voice filling my ears as the band, and I played along. I had to have a drink with her on our break, finding her at a corner table, taking a seat without waiting to be asked.
How we ended up in the bathroom, that first night, my nose buried in her red pubes, is a blur. Our friendship grew from there getting together a couple times a week to jam and make love. I loved her posh downtown apartment with the view of Lake Michigan. Lounging on her couch making beautiful music together.
Watching each other strum and pluck our instruments, rubbing her cute little feet with mine, seeing her smile with desire in her eyes. Un-bottoming her jeans, her hand disappearing inside red panties, following suit, starring in those blue eyes. Artist performing for each other to bring mutual pleasure.
This has become our favorite activity watching, playing, performing, Cheryle has a regular Saturday night gig which I sit in on if my band isn't playing somewhere. She likes the green room there, though it is not green, she calls it the green room anyway. We hide away there between sets playing with our wet cunts.
Watching her finger herself, exploring her body, tasting, loving herself is so hot. The mirror in Cheryle's bedroom adds another element to the show. Seeing the whole scene play out with an artist's eye. Our faces distorted in pleasure, extasy, bodies shaking, toes curling, perfection, beauty.