Danielle is forty-three years old, divorced, mom of one, she lives up interstate ninety, just over the state line in Wisconsin. She is a gorgeous woman, curvy in all the right places, with big round eyes that seem to stare into my soul. She likes to be called Danie that's how she introduced herself to me after my show but I knew her she had been coming to hear my music for awhile.
The first time she was with two other woman sitting at a table right up front. I noticed the hot outfit she had on tight black leather pants, with a drop shoulder top, two inch black heels. She looked like her picture should be on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine. During my second set, I looked out into the audience, Danie was touching herself under the table, no, but yes, she was rubbing herself, being at the front table, I could see her movements under the table, strangely erotic, making my dampness grow in my panties.
Between sets back in the green room I let my hand slide down slowly over my stomach, into my wet panties, through my red pubes, to my wet pussy. Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my labia. Inserting one, then two fingers inside me, slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My other hand following the same path to find my clit rubbing it gently, my juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. Thinking of the lady touching herself in the front row, pleasure flowing, tingling, toes curling, screaming.
The second time I saw her was maybe a month later, this time she was alone, wearing ripped jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt, again she sat at a table right upfront. Through my first set Danie stared intently with those big eyes, I felt naked, I was of course turned on by the attention from such a hot lady, would she touch herself again? For me.
About half way through the second set, my eye caught her hand under the table, she was rubbing her crotch. Watching me, I couldn't look away, was she as wet, excited, as I was. When I finished the set I rush into the green room. Laying on the cough, exploring every inch of my body, softly touching my breast, pinching my nipples, writhing in pleasure as my fingers explored my wetness, disappearing inside me. Slowly moving in then out my juices flowing, my scent filling the room, rhythm increased, my cute toes curled, moans escaped my lips, thinking of the woman at the front table touching herself, waves of pleasure crashed over me. When I came out for the last set she was gone.
