The Green Room 03

When I approached the bar manager about starting an open mic night he readily agreed. The Players Pub has been a musician/songwriter haven since the early seventies. So I was tasked with putting together a house band and playing host for the evening. I printed flyers, found the drummer, Keith. a thirty-six year old fireman eager to live out his rock and roll fantasy. The bass player, Sandy, was a grad student at Depaul, twenty-four with short blond hair, green eyes, five-four, tattoo and pierced.

We jammed together a few times before the big night to get the feel of each other. The sound was tight and the chemistry was good. As the first night approached Sandy and I started hanging out together, jamming or just talking, she was a regular visitor to my apartment. I enjoy her company so young, so free, I missed my college years before life became real.

She was over on Wednesday night, laying on the couch facing each other, strumming and playing with acoustic guitars, singing folk songs. She was dressed in ripped jeans a Depaul university T-shirt, with no bra on her small breast. her nipples poking at the fabric. Sandy's barefoot tapping mine as we played music a growing dampness in my panties.

Taking I break, I got up to retrieve us some more beers, Sandy headed to the bathroom. Returning to the couch I sipped my beer waiting for her return. When I heard the first moans it took a minute to realize they were coming from my bedroom. Listening to her moans of delight was intoxicating has I stood and walked toward the bedroom. Reaching the doorway I saw Sandy naked on my bed.

Her hands fondling her breast, pinching those delicate nipples, caressing, squeezing them. moaning in pleasure or pain. Bringing one breast to her mouth, teasing, flicking her tongue over the hard nipple. Taking her time, putting on a good show, I let my hand slide down, into my panties to my wet pussy. Watching her my eyes transfixed on the show.

Sandy was rubbing her cunt softly, caressing, making love to herself, letting fingers play with the lips. Inserting one, two fingers, three, inside her thrusting into that wet cunt. Using the other hand to find a swollen clit, rubbing it, the whole time starring into my blue eyes. her juices making a slurping sound as fingers thrust in then out. She was skilled at the art of fucking herself, performing for me.

Tingling all over, legs spread, knees bent, what a great view of her sex I had. My juices trickling down my thigh - shivers up my spine. Watching each other please ourselves, moaning, rising off the bed to meet her fingers, plunging deep inside that wet pussy. Waves of sheer pleasure encompassing me, something primal taking over, losing all rational control, serving only to desire, pleasure. Licking her fingers eagerly, gasping "I'm yours, take me, make me cum for you, watch me perform."

Steeping out of my jeans and panties, performing for each other, watching her touching her pussy, writhing in pleasure, watching me perform as she performs for me. Lust, desire, eyes filled with voyeuristic pleasure, our screams forming a perfect harmony. Orgasms leaving us exhausted, spent, snuggling close together, so warm, arms and legs intertwined. I could lay here all night, lost in the moment, but the crowd rises to their feet, chanting one more, one more, shall we give them an encore.

Swinging around, to find Sandy's beautiful warm wet pussy, straddling her sweet face, lowering, feeling her tongue, nose in my red bush, sixty-nine. Your scent is intoxicating, tasting your cunt, pussy juices covering my face, grinding into Sandy's mouth. Feeling her hands grab my ass cheeks, this bed is our love stage, so good together, making music or making love. Muffled moans filling my ears, raising her hips to meet my tongue, stars of the show.

Crowd going wild as we play out the encore, dragging it out, hitting the finer notes. Sex sounds filling the bedroom, I love the artist you are and the artist you helped me become, come with baby for the big finally. Orgasms crashing over us, faces dripping, cries of delight, crowd roaring, bodies shaking, toes curling, pure pleasure, another great show, take a bow, thank the crowd. Exiting the stage covered in sweat, into the back room, hugging, kissing, I love performing with you.

Sandy is a kindred spirit, a fellow performer, a lover of sound, the show must go on. The first open mic night was fun sharing the night/stage with fellow musicians, performers, lovers of sound. Ending in the green room has Sandy went down, into my red bush, eating my wet pussy with her long tongue. Grabbing her hair pulling her in, screaming in delight, has her tongue works it's magic. The art of performance, bringing pleasure, what a beautiful sight Sandy on her knees.