The Green Room Ch 08

In 1872, immediately following the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, a two-story balloon frame wooden structure with a detached cottage in the rear was constructed. An engineer company rented the front of the building in the back was a grocery store with living quarters in the rear cottage.

Following the fire, Chicago passed a fire code ordinance prohibiting construction of wooden commercial buildings in the Central Business District. The Green Door Tavern is one of the few remaining frame structures built prior to this fire ordinance.

The Racking (leaning) of the building occurred shortly after the building settled and has been that way for over 100 years. In 1921, the restaurant was established on the 1st floor and many of the bar fixtures were installed in the 20's still exist in the present bar and restaurant.

Over the years, the restaurant/bar was sold many times finally renamed the Green Door Tavern. During prohibition if the door of a restaurant was painted green, it indicated the presence of a speakeasy in that establishment.

From its earliest days, The Green Door Tavern has been a neighborhood favorite. From it's warm wooden interiors, decorative backsplash of memorabilia from days long past, and down-to-earth staff have kept its many loyal customers happy through Chicago's changing times.

Jesse and I play there on Thursday nights easy listening acoustic dinner music. A fun gig for a receptive clientele in a great atmosphere. A greet selection of beers, wine, cocktails and food options. We play for just food and drinks and a fun night out.

Surprisingly the Green Door Tavern has no green room so Jessie and I decompress at my tenth floor apartment after performing there. In the summer sitting on the balcony starring at the lakeshore sipping wine and chatting.

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The first time we kissed was on that balcony after a Thursday night show. Hands exploring our bodies, rubbing, caressing, a building heat between us. A sexual lust in the air passionately groping on my zero gravity lawn chair.

Arms, legs, fingers and feet converging into one package of fun. Shedding cloths two naked bodies making love in the brisk Chicago wind. Kissing passionately tongues intertwined in an erotic dance. Rubbing her breast, teasing, playing with her nipples.

Pinching Jesse's perky nibbles as she rubs my tiny clit a fun, playful, sex game. Exploding with a sexual desire playing out the encore our moans drifting into the night air.

Swinging around, to find Jesse's beautiful warm wet pussy inches from my mouth, straddling her sweet face, lowering down on her face, feeling her long tongue and silver stud, her nose in my soft red bush, sweet sixty-nine a sensory pleasure. Her scent is intoxicating, tasting her wet cunt, sweet pussy juices covering my face, grinding into Jesse's mouth.

Feeling her hands grab my ass cheeks, this zero gravity lounge chair on the balcony is our love stage, so good together, making music or making love. Muffled moans filling my ears, raising her hips to meet my long tongue, we are the stars of this sex show.

Crowd going wild as we play out the encore, dragging it out, hitting the finer notes. Sex sounds filling the night air, I love the artist she is and the artist she helps me be, my long tongue deep inside Jesse's wet pussy curling, twisting, my fingers playing her clit like a fine instrument.

Working in unison mutual pleasure, giving, receiving, a beautiful rhythm playing out. The smell and sounds of sex surrounding us in a whirlwind a tornado coming. Bucking and grinding enjoying the sweet ride her tongue plunged deep inside me.

Come with Jesse for the big climax, follow my lead, time to fulfill are need. Orgasms crashing over us like the waves of Lake Michigan on the shoreline. Faces dripping with pussy cream, cries and screams of delight, crowd roaring, bodies shaking, cute little toes curling, pure pleasure radiating throughout us, another great show, take a bow, thank the crowd. Exiting the stage covered in sweat, into the bedroom, hugging, kissing, exchanging our juices, I love performing with Jesse.

She is a kindred spirit, a fellow performer, a lover of beautiful sounds, the show must go on. Taking the stage for the second set playing our hearts out for the audience. Ending it in the bedroom Jesse on her knees, into my red bush, eating my wet pussy with her long tongue and silver stud. Grabbing her hair pulling her in, screaming in delight, has her long tongue works it's magic. The art of the performance, bringing pleasure, what a beautiful sight Jesse on her knees her tramp stamp in view, face buried in my wet cunt.

My legs tremble and shake, my head is spinning, another encore we could play all night. Jesse climbs into bed on all fours I climb in behind rimming that tight ass. My fingers rubbing her clit my long tongue pokes inside. A playful game of love, sex and fun with my fellow artist and friend.