I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to hype myself up for tonight. I looked good - dark red lipstick, perfect eyeliner wings and I was wearing a tight black crop top, a new pair of jeans that accentuated my ass and hips, and a leather jacket.

I threw on a pair of converse and headed out the door. I was only nervous because it was my first solo concert. I was supposed to go to the show with my ex, but we’d broken up 3 weeks ago and there was no way I was missing it. It was my favorite band, and was the first time I was seeing them headline.

I arrived early and grabbed a seat at the bar close to the stage.

“Gin & tonic please?”

“Oh, make that two!” I looked to my left and the voice. A handsome man sat down two chairs away from me. He looked like he was in his late 30s, but he was strikingly handsome.

Salt & pepper stubble, brown hair with wisps of gray poking through. Blue eyes that looked gray in the shadows. His black v-neck accentuated his chest and upper arm muscles.

“I’m Johnny,” he said and held out his hand to shake. “A gin & tonic sounds perfect right now.”

I smiled at him and shook his hand. “Lucy,” I said.

“This rounds on me,” he said to me and the bartender as he handed over his card. “Keep it open?”

“Oh, thank you! That was nice of you! So, you a fan of the band?”

He smirked, “yeah, I actually know them.”

“What?” My eyes widened. I looked at him closely. It was dark in here, I hadn’t fully taken in his features. I noticed the tattoos, the earrings.

“Oh… wait… are you Johnny, as in… the drummer Johnny?”

“And sometimes bass player,” he chimed in, grinning at my reaction.

“I should be buying YOU a drink! I love your work… I mean, I love the band. Your first album was life changing. I was so happy when you guys announced your tour! I’ve only seen you open, I can’t wait to hear a full set.”

“Do you want a peak at the set list?”

I nodded eagerly. He scooted over to the chair next to me and showed me the note on his phone.

I excitedly chatted to him about my favorite songs on the list and listened in awe as he answered my questions about the band, his favorite songs, all of it.

“Want another?” He asked after 15-20 minutes. I hadn’t realized how crowded it had gotten and that we’d both finished our drinks.

“Don’t you need to go back stage?”

“Yeah, but I’ll buy you another before I go back. Just promise me you’ll stay in this seat?”

“Sure, I’ll have a beer this time.”

He ordered me a beer, thanked me for keeping him company, winked, and hopped on stage before disappearing off to the side stage.

I was grinning, and turned back to the bar to wait for my beer and the opening act.

An hour later, the band was coming on. Johnny came out first, twirling his drumsticks. He looked at the audience before turning directly to me and giving me a huge smile and wink. I blushed and waved.

The whole concert, Johnny interacted with me through looks. During and in between songs, he’d sneak glances and make silly faces or mouth words to me.

Between two of their songs towards the end of the set, the lead singer made an announcement. “Now, we don’t usually do this, but we’re going to switch things up. We don’t play a lot of our old songs anymore, but Johnny here met a fan earlier and wanted to surprise her.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Was he talking about me?

I recognized the opening bass and guitar riff. It was the first song I’d ever heard, and one of their earliest singles. I looked at Johnny, who was staring at me, waiting for me to look at him. He grinned when we made eye contact. I mouthed, “thank you”, and blew him a kiss. I’d ordered myself a second beer after the opener, and was feeling a confident buzz.

The show ended and as Johnny walked off stage, he yelled at me, “Hey, wait at the bar for me!”

I was already planning to wait around, and was happy he requested me.

After 15 minutes, the rest of the band and the opener came out and went to the back of the bar, where a line of fans had gathered for autographs and pictures. I craned my neck, trying to see if Johnny was part of the group that had come out, but he wasn’t.

“Hey,” he said from behind me, making me jump a little.

“Hey, wow great show!”

“Thanks! Nice surprise?”

I grinned. “Best surprise I’ve ever had!”

“So, I’m not a big autograph guy. I usually skip…” he gestured over at the fans. “Want to go grab dinner? I know it’s late but there’s a 24/7 diner around the corner.”

“I love that place, they have the best fries.”

It was 11:30 by the time we ordered our food. We talked and slowly ate, enjoying each other’s company. I told him a little about my breakup, he told me about his last failed relationship. We talked about music, food, travel.

The waitress came over around 1am to signal the end of her shift. Johnny paid again, despite my protests.

I didn’t want the night to end. We walked back outside and towards the venue in silence.

“So… do you live far from here?” He asked.

I shook my head and pointed down the road. “I’m a two minute walk up the road. Do you… you probably need to get back to your hotel, I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I’m actually wide awake right now. Post-show adrenaline rush.”

“Do you want to come over?” I boldly asked. I hadn’t had a guy over to my house since my ex.

“I would love to,” he said. We walked in silence for a few more strides before he cleared his throat. “Can I just get something out of the way?”

I nodded, and we both stopped walking.

“I’m not… I know sometimes bands get a bad rep for partying or sleeping around. But I’m not like that. Truthfully, I haven’t kissed or even really touched another woman since my breakup last year.”

“I believe you,” I said, looking up at him. We were standing close to each other, talking quietly so as not to wake up the people who lived above Main Street shops that we were in front of. “You’ve been nothing but sincere all night… I also didn’t go into this thinking anything was going to happen. I was just going with the flow, having fun and now…” I looked from his eyes down to his lips.

He stepped closer to me, put his hands on my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I embraced him, kissing him passionately.

We stumbled backwards, and I pressed into the brick wall behind me. We stayed like that for what felt like hours. Our lips and tongues exploring each other, tasting each other, feeling each others bodies over our clothes.

“My house…” I said breathlessly. “It’s right around the corner.” We kept kissing before he broke away.

He grabbed my hand and we sped walked up the empty street. I pulled out my keys, my hands were shaking I was so nervous and excited.

I opened the door and went inside. He closed the door behind us, and before I could turn around, he was behind me, kissing my neck, caressing my hips and waist. I leaned back into him and his touch.

I turned around to face him and we kissed. His hands drifted down to my ass. He squeezed it before gently lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me down the hall.

“Last door,” I said between kisses. He carried me down to my bedroom and tossed me on the bed as if I weighed nothing, despite being a curvier 5’ 2. He climbed on top of me and we continued to make out and explore each others bodies.

I was desperate to feel his skin. I pulled his shirt up, and he threw it onto the floor. We continued to kiss as I undid his belt and jean zipper before tugging them down. He kicked them off and was down to his underwear. I could see his boner clearly now that it wasn’t suppressed by the jeans.

Before I had a chance to admire him, he was back on top of me. “My turn,” he said with a wink.

One of his hands and arms held my hands lightly pinned above my head, so I had no control. A tingle of nervous excitement shot through my body - I hadn’t considered that he was older than me and had more experience.

I had taken my leather jacket off when we walked up to my house, so he didn’t have much clothing to take off. My crop top was barely covering my breasts as it pulled up with my arms pinned above my head. He pushed the shirt the rest of the way up and stared at my round, natural breasts for a second before he looked back at me and kissed me. He pulled the shirt all the way off, then pinned me back down.

He started to kiss down my neck while his hand played with my breasts and his fingers teased my nipples.

I loved the way his lips felt, kissing down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He kissed each of my breasts before letting go of my arms so he could work his way further down.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off, leaving me in my black, lace panties.

“Now we’re even,” he said.

He started to caress my body again, kissing my breasts, his hands working their way to my legs. I parted them, inviting him to feel me.

He traced the lips of my pussy through the lace, so lightly that I could barely feel it. I was growing more wet by the second.

His fingers traced along the line of my panties from my lips up to my hip before he hooked his fingers underneath and pulled them off.

His fingers wandered back to my wet lips, exploring every fold, spreading my wetness around, before he slipped one inside of me.

Then he started to kiss my leg from my knee to my inner thigh to right above my pussy. He paused before he started to explore with his tongue.

I was in heaven. His free hand and arm were looped around my leg and pressed down on my stomach to keep me from moving too much.

I was moaning loudly and could feel myself getting close to orgasm. My hands clutched at the sheets. Before I could finish, he stopped. I looked down to protest but he was staring at me, grinning.

“Not yet,” he said.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.

Without another word, he grabbed me and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up into the air and rubbed his dick along my pussy before slowly sliding it in.

I gasped, “ohh my god, Johnny…”

He slowly pulled out, then pushed in again before pulling all the way out. I moaned, my pussy was throbbing I was so turned on.

His strong hands held onto my hips tightly, as he drove himself back into me and started to fuck me harder.

I gasped again as I felt a sharp slap against me ass cheek. He grabbed my ass with one hand and reached around with the other to start fingering my clit.

I buried my face into my sheets to dampen my moaning. His dick and hands felt so good, I was getting close to finishing again when he stopped.

He pulled out of me, laid next to me and pulled me close to him with my back to him.

I turned my head back and he leaned forward to kiss me deeply as he pushed his dick back into my pussy. His arms were wrapped around me so he could massage my breasts and play with my pussy while fucking me.

He finally let me orgasm, fingering me and fucking me slowly through the waves of ecstasy rolling through my body.

When my orgasm was over, he slowly pulled out of me, and rolled me onto my back. He got back on top of me, kissing my throbbing pussy, my stomach, breasts, neck, nibbling my ear before entering me again.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him in as close as I could. We kissed as he slowly and deeply fucked me.

I was getting to close to another orgasm and tightened my grip around him so he couldn’t pull out again. My nails dug into his back, and he started to fuck me harder. His started kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulder, breathing harder and grunting heavier.

The closer I got, the tighter my grip. I left little scratch marks on his back, my toes curled as I began to orgasm at the same time as him.

He moaned into my hair, his dick pulsating inside of me, pushing his cum deep.

We stayed still, catching our breath for a minute before I loosened my grip and he slowly pulled out. He kissed me slowly and deeply before rolling next to me on the bed. We both looked up at the ceiling, still catching our breath.

“Johnny… no one has ever fucked me like that before.”

“Just because I’m not a player now doesn’t mean I wasn’t one in my early 20s,” he said. “And it’s not hard to love extra hard on a woman as beautiful as you.”

He reached over, brushing some hair away from my face before tracing a finger down to my nipples, down my waist and to my hips before reaching back up to my breasts.

He leaned in and kissed them again. “You’re just so, irresistible,” he said between kisses.

I felt a tingle between my legs again. I looked down and saw his dick grow slightly harder again.

I reached down and started to caress it, loving the feeling of it growing in my hand. I gripped slightly harder and started to give him a real handjob, his dick growing steadily harder under my touch.

“I know what I’m doing, too,” I said. He half laughed before he leaned back and let me take more control.

I scooted myself down and kissed the tip of his dick before kissing down shaft. I started playing with his balls with one hand before I took his tip in my mouth.

My tongue swirled around his tip, he moaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back. I slowly took more into my mouth. I could taste a mix of our juices from earlier and his precum. I pushed my mouth down farther, taking him fully into my mouth, my tongue still exploring and hands massaging his balls.

He grabbed my hair and started to mouth fuck me. I moaned lightly and looked up at him. His grip lightened on my hair and he let me continue on my own. His face was concentrated but full of pleasure.

“Oh my god, I’m getting close. But I want to fuck you more…” he said.

I let his dick fall out of my mouth, and I climbed on top of him.

“You can fuck me again,” I said. I guided his dick between my legs and into my pussy, which was wet and throbbing again.

I sat down on him, he was deep inside of me. I started riding him, swaying my hips back and forth, my breasts bouncing up and down, giving him a show. I leaned over to kiss and nibble at his neck. He grabbed at my ass, giving it a little slap before he started to thrust his hips up. Our sweaty bodies moved together, both of us loudly moaning until we both climaxed. For the second time that night, he came deep inside of me.

I rolled off him once I had caught my breath a little, and noticed the sun starting to peak through the dark night sky.

It was already 5am. We’d been at it for hours. I was exhausted and it dawned on me that he would have to leave soon.

I looked over at him. He was looking at me. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” he said, as if he’d read my mind.

“Me either.”

“Come with me on tour. The other guys who have wives or serious girlfriends do it, too.”

I stared at him. I did have some vacation time saved up, and I hadn’t taken a day off in ages.

He continued as I thought, “And it’s only 2 weeks… you’d get to see the whole country with me. 2 weeks of this, as many nights as you want.”

I laughed, “that’s not the only reason I’d come along… but it is a plus. Okay, I’ll do it. I need some time away from work and this small town.”

We showered together and I packed quickly, throwing in some of my lingerie as a surprise to Johnny. I couldn’t believe I was doing this… but 2 short hours later, I was sitting on the bus with Johnny’s arm around me, laughing with the rest of the band and a few other women.

To be continued? Haven’t decided if I’ll follow them across the tour or not ;)