Jammin'

True Story

My head spins a little as I step off stage, that beer is finally hitting.  Maybe I was too nervous to notice at first.  We just played a great set and crashed into our intermission on all cylinders.  The music is cathartic, refreshing.  Singing leaves my body like a raw nerve, sensitive, needy, animalistic.  The bar is clearing out until our next set leaving just us, guitars, amps, accompanying band and collective partners.  I pause a second to take it all in...I was emotionally, mentally and physically invested in that last song so my buzz may not be all beer.  I scan the room searching from the barkeep to biker dudes, from scantily clad co-ed college girls to preppy popped collar fratties here for the beer and girls.  I glance through a break in the crowd next to the bar and see a beautiful face in the dim light of a booth.  Elle's face.  I move in her direction, grabbing another beer off the bar and feel my limbs go a little numb.  I lose sight of Elle as I weave through thepatrons bumping into and bouncing off of the people in my path. I get around to the booth and Elle's eyes stop me dead.  She's boring into me with a look that says "I want you" so loudly my pants practically fall off.  I lean in for a kiss and instantly get that familiar spark of electricity that courses through me like a current.  She slips in tongue and grabs the back of my head while she leans next to my ear.  Flicking my earlobe with her tongue she whispers..."Bathroom.  NOW."  The current running through me stops and focuses in my crotch.  Not thinking, tipsily reasoning, I beeline for the bathroom, practically sprinting and bowling over my band mates to get there.  In the four seconds it took me to reach the door my dick has grown and is fighting to escape my boxers.  It's pressing against the leg of my pants and creates a bulge on my upper thigh that is obvious.  Realizing I left Elle behind in my rush I spin around to see if she's even left the table yet.  I don't get turned all the way around before I'm tackled into the bathroom by Elle who had been jogging after me.  We clear the doorway and I lift her up, pinning her against the door while I lock it.  Her hands slap my clumsy arms out of the way as she claws at my belt, tearing it off and grasping the buttons on my pants.  Plunging her hands down the front of my boxers as she yanks to lower my pants.  I grab her face and kiss her long, hard and deep...feeling the love and lust mingle in her taste.  I'm lost in the haze.  I love her body, love her smell, love her feel, and LOVE her taste.  I could kiss her forever...I snap back when she pulls away, wondering why she would cut that short.  I open my eyes and am shocked that I missed all the activity...my pants are at my ankles, her jeans are on the floor with her pink thong around her knees.  She's turned around with her butt pressed against me, offering up a doggy style entry from behind.  "Fuck me Dusty, God, Fuck me."  I slide my dick through the hole in my boxers and use my head to probe her pussy.  It's sopping.  Top to bottom practically dripping on the floor.  I slide in slow while I grab her shoulders to force my way in as deep as I can.  She exhales in delight as we shift a bit so she can lean on the sink.  I slide in and out a little just to get moving and she reaches back behind her and grabs my butt, pulling me into her as hard as she can.  "No babe, fuck me hard."  In fear of disappointing, I pull out to my tip and slam home as fast and hard as I can.  I repeat, this time sliding out a little less.  I can feel all of her, every inch of her pussy.  Four thrusts in I feel her clench around my dick, unleashing an orgasm and coating my dick in an increasing amount of fluid, pooling at the base of my cock and dripping down my balls.  She shutters and I take that as my cue to pick up speed.  Faster, faster until I'm slamming into her as fast as I can, faster than I can comprehend, faster as her pussy grabs me over and over coming faster and faster.  Four, Five, Six, I lose count of how many times she has come.  My balls are coated and my legs are now slickly wet as our fluids splatter every time I crash into her, craving to get deeper.  She clutches at the wall finding no hand-holds, her face pressed against the mirror and her breath fogging the shiny surface with every gasp.  I stare at her face through the condensation, contorted in pleasure, loving the pounding, loving my dick, loving me.  Once again lost in the moment I'm jolted by that familiar surge building deep inside me.  Her orgasms intensify and last longer as I feel my come in the distance like a wave gaining energy.  My thrusts become more rugged, more hurried.  My muscles strain, veins surging, sweat pouring.  I grab her hair at the scalp and pull her towards me, raking my nails down her back at the same time.  The pleasure from pain is enough to get her off again, this orgasm sticks around though.  As if her body can sense my imminent release she yelps, coming again her yelp becomes a long moaned "fuuuuu..." My surge is coming, no stopping it now, I feel it coursing through me, begging for release.  My body disappears in the heat, my dick swells and grows, stretching Elle's pussy and forcing her to clench even harder around me.  My load travels the length of my dick pausing at the head.  I grab Elle's waist with one hand while I use the other to reach around and grab her breast with the other. Grabbing for all of her I attempt to pull her onto me as if to force my dick into her brain.  My entire body becomes rigid, muscles taut and stiff, my dick massive and bulging.  Elle's body is wracked with pleasure and her grasp on my dick isn't letting up.  At the same moment that my release breaks free, tearing a guttural grunt from my lungs, Elle's pussy releases a spray of pleasure that brings us massive and lasting bliss.  My load leaks from my cock as we gasp for breath.  "...uuuuckkkkk....fuck, fuck" she finishes her cry.  Elle collapses on the sink and I pull out, practically needing a towel to sop myself off.  I slide her panties back up and wrestle my pants up to my waist.  We turn and kiss as we hear the clang of guitars rise up in the background...I'm supposed to go back on stage now.  I whisper "I love you" and dash out the door, jogging then leaping onto the stage.  Music flows over me and through me, my body still tingling from the orgasm.  Everything seems to disappear as we roll through song after song.  Purely focused on notes, chords, flowing tides of harmony my body is stripped of its skin, baring the organs, bones and soul through my words.  Lights, music, yelling, alcohol, the bitter cold every time the door opens, the reverb of the guitar off the walls...it all seems to take a piece of me with it, leaving my body numb.  My senses seem like a TV in the background turned low, barely noticeable and sluggish. Until those eyes staring back from the crowd lock on mine.  Shit.  That electricity again.  My mind goes blank with a flash of her face pressed against the mirror fogging it with her panting gasps.  Oh shit I missed a word and I can't remember what's next.  Now I can't take my eyes off her no matter how hard I try.  Not conscious of what I'm singing the words flow out without me even thinking about them.  I'm staring, just staring.  Those eyes, her cheeks, her hair framing her face, those lips...look away.  I'm struck by that explosion of electricity and suddenly my body is raw and hot again.  I feel the drops of sweat on my head and pouring down my back, feel the nervous thud of my foot on the floor, feel my cock washed over with a hot wave slowly swelling.  I squint into the bright lights and feel my heart beating blood through me even faster.  All at once we hit the last song of the set, cruise through it and finish it off before I even register that we've started.  I'm too locked in on that beautiful face and replaying her moans and yelps in my head, too busy seeing her bent over that sink backing herself into me asking for more.  The others leave the stage and I'm still standing like an idiot with my guitar.  I turn and set it into its stand and turn back, losing sight of Elle.  I search the room and find her outline back in the hallway...outside of the bathroom.  She's grinning at me, I can see her face flushed red.  "NOW" she mouths at me.  In seconds I'm at the door and she's pulling me inside.  I'm too desperate to show her I love her with my kisses that we don't turn on the light.  I feel legs, arms, hand and suddenly her mouth is around my cock so sloppy and wet I can't contain my grunts.  Not knowing how she got down there so fast or even how she whipped it out without me knowing I reach for the light.  I feel the sucking stop and hear movement as I fumble for the switch. Suddenly the head of my dick is sliding through her cheeks down towards her pussy.  Every inch is soaked and she slides rearward onto me, pushing into me hard.  I find the light and move the switch up as the lights blaze on and she jumps, squeezing my dick with her lips.  We're facing away from the mirror this time pressed against the orange wall.  Her hands reach behind her grabbing my ass and my arms are wrapped around her holding her tightly.  We are both grasping for each other, not able to squeeze, hold or grab enough.  Our bodies are in tune, we breath together, speed up and slow down together, moan together.  I kiss her neck from behind running my hands from her breasts slowly down her stomach.  I lift her shirt to feel her skin and continue south while I slip in and out of her.  I reach her clit as we grind into each other, thrusts growing in intensity and desperation.  With a few rubs she comes once, twice, clenching me hard between her lips.  Her hands flat against the wall, Elle pushes against the orange barrier trying to take in every inch of me.  My left hand covers hers against the wall while my right uses the drippings from her orgasms to toy with her clit.  I feel her body shudder and she leans her head back into my chest.  I turn my head slightly and glance into the mirror behind us.  The visual of me taking her standing from behind, every part of our bodies rubbing or touching sends me over the edge.  I'm going to come hard and fast, no huge build this time.  Like a jolt my load surges up my dick, swelling me as it goes.  Without stopping it fires into Elle releasing over and over.  Elle's legs shake with orgasm as she drips around my package down my balls onto my legs.  The rush almost blacks me out and I squirt the last of my load and lean back against the sink panting and gasping for air.  Elle sits on the toilet catching her breath.  We look at each other, moving in to kiss again.  "Holy shit" she says.  "Yep" I answer.  We taste each other one last time and rearrange our clothes.  Out and into the bar to finish the night with one last set of music.  I grab the other guitarist and we climb back on stage.  I look at Elle and blow her a kiss before I'm lost again.  I'll never be the same.