The Concert
The concert was everything I could have wanted. The music was a pulsating, exhilarating thrill, and Sophie’s siren song was even more enticing in person than in her music videos. After it was over, she announced that she’d be signing autographs after the show. Later, a burly man in a black shirt shouted that in order to get an autograph, you had to buy a branded T shirt for $20.
It was the steal of the century in my book. I had listened to Sophie’s band for years and had always found her beautiful and alluring. I waited near the back of the line for about an hour, and bought my T shirt (it was an illustrated design that Sophie had done herself), and then moved up to see Sophie.
For a few moments, time seemed to slow down. My eyes locked with Sophie’s dark, deep pupils, and I had the distinct and pleasurable sensation that I was falling into a void. Sophie’s eyes parted from mine for a second, moving up and down my frame for a moment before returning to my gaze. Out of the corner of my vision, I could see her subtly lick her lips.
With a well practiced motion, she grabbed the top sheet from the stack of promo posters and started scribbling what I presumed was her autograph. “Thank you for coming,” she said sweetly as she thrust the sheet towards me and yet another burly man in a dark shirt indicated that it was time for the line to move on.
After I was out of the line, I took a closer look at the promo poster. Sophie was in the middle of it, her raven hair suspended in wild tendrils as she shook her head. A dark lace corset was trying its best to hold in her bronze, soft flesh, but it wasn’t quite succeeding. Her breasts bulged out tantalizingly and her gorgeous, soft looking shoulders and arms were there in plain sight.
I was so engrossed in staring at the vocalist that I almost didn’t notice the text underneath it. Instead of Sophie’s name, I read three words “Stick Around Tonight.”
I rested my back against the wooden wall of the venue and I waited as the rest of the line was processed. I waited while the other band members put away their instruments and the janitors started to pick up the cups on the floor. I think I probably would have waited until the Mayan apocalypse, but fortunately I only needed to wait about an hour. One of the security guys walked up to me and told me to go to the back of the building and open the door. I dutifully complied.
Awaiting me in the back was a black limousine, with the rear window opened a few inches. I saw a pair of dark eyes dart up for a moment, then the door was pushed open. Without thinking, I stepped into the limo.
“Glad you made it,” Sophie said as she shut the door. I took a seat opposite to her and without any instruction to the driver, we started moving. “Did you like the show?”
“Oh, I loved it,” I gushed. “You’re my favorite singer of all time.”I had a dopey grin on my face, but still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. “ May I ask why did you ask me here?” I asked sheepishly.
Sophie paused, her lips pursed slightly, as she judiciously considered the remark.
“Well, I’m not sure exactly what you mean by that. Why did I ask you instead of someone else, why did I ask you here instead of somewhere else, or why did I ask for your presence in the first place?” Sophie said.
“Um, I suppose all three,” I replied.
“Good choice,” she said. “I asked you because you were the sexiest man in the crowd,” she said as I blushed. “I asked you to my limo so it could take us home. And I’ll just let you figure out why I wanted your presence,” she said.
I hadn’t put my seatbelt on, and when the car made a sharp turn, I stumbled forwards. My face nearly landed in her frilly skirt.
“Eager, are we?” she said with a laugh. As I started to pull myself up, she grasped my chin with her hand. I looked up at her a mixture of admiration and lust. I tried my best to avoid staring at her cleavage, but my eyes lazily wandered there after a few moments. Her eye popping sex appeal was far stronger than my commitment to good manners.
Slowly, she started to pull me by the chin towards her. She wrapped her free hand around the back of my neck and before long we were forehead to forehead. Sophie pressed her plump, dark lipstick endowed lips against mine as she tightened her arm around my neck and let her fingers play with the slightly long hair on the back of my neck.
I was still slightly stooped over, but Sophie clearly wanted me to fall into her lap. She bit down on my lower lip and pulled me closer until I fell right into it. She giggled as I did so and kissed me even more deeply, her large tongue invading my mouth and wriggling around deeply. I moaned in appreciation and ran my hands up her large arms, over her round shoulder and unto the tops of her breasts. They were so warm I felt like my flesh might burn. I squeezed eagerly, feeling my heart race.
Thankfully, the limo stopped a few moments later. We had arrived. The driver opened the door, and I stepped out of the limo while holding her hand. I found myself in a driveway of a Victorian looking large house atop a hill, overlooking the city lights.
Sophie led the way to the ornate front door and up the spiral stairs to her room. Her bed was a massive oval that took up most of the room. It was adorned with dozens of throw pillows, each with a different decorative design. With a giddy, delightful sounding squeal, she jumped into the bed, causing a few of the pillows to scatter and making her plump body jiggle seductively.
I followed her, my face landing on some of the pillows. Each was made with the softest fabric imaginable, and the bed itself was so soft I felt like I was sinking into it. It enveloped my like quicksand, and the sinking grew only more obvious when Sophie rolled on top of me. Her black hair descended down, framing her face and tickling the edge of mine.
“Damn you’re fine,” she said as she looked at my eyes.
“Glad you think so,” I said nervously. “I have to confess I’ve fantasized about being in your bed probably a thousand times.”
Sophie leaned down and kissed me again. I could feel her tongue slip under mine as she started to suck on it. With her hands she started to unbutton my shirt, and her fingers dived at my exposed chest. They danced through my chest hair and traced little circles around my nipples. After a few moments of agonizing hesitation, she pinched down on them hard, then pulled. I gasped with pleasure and felt myself already throbbing with desire.
Still straddling me, Sophie pulled her top off, exposing her large, bountiful breasts. Everything about them was big - they had large, dark nipples, framed by large dark areolas. They sagged slightly, and as she leaned it they rested on my chest.
“Hungry?” she asked me with an innocent tone in her voice. She grasped a fistful of my hair and forced my head up as she pressed her breasts against my face. “I think you are,” she said as I could feel myself become deliciously smothered.
I rooted around with mouth and tongue and pretty soon I was rewarded with one of her large nipples, which seemed to only grow larger when I pressed my mouth over it.
I didn’t need any coaxing to know what to do next. I slowly started to suckle, my tongue swirling around the nipple before I applied serious suction to it. As I lapped at her big, beautiful, feminine orbs, Sophie played with my hair with her hands and let out low moans. I reached up and found her free nipple with my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between my fingers and gently flicking at it. Her breasts were so big that I could not grasp the entire boob at once with my outstretched fingers, though I tried my hardest.
Sophie leaned down and kissed my forehead, then whispered in my ear. “Good boy,” she said. “You’re doing it just right.” The words, combined with the warm blast of air in my ear, made me even harder. Her tongue danced against the edge of my ear for a moment, then she pulled her chest free. Sophie’s nipple exited my mouth with an audible, wet popping sound.
Sophie finished taking off her dress and underwear, and pulled back the blankets on the bed. As she flopped onto the sheets, I got a good look at her naked body. Her tummy, now free from her corset, flopped forward proudly. With thick love handles on its side and a deep, sunken belly button, it was a thing of beauty. I slid up to her, gently caressing it in my hands. Seeing that I was enjoying it, she took a deep breath and pushed out seductively, making it appear even bigger.
I traced my fingers down and explored her juicy thighs, which I imagined might be heaven to have around my ears. I was about to try this, but she pushed me back down and told me to close my eyes. I complied, and I could feel feminine hands dancing deliberately around my pants and my zipper. My jeans were removed in short order, and Sophie’s hands were in my underwear. Pre-cum had already made my cock slightly wet and sticky, and I felt my body shiver with pleasure as she rubbed at me slowly and gently. My feet shook and my toes curled as she made tiny little swirls with her thumb on the tip of my cock. I could feel her warm wetness grinding up against my leg as she slowly started to peel the underwear off.
I opened my eyes as my underwear came off completely, and in a rush of desire I jumped right at Sophie. I could feel her soft, warm body ripple as I landed on it, and I grinded into her magnificent, ripe, perfect form. Every part of me felt like I was sinking into and being enveloped by her, as though she was the living embodiment of the bed on which we lay.
I could feel myself harden further as I rubbed up against her entrance. I leaned in to kiss her cheek as I felt myself start to slide in. Sophie wriggled her hips a bit, which helped me get in even more. For just a few seconds, we lay there motionless, appreciating the intimacy of the connection and staring into each other’s eyes. Then, Sophie pushed against my shoulders, rolling me over. With a slow, deliberate, and delicate pace, she started to buck her hips. Every motion caused her breasts to sway towards me, her nipples sliding across my chest.
I wrapped my legs around her back and started to thrust with my knees. I eagerly reached up and grasped at her shoulders, holding on with fierce intensity. I squeezed her soft flesh so hard, I could feel her skin pressing up between my fingers. I even let my teeth sink into her shoulder just as I felt I was nearing climax.
Sophie pressed herself against me as hard as she could, her breasts flying right into my face. I could feel her pussy start to pulse, and that set me off as well. With gasps and shouts, we gloriously finished.
After she dismounted me, she curled up next to me, stroking my chest and breathing right next to my ear. Her soft, warm body was heaven pressed up against mine.
“Stay with me,” she whispered. It was half a command, half a wishful prayer.
“I never want to leave,” I replied.
And I never did.
~
It was the steal of the century in my book. I had listened to Sophie’s band for years and had always found her beautiful and alluring. I waited near the back of the line for about an hour, and bought my T shirt (it was an illustrated design that Sophie had done herself), and then moved up to see Sophie.
For a few moments, time seemed to slow down. My eyes locked with Sophie’s dark, deep pupils, and I had the distinct and pleasurable sensation that I was falling into a void. Sophie’s eyes parted from mine for a second, moving up and down my frame for a moment before returning to my gaze. Out of the corner of my vision, I could see her subtly lick her lips.
With a well practiced motion, she grabbed the top sheet from the stack of promo posters and started scribbling what I presumed was her autograph. “Thank you for coming,” she said sweetly as she thrust the sheet towards me and yet another burly man in a dark shirt indicated that it was time for the line to move on.
After I was out of the line, I took a closer look at the promo poster. Sophie was in the middle of it, her raven hair suspended in wild tendrils as she shook her head. A dark lace corset was trying its best to hold in her bronze, soft flesh, but it wasn’t quite succeeding. Her breasts bulged out tantalizingly and her gorgeous, soft looking shoulders and arms were there in plain sight.
I was so engrossed in staring at the vocalist that I almost didn’t notice the text underneath it. Instead of Sophie’s name, I read three words “Stick Around Tonight.”
I rested my back against the wooden wall of the venue and I waited as the rest of the line was processed. I waited while the other band members put away their instruments and the janitors started to pick up the cups on the floor. I think I probably would have waited until the Mayan apocalypse, but fortunately I only needed to wait about an hour. One of the security guys walked up to me and told me to go to the back of the building and open the door. I dutifully complied.
Awaiting me in the back was a black limousine, with the rear window opened a few inches. I saw a pair of dark eyes dart up for a moment, then the door was pushed open. Without thinking, I stepped into the limo.
“Glad you made it,” Sophie said as she shut the door. I took a seat opposite to her and without any instruction to the driver, we started moving. “Did you like the show?”
“Oh, I loved it,” I gushed. “You’re my favorite singer of all time.”I had a dopey grin on my face, but still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. “ May I ask why did you ask me here?” I asked sheepishly.
Sophie paused, her lips pursed slightly, as she judiciously considered the remark.
“Well, I’m not sure exactly what you mean by that. Why did I ask you instead of someone else, why did I ask you here instead of somewhere else, or why did I ask for your presence in the first place?” Sophie said.
“Um, I suppose all three,” I replied.
“Good choice,” she said. “I asked you because you were the sexiest man in the crowd,” she said as I blushed. “I asked you to my limo so it could take us home. And I’ll just let you figure out why I wanted your presence,” she said.
I hadn’t put my seatbelt on, and when the car made a sharp turn, I stumbled forwards. My face nearly landed in her frilly skirt.
“Eager, are we?” she said with a laugh. As I started to pull myself up, she grasped my chin with her hand. I looked up at her a mixture of admiration and lust. I tried my best to avoid staring at her cleavage, but my eyes lazily wandered there after a few moments. Her eye popping sex appeal was far stronger than my commitment to good manners.
Slowly, she started to pull me by the chin towards her. She wrapped her free hand around the back of my neck and before long we were forehead to forehead. Sophie pressed her plump, dark lipstick endowed lips against mine as she tightened her arm around my neck and let her fingers play with the slightly long hair on the back of my neck.
I was still slightly stooped over, but Sophie clearly wanted me to fall into her lap. She bit down on my lower lip and pulled me closer until I fell right into it. She giggled as I did so and kissed me even more deeply, her large tongue invading my mouth and wriggling around deeply. I moaned in appreciation and ran my hands up her large arms, over her round shoulder and unto the tops of her breasts. They were so warm I felt like my flesh might burn. I squeezed eagerly, feeling my heart race.
Thankfully, the limo stopped a few moments later. We had arrived. The driver opened the door, and I stepped out of the limo while holding her hand. I found myself in a driveway of a Victorian looking large house atop a hill, overlooking the city lights.
Sophie led the way to the ornate front door and up the spiral stairs to her room. Her bed was a massive oval that took up most of the room. It was adorned with dozens of throw pillows, each with a different decorative design. With a giddy, delightful sounding squeal, she jumped into the bed, causing a few of the pillows to scatter and making her plump body jiggle seductively.
I followed her, my face landing on some of the pillows. Each was made with the softest fabric imaginable, and the bed itself was so soft I felt like I was sinking into it. It enveloped my like quicksand, and the sinking grew only more obvious when Sophie rolled on top of me. Her black hair descended down, framing her face and tickling the edge of mine.
“Damn you’re fine,” she said as she looked at my eyes.
“Glad you think so,” I said nervously. “I have to confess I’ve fantasized about being in your bed probably a thousand times.”
Sophie leaned down and kissed me again. I could feel her tongue slip under mine as she started to suck on it. With her hands she started to unbutton my shirt, and her fingers dived at my exposed chest. They danced through my chest hair and traced little circles around my nipples. After a few moments of agonizing hesitation, she pinched down on them hard, then pulled. I gasped with pleasure and felt myself already throbbing with desire.
Still straddling me, Sophie pulled her top off, exposing her large, bountiful breasts. Everything about them was big - they had large, dark nipples, framed by large dark areolas. They sagged slightly, and as she leaned it they rested on my chest.
“Hungry?” she asked me with an innocent tone in her voice. She grasped a fistful of my hair and forced my head up as she pressed her breasts against my face. “I think you are,” she said as I could feel myself become deliciously smothered.
I rooted around with mouth and tongue and pretty soon I was rewarded with one of her large nipples, which seemed to only grow larger when I pressed my mouth over it.
I didn’t need any coaxing to know what to do next. I slowly started to suckle, my tongue swirling around the nipple before I applied serious suction to it. As I lapped at her big, beautiful, feminine orbs, Sophie played with my hair with her hands and let out low moans. I reached up and found her free nipple with my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between my fingers and gently flicking at it. Her breasts were so big that I could not grasp the entire boob at once with my outstretched fingers, though I tried my hardest.
Sophie leaned down and kissed my forehead, then whispered in my ear. “Good boy,” she said. “You’re doing it just right.” The words, combined with the warm blast of air in my ear, made me even harder. Her tongue danced against the edge of my ear for a moment, then she pulled her chest free. Sophie’s nipple exited my mouth with an audible, wet popping sound.
Sophie finished taking off her dress and underwear, and pulled back the blankets on the bed. As she flopped onto the sheets, I got a good look at her naked body. Her tummy, now free from her corset, flopped forward proudly. With thick love handles on its side and a deep, sunken belly button, it was a thing of beauty. I slid up to her, gently caressing it in my hands. Seeing that I was enjoying it, she took a deep breath and pushed out seductively, making it appear even bigger.
I traced my fingers down and explored her juicy thighs, which I imagined might be heaven to have around my ears. I was about to try this, but she pushed me back down and told me to close my eyes. I complied, and I could feel feminine hands dancing deliberately around my pants and my zipper. My jeans were removed in short order, and Sophie’s hands were in my underwear. Pre-cum had already made my cock slightly wet and sticky, and I felt my body shiver with pleasure as she rubbed at me slowly and gently. My feet shook and my toes curled as she made tiny little swirls with her thumb on the tip of my cock. I could feel her warm wetness grinding up against my leg as she slowly started to peel the underwear off.
I opened my eyes as my underwear came off completely, and in a rush of desire I jumped right at Sophie. I could feel her soft, warm body ripple as I landed on it, and I grinded into her magnificent, ripe, perfect form. Every part of me felt like I was sinking into and being enveloped by her, as though she was the living embodiment of the bed on which we lay.
I could feel myself harden further as I rubbed up against her entrance. I leaned in to kiss her cheek as I felt myself start to slide in. Sophie wriggled her hips a bit, which helped me get in even more. For just a few seconds, we lay there motionless, appreciating the intimacy of the connection and staring into each other’s eyes. Then, Sophie pushed against my shoulders, rolling me over. With a slow, deliberate, and delicate pace, she started to buck her hips. Every motion caused her breasts to sway towards me, her nipples sliding across my chest.
I wrapped my legs around her back and started to thrust with my knees. I eagerly reached up and grasped at her shoulders, holding on with fierce intensity. I squeezed her soft flesh so hard, I could feel her skin pressing up between my fingers. I even let my teeth sink into her shoulder just as I felt I was nearing climax.
Sophie pressed herself against me as hard as she could, her breasts flying right into my face. I could feel her pussy start to pulse, and that set me off as well. With gasps and shouts, we gloriously finished.
After she dismounted me, she curled up next to me, stroking my chest and breathing right next to my ear. Her soft, warm body was heaven pressed up against mine.
“Stay with me,” she whispered. It was half a command, half a wishful prayer.
“I never want to leave,” I replied.
And I never did.
~