Earlier that day, Becky had slipped away to go shopping. Not only did she want her father and Auntie Joan to have time together, she wanted to find something salacious to wear for Cody that night. She was successful in her search, but when it came time to dress for the concert she was torn between wearing the sexy garments under her jeans and cream silk shirt, or leaving them at the hotel. At the last minute she donned the bra, stuffing the thigh highs and panties in her bag. If the opportunity arose after the show, she’d at least have them ready.
When Cody had walked briskly off the stage following his encore, though surrounded by several muscled men, he had reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her close to him, placing his arm protectively around her shoulder as they were escorted to his private dressing room. Once inside he’d hugged her tightly for several minutes before finally breaking away.
“I’ll be right back,” he’d promised, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Standing alone, breathless and overwhelmed, she sighed deeply, trying to process it all, grateful for the short respite. Spying a large couch against the wall, she walked across and flopped down.
I’m living a fairy tale. Things like this just don’t happen, but it is happening. It’s all so surreal.
The sound of a shower starting caught her attention. Hurriedly she unzipped her jeans, and along with her plain white knickers, pulled them down, rolled them up together and set them aside.
Reaching into her bag she retrieved the salacious underwear, and ripping open the stockings packet, carefully pulled them up her legs, then hastily donned the panties, stuffing the torn packet and rolled up jeans back in her bag.
Grabbing her brush she ran it through her hair, then decided to unfasten the tiny pearl buttons of her shirt. She had just finished getting ready when the sound of the shower stopped, and moments later Cash appeared, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Look at you,” he grinned ambling towards her. “I can’t believe it.”
“You can’t believe it?” she declared, wide-eyed. “Seriously, after what just happened in that stadium, you are in disbelief? It was…”
Her voice trailed off as he reached for her hand. Pulling her into him, his protective, finely muscled arms wrapped around her, leaving her void of any thought or speech. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her warmly and gently, devouring her lips with delicate passion, causing her to moan quietly as she surrendered to the heat pulsing through her sex.
“It’s the strangest thing,” she breathed as they parted.
“What’s that?” he inquired, nuzzling her neck.
“What I’m wearing, what I bought today.”
Intrigued, he stepped back, and as he slid the shirt from her shoulders he shook his head.
“You couldn’t have known,” he declared.
“Of course not, but I knew it was right the moment I saw it. I got goosebumps.”
The blouse fell away, fully revealing the shimmering blue bra and panties with white lace trim, and the matching thigh-highs with white lace tops.
“I’ve never owned anything like this, I’ve certainly never worn blue stockings,” she said softly, “and tonight, with the glow tubes, all that blue, and then my name, and your song…” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“There are more things in heaven and earth…” he sighed. “I can’t believe you found this outfit, and then bought it.”
“And I will always keep it,” she promised. “I’m going to find a box to store it in, the stockings, everything.”
He lifted her off her feet, laying her carefully on the sofa, and dropping his towel, stretched out on top of her.
“There’s just one other, teensy, weensy thing,” she smiled.
“And that would be?”
“The panties are crotchless.”
“Oohhh, you are such a deliciously naughty girl,” he groaned, “what am I going to do with you?”
“I think you’re already doing it,” she groaned back.
His cock, already standing at attention, pressed against her, and she closed her eyes, loving the feel of it, and the weight of his body holding her down. He nibbled her neck, then as he had done the first time he had kissed her, he traveled his lips to her face, planted tiny kisses over her eyelids, the tip of her nose, finally resting his mouth upon hers.
“I remember,” she whispered, as he lifted his head. “In the bus.”
“Open your eyes,” he said softly.
He waited until her eyelids lifted, and her sapphire eyes stared back at him, then moving slowly, he gently guided himself between her legs. The head of his cock felt the slit of the fabric, and dropping a hand between her legs, he touched her dewy wetness.
“Cody,” she mewed, “I don’t know what to say.”
Placing himself at her wet, open entrance, he locked her gaze.
Yes, you do, he said silently. Of course you do. Just be brave and say it.
Crinkling her brow, she saw a message in his soft, sparkling, hazel eyes, and took a deep breath, summoning her courage.
“I love you too,” she breathed.
He smiled down at her, and lowering his lips on hers, consumed her with a fervent, adoring kiss, as his cock snaked its way into her warm, wet home.
“I never had any doubt,” he whispered.
Lifting her arms, entwining them around his neck, she raised her head, searching out his mouth as he began slowly fucking her. Keeping time with their measured, even breathing, their warm passion filled their hearts, each stroke taking them ever closer to their mutual release.
“I’ve never felt like this in my life,” she moaned, arching her back as he searched out her breasts.
“I know,” he growled, “it’s some kind of magic.”
Staring at the glistening blue bra, he saw it had a center clasp. Lifting himself up, he raised his hand and snapped it open, then dropped his head to devour her bountiful breasts, each in turn, greedily sucking her nipples. She cried out, gyrating her pelvis, meeting his thrusts, feeling the shadowy presence of her growing bubble.
“I can feel it,” she mumbled, grinding against him, chasing the finish line.
Rising from her body, he knelt up and grabbed her hips, pulling her into him. The open bra and blue panties fueled his vigor, and surging forward, he rode her with renewed zeal, his cock swelling inside her hot, pulsing cunt.
“Cody, I’m coming,” she wailed, her hands grabbing his wrists as the flood of the powerful release washed across her.
He groaned as his cock spilled its essence, his dick spasming with joy, her sugar walls milking him, demanding every last drop he had to offer. It was a violent explosion, and panting heavily, he fell back on top of her.
Throwing her arm above her head, Becky gasped breathlessly, taking long, deep breaths.
“My gosh, I thought I was going to pass out,” she proclaimed, still breathing heavily.
“You are amazing,” he said softly, maneuvering their bodies so they could lay side-by-side on the couch. “The most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”
“I wish we didn’t have to go to that party,” she sighed. “I feel like I never want to leave this dressing room. I want to stay here, just like we are, forever.”
“I heartily agree, and we’re not rushing off anywhere,” decreed, and them the luxury of resting a while, in their post-orgasmic bliss.
“You know, I was just thinking,” he remarked solemnly.
“What?” she asked.
“We will always have this moment. We will always have this entire night. It will be with us no matter what happens, and it’s just the beginning. We’re going to make many brilliant memories. This one was the first.”
Resting her head against his shoulder, she sighed, then frowned.
“No, Cody,” she replied softly, “the first was when you came into the diner. I will always remember it.”
“I stand corrected,” he smiled. “You’re right. I think we need to start some kind of book, something to record our journey, starting with that chilly morning, and the French Press Coffee, and how I felt when I looked up at saw your face.”
“I would love that,” she beamed. “We need to find the perfect album. I want pages, and I want to paste things in it, like the take-out menu, and the lyrics I scribbled down when I wrote the song about you. The glow-tubes, do you have any extras?”
“Of course,” he replied, “and there’ll be a ton of photographs, believe me.”
“I guess we need to take a shower,” she groaned.
“I guess we do, but it’s really tiny. You want to go first?”
“Okay,” she smiled, standing up.
“By the way, how’s your butt?” he grinned.
“Um, let’s just say it’s been reminding me it’s there all day. Not so much now though.”
“I’ll fix that tomorrow,” he promised.
“I’m sure you will,” she winked over her shoulder, as she headed to the bathroom.
And every day after that, he silently vowed.