We remain quiet as we meander through the corridors of the stadium, following the instructions Brandon gave me carefully, pausing every so often and making out brazenly to stop any disgruntled security guards from asking us too many questions.
“This way,” I whisper, tugging on Bibi’s hand and pulling her through the door to our left.
We stop short. Wow. This place is amazing. A dressing room with a difference. Usually they are barely comfortable, but this one is something else. No wonder the guys wanted to meet us here and not back at the motel. Bibi runs around the room like an excited schoolgirl.
“Look at this,” she squeals, pushing her way through another door to the right of the room.
Joining her, we stumble to a halt in the doorway and stare in disbelief at the sight in front of us. Taylor, Hard Knocks’ back-up guitarist, is sitting on the side of a hot tub, naked except for the ridiculously expensive-looking Gibson Acoustic that rests on his knee and covers his manhood. My breath hitches and my cunt clenches as I take in the scene. Two men in the tub in a passionate clinch as Taylor gently strums his guitar at the side, watching them intensely.
I look towards Bibi and see that she is just as captivated as me.
“I’ve never seen two men together before,” she says quietly, her hand now holding mine, her thumb brushing my skin and causing a new wave of desire to roll through me. “It’s so…so…so….”
“Hot?” I offer, not even trying to hide my arousal.
Turning towards us, Taylor smiles, his brown eyes gleaming as he notices our conjoined hands. “Matts, Bibi, Brandon said you might be joining us.”
He stands and leans his guitar against the side of the tub. My clit swells as his erect cock brushes against my thigh while he kisses my cheek. I’m not sure whether I’m still high from the music out in the stadium or high from the sight of his fingers plucking the strings of his guitar only moments earlier, but I’m desperate to sink to my knees am take him into my mouth.
“Just as they told me,” Taylor says as he draws the back of his hand across my cheek, “Such an angelic-faced slut.”
“She’s a gem, isn’t she?” Bibi agrees as she pulls me into her and kisses my cheek. If she were a dog she may as well have pissed on my leg, marking her territory.
Taylor chuckles, “No fear, diva, I’m with them.” He tosses his head in the direction of the men in the hot tub, neither of whom I’ve seen before. “Feel free to stay and enjoy the show!” With a wink he leaves us and slips into the water, joining the other guys for fun beneath the bubbles.
Bibi and I remain still and silent, watching the scene unfold with captivated intrigue. Who knew the sight of three hot tattooed rockers making out, stroking each other, prodding and probing, would be so hot!
“Bibi, you’re here!” Solène squeals as she enters, running at her friend and embracing her tightly before kissing her square on the lips.
“Now that’s what I call a hello!”
“I didn’t think you’d actually come.”
“As if I would miss your birthday, Sol,” Bibi brushes her lips against her friends’ and I wish that she was kissing me as she had done only moments earlier out in the corridors. Her lips are exquisite, a plump ruby red and soft as velvet. What I wouldn’t give for just one more kiss.
Turning to me, Solène winks and grins slyly. “Now, I know it’s not your birthday, babygirl, but I’ve got you a gift.”
It’s impossible not to fall in love with Solène, she’s so vibrant and full of life, constantly throwing surprises in my face. At thirty-one, she’s nine years older than me, but I’ve never had a friend like her. Best friends forever, isn’t that what they say about those who can’t seem to leave each other’s side for longer than a day at a time? That’s what Solène and I have become, addicted to each other, drawn together like moths to flames, like another drug, getting withdrawal symptoms. Sure, we’ve fucked a bunch of times, but we’re more of a friendship with added extras thing.
Hopeless romantic that I am, I’m still holding out for Mr. Right. The search is looking bleak right now though. Fucking I’m great at, but finding a guy who will hang around for the pillow talk? No such luck.
“Mattie, may I introduce you to Nic,” I follow her gaze as she turns towards the doorway.
Wow!
The world around me ceases to exist, the sounds of sex and chatter dissipating into background noise as I look at this man. Tall. Muscular. Ripped biceps bulge from the sleeves of his white t-shirt. His head is devoid of hair, but he sports a scruffy goatee and the expression that tells me he’s as grumpy as sin. I like him already.
I extend my hand and smile, “Hi.”
He regards me for a mere second before stalking passed and going to stand by the window.
“Isn’t he divine?” Solène whispers excitedly into my ear as she starts to undress.
“He didn’t even acknowledge me!”
“Sure he did, he looked at you didn’t he? That’s more attention than he gives most people.”
I watch as she gets naked, marvelling at her figure and how she stays in such good shape. It must be all the sex.
“Come…watch me celebrate my birthday,” She says excitedly and grabs my hand, pulling me into the bathroom where Bibi already now sits in the tub with the others, her large breasts bobbing in the bubbles.
Solène quickly joins them, three guys and two girls, all laughing as they begin to share their bodies for pleasure. I watch as Taylor hauls himself onto the edge of the Jacuzzi to allow his friend access to his cock, my own pussy moistening as he fucks himself into his friend’s mouth. Solène moans loudly as Bibi grips her by her hair and smashes their lips together, their breasts rubbing together in the process. Usually I would be in there with them, but Nic…. Gorgeous, serious, solitary Nic has got me feeling all bashful.
Looking at Solène now, like this, so entangled in the web of lust with her friends I knew that she was where she was meant to be, surrounded by those who adored her and those who adored fucking her.
She really did have the sweetest of cunts, Solène. She taught me exactly how to kiss a woman on the nether lips in a way that was almost certain to induce climax on your subject. We spent hours practicing, with me, the good girl, on bended knee with my face buried between her thighs. Solène tastes divine, her silky nectar hinting at honey. I could feast on that pussy all day, had I nowhere else to be…other people to fuck.
Looking over at Nic in the far corner of the room I see him sipping from his beer whilst gazing out of the window. Odd. Wouldn’t any red blooded male be watching Solène — who is now being spit-roasted in the middle of the floor by Josh and Brandon whilst the droplets of water drip off her skin — rather than looking the other way? Wouldn’t he be lovingly stroking his big prick whilst Solène sucked furiously on Taylor’s? Hmmmmmm. No, it would seem not.
“What can you see?” I ask quietly, following his line of sight through the pane of glass and into the industrial estate beyond.
“Eh?”
Ah, he speaks!
“Well, all I see are grey walls and corrugated iron roofs. It’s not exactly exciting stuff.” He looks back out of the window, perplexed by the conversation. “So, what do you see?”
He looks back to me, regarding me with deep green eyes as he takes another sip.
“I see two people, lovers, sharing a big canopy bed in the most amazing five star hotel in town. I see soft kisses, laughter, gentle caresses and an expensive bottle of champagne.”
“Hmmmmm, you got all that from Mike’s Motor Repairs? Not bad,” I mused.
“I see you.”
What?!
“What?!”
He holds out his hand and waits for me to slip my palm into his.
“I’m Nic, pleased to meet you.”
I smile as he raises my hand to his lips and kisses it sweetly. Well what d’ya know, we have a gentleman in our midst. A very handsome, guitar strumming, tattooed hunk of a gentleman.