I’d never been one to fuck the boys in the band, but there was something about Mr. Chance that made me change my mind.
The festival was a loud, maniacal event that I could scarcely tolerate. I could handle a lot of things – motorcycles, bad boys, a nice big cock, but big festivals were hard. But I was there for my friend – Elizabeth. She was still underage, I had just turned 18, but her favorite bands were going, and she needed a ‘guardian’. I was going to do it for her, and I was going to just grit my teeth and bear it, until my motives changed.
Mr. Chance, which I assumed was his stage name, stood well above my height. It was always difficult to tell when artists were singing on stage, but he was down amongst the crowd, before his set. He was tall, and unimaginably handsome and there was something about his eyes that gave his whole demeanor a wealth of experience and charisma.
He was being called a ‘precocious savant’, one of the true musical genius’ of his time and despite his talents, he was still charismatic and friendly. He engaged with his fans and didn’t try to brush anyone off, even the sweaty lumpy guys that rolled up to him. There were some beautiful girls talking to him - petite, fuckable little things that wouldn’t know a cock if they were sucking on it and they were dressed in hardly anything, tiny little jean shorts that cupper their firm little asses, and bikini tops which barely held in their busts. Elizabeth was dressed the same. To be honest, the way I dressed, put some of their bodies to shame. I had worn a little pair of denim shorts too, which hugged my firm ass, and I was wearing a little button up shirt which pressed firmly onto my breasts. I looked good, I knew that. And when I brought my friend over to meet Mr. Chance, it became evident that he realized it too.
“Hello there.”
“Hello Mr. Chance, I’m Pepper.”
“Pepper, it’s a pleasure. That’s a great name.” He hesitated and I looked on at him. “Sorry,” he said. “I was going to make an awful joke of some sort, but I thought against it.”
“A pleasure to meet you too. This is my friend Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth looked like she was about to explode with excitement. “Mr. Chance, it is such an honor. Could I get a picture with you? Would that be okay?”
Mr. Chance chuckled. “Of course! And what about your cute friend?”
I must have been blushing at this point. The way he towered over me and kept his cool despite torrents of gorgeous women around him, the way he made me feel like it was only me there. That was impressive.
“I’m just tagging along today.” I said.
“Oh so you didn’t come to see me then?” He smirked.
“I did!” said Elizabeth.
“Well, I was just about to go and watch a set by some of my friends, perhaps you’d like to join?” Mr. Chance asked.
I looked at Elizabeth who was about to die. “We’d love to.” I said.
Mr. Chance, Elizabeth, and I made a B-Line for the second stage. We easily funneled through hoards of people who were queuing for The Shakers. With some help from the guards, and we had arrived at a crossroads.
“Elizabeth, why don’t you follow the guards down to the front of the stage. I’ll let Rick know he’s got some special fans up front.”
“You know the lead singer of The Shakers?”
Mr. Chance chuckled again. “Rick and I went to high school together.”
“What about Pepper?”
“Pepper and I will stick it out in the over-age tent. I’ll see to it she doesn’t get too bored.”
I didn’t think getting bored was going to be too likely. Elizabeth sped through the crowd as the band kicked off, and Mr. Chance and I were left at the bar.
“So do you know everyone here Mr. Chance?”
“I don’t know everyone, but quite a few people. Rick and I used to jam at school. He was a good guitarist, but he was also better looking. I was always shy at school and would just go home and play guitar whilst everyone was out at parties and hooking up. I guess it turned out to be a good investment.”
“I’m sure you get your fair share of girls now.”
“I suppose I could do. It’s not something I like to practice though. I see all these guys, these ‘rock-stars’ lose their mind chasing girls around. To me, I still feel uncomfortable about it. I want a real lady, someone who isn’t just seeing me as some flashy celebrity. It’s a nice change to see someone like you here Pepper.”
“Someone like me.”
“Someone who isn’t blown away by bright lights and flashy dudes playing guitars.”
“Thanks,” I blushed. “But I thought people got into pop music just for the girls. Otherwise you got into jazz or something like that.”
“Hah. I suppose maybe they do. Maybe I’ll need to start being more proactive.”
The sound erupted in noise and fury as the band begun playing. There was a shuffling of guards at the front of the stage and soon I could see Elizabeth and some other girls being escorted onto the stage.
“It looks like we’ve got some dancers for the set. Everybody, give a big round of applause for Elizabeth!”
There was a sea of cheers and her face lit up.
“Did you set this up?” I asked.
“I only had something to do with it.”
“You’ve made her day. You’ve made her year!” I felt myself move closer to him. His tall figure overshadowing me, and something deep inside me pulling myself towards him. It must have been the music, or the atmosphere, or just Mr. Chance himself.
“If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.”
From that moment on, the experience is so vivid, so clear.
***
It seems like it happened only today.
The music is amplifying and the beat of the kick drum vibrates in my chest. I grab his hand and tell him to follow me. He asks where we’re going and I say, “It’s a surprise.” I lead him through the throng of people and through to the backstage entrance. A security guard, different to the ones we’ve seen up until now goes to stop us, but Mr. Chance holds up his laminates. He waves us through, and the summer sun is going down over the horizon.
I says, “I’ve never actually been backstage.” I don’t know what it is about this night, but I begin to feel like a younger woman. Impulsive, risky, sensual.
We’re not going where he thinks we’re going. There’s a nice, secluded spot just behind the stand, I saw it as we got here. We fumble our way out the back there and everything is turning gold from the setting sun. The music is quieter out here, it’s a rumbling din and occasionally I can here Rick call out some praise for Elizabeth, followed by an eruption of cheering. She’ll never forget this night, nor will I.
There’s nothing behind us but the walls of the big stage, nothing in front of us but thick trees and the topaz sky, and I quickly unzip his pants.
“Are you sure you want to do this Pepper?”
“Very. Do you think you can handle me?”
“I’d love to find out.”
I hold the tip lightly between my fingers and run my tongue along the underside of him. I hold him loosely, and he slips out of my grasp, so I return him to my care without the use of hands now. I put my tongue underneath his tip and lift it into my waiting mouth.
I’m particularly gentle and he quickly starts to grow between my lips. I have the full length of him inside my mouth for now, but I won’t be able to do that for too much longer at this rate, as he’s already half-erect. While I can, I slip my tongue out and lick the upper portion of his sac. He’s looking down at me, care-free and I know that nothing could turn him away from me now. He’s about to see what a real bad girl can do.
He swells within my mouth, and I start to run my lips and tongue up and down his length, encouraging him even more as I start to suck a little harder. In no time, he’s fully erect and, he doesn’t know this yet, but I’m already so wet beneath my little denim shorts that I’m glad I didn’t wear panties to soak through.
He finally rests his head against the back wall of the stage, and I put my hand around the base of his cock. I jerk and suck him with vigor as the music festival rages on the other side of the wall. The other thing that he doesn’t know is that the reason I’m wearing such a modest top is because slid between my breasts is a miniature bottle of lube. Okay, so sue me. I may have been thinking of having a little bit of fun this entire time, but can you blame me?
I draw him inside my mouth again and again, moving my tongue in little figure eights, every once in a while switching the direction of travel. I can’t hear him moan, but I can feel that his cock has reached its pinnacle, and I take a moment to taste his head in my mouth. I continue polishing his now shining staff and I move my mouth back down him again as far as I can. I reach my end point and stay there for a minute, drawing scribbles on his underside with my tongue, and I pull off of him.
I unbutton my top few buttons and reach between my breasts. I grab the little clear bottle of lube and look up to see his expression, which is a mix of confusion, surprise, and excitement.
“You’ve planned ahead Pepper.”
“That I have Mr. Chance, that I have.”
I press one side of the cap, opening the bottle, and I lay a cold line of the stuff from the tip to the base of him. I press on the other side of the cap, closing it. I wipe my thumb across where the opening had been, removing the excess from the cap, and I set it on the ground. I unbutton the rest of my shirt and leave it on but open. I stand up, turn around, and ask him to undo my bra. In one swift snap, the bra is off and I set it cup side up on the ground and I rest my knees on its fabric.
With that, I rub my hand on him, spreading the lube in a thick coating from the bottom to the top of his gorgeous cock. I pick up the bottle and spread a bit of it stuff in my cleavage and grab his butt. I pull him closer.
“You’re going to have to bend your knees a bit. You’re a bit tall.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just come here.”
He does and we lean toward each other. I capture his cock with my buxom breasts and squeeze them together, and he’s already pushing himself through. We match each other’s pace. I bring my tits down over his upward thrusting member. I tilt my head downward and open my mouth, catching his tip just a bit just before he pulls back again. I forgot the lube was strawberry flavored and its sweet aroma enters me.
It’s such a sexy sight for me to have his hardness between my soft breasts. I press my index fingers in circles on my areolas, taking all that there is to be offered. I squeeze my breasts around his hard cock until the lube wears off. I let my breasts gently fall back to their normal position and grab him.
I crouch there, smiling up at him as I rub his dick with my palm and fingers.
“Your turn Mr. Chance.”
He smiles and I stand up. We turn around and I lean back against the stage wall and he crouches down in front of me. He drops my denim shorts with an unforeseen force and I put a leg over his shoulder, lightly resting it on his back.
He slides his fingers through my wetness, priming them before he works one inside my eager pussy. I close my eyes and I can feel that warm finger curling inside me. He finds my g-spot with ease, and my body pleasantly contracts and releases from the pressure. I smile and start to moan, but it’s lost in the sound of the music behind us.
“More, Mr. Chance.”
He starts to rub my legs with his free hand, and removes the other from inside me for just a moment, just long enough to get another finger in place. He slides them into me, and curls them toward my front, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my g-spot. I breathe heavily as I feel the electrical pulse run through my body. He leans his head closer in and, angling his hand, he lays his tongue onto my clit.
I hold my still exposed breasts and massage them as the pleasure takes me. I run my fingers across and around my nipples as he swiftly, deftly flicks his tongue between my legs, his fingers still bending to rub my clitoris. I look into the sky and see the first stars starting to emerge in the darkness. The air is becoming cooler, but as I begin to tremble, there is nothing but heat within me.
He moves his tongue around the upper part of my lips and with every lick, my skin comes to life. It’s not long before I’m telling him to lie down on the soft grass. He slowly removes his fingers from inside of me, lightly tugging against the front wall of my pussy on his way out. I tell him to pull his pants down a bit so I don’t soak the front of them, and he does. He lies back onto the ground and I turn around, my ass to his front and I lower myself onto him.
He feels so good inside of me, his cock is so filling and he holds me up so he can watch my butt as I rise and fall on him. He runs his hand across the top of my ass and the lower part of my back, and I’m grinding against his body, trying to get the perfect angle. I lean back, propping myself up with my hands on his chest, and I flip my hips up and down as the underside of his shaft glides over my g-spot.
He reaches his hand around my thigh and between my legs, propping himself on his other arm. He finds my clitoris, and it’s go time. I work my hips back and forth, swiveling them to the side with every jab of his manhood piercing my quivering pussy. His skilled fingers are pulling me closer and closer to climax, and my shirt falls completely to my sides, the top portion coming off of my shoulders, and I’m closing my eyes again, just taking it all in.
His hand moves quicker now, building my orgasm from the ground up. The first time I cum is so sudden that I almost don’t notice it until it’s already there. My legs and arms shake beneath me, and I almost lose my balance from the sensual explosion within my body. I scream out, but it’s only audible to the two of us as the band is playing so loud on the other side of that wall.
I grind myself into him harder as the contractions begin to lessen, and this is so not over. I bring one foot forward and set it between his knees, encouraging them apart. He spreads his legs just a little bit and I set that foot onto the ground. As I get a firm foundation there, I bring up my other leg and put it between his knees as well. I slide my feet across the grass until my legs are fully extended, and he feels so full inside of me.
I moan with pleasure again, and he’s trying to tell me something but I can’t hear him. I’m not going to ruin the moment by saying, “What?” I just keep rocking my hips and grinding him farther into me.
“I’m going to come,” he says again, this time loudly enough for me to hear. I take this as an opportunity to run my hips in concentric circles around him. He starts to breathe hard beneath my hands and I’m not going to leave anything to chance, so I lift one of my arms from his strong chest and slip it between my legs, coaxing my clit to another cascade of ecstasy. My heart begins to beat harder again, and I come hard, the tightening of my muscles encouraging his own orgasm and we come together.
He fills me up, and I simply scream from the pleasure. My nipples are so erect and sensitive that the light breeze is enough to send my stimulation so much farther as I keep coming. My limbs tremble, and the music stops just as I let out another loud, piercing scream.
I hear the cheering of the crowd into a slow decrescendo as the DJ begins to play filling music between the sets.
“Shit, Elizabeth, the set is over.” I say through my panting.
***
Mr. Chance grabbed my hand before I headed back towards the stage.
“Pepper, will you stay with me tonight?”
“I don’t know if I can do that Mr. Chance. I’ve got my friend to see about.”
“She had fun on stage didn’t she? What if I could fill out her schedule for tonight as well?”
“What are you proposing?”
“The Shakers are doing a DJ-set with a bunch of the other bands from the festival. It goes until late and it’s very VIP, but I’m sure Elizabeth could go along.”
I looked at him. His gorgeous face. I thought a rockstar would be itching to get away. They would cum and all of a sudden, be snapped back to their senses, and they’d high-tail it out of there. Mr. Chance was different.
“I’m not so much up for the club scene, and so I find it gets pretty lonely on these trips at night if people have a set to do. It would be nice to have some company.”
“It would be nice to give you some company. Are you sure Elizabeth will be safe?”
“You have my word. Rick and the rest of the Shakers are great guys, they’ll make sure your girls have a wonderful night.”
“...Let’s do it.”
We headed back to the stage and I saw Elizabeth, she was so ecstatic and she reveled in the attention. I stayed back, not wanting to disturb her and her new found fans. I saw Mr. Chance from the corner of my eye, he was whispering to Rick who then went up and talked to Elizabeth and her friends. A cacophony of excitement erupted from their group and I saw Elizabeth’s eyes find mine, searching for approval. I gave her a nod and she beamed up with glee.
“So where are we going to go from here Mr. Chance?”
“I’ve got a hotel just up town. It’s pretty excellent, really nice food, good view. What say you?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
***
That room was one of the most beautiful rooms I’d ever seen, and I remember it so clearly.
It’s bright outside, and we’re standing on the balcony overlooking the city. We’re on the thirty-third floor, and we gaze over the expanse of the skyline. The weather is warm still, but cooling down. The city is covered in darkness, and punctuated by colored lights. The thick tile barrier is slightly chilly against my fingers. I used to be scared of heights, but now they thrill me.
We’ve been talking ever since the limo ride over here. Dinner was beautiful and we’ve just been drinking and talking. In my mind, I’ve been waiting for the right moment to take him into my arms and take him again, and I’m starting to think that the time is right.
I lean into him as we stand next to each other, catching his attention. He looks at me, and I bite my lip with my eyes open wide with desire. He smiles at me and kisses me softly. He looks back out to the skyline. Oh, I’m going to punish you for that, I think.
I reach my hand behind his back and bring it down hard and open over his ass. He jolts forward, more from surprise than the actual blow, and looks at me again. I’ve donned a more sinister expression, and I smack his ass again.
He chuckles and tries to be aloof, but as soon as his eyes are off of me, my hand comes down again hard on his backside. I can’t help but giggle a little before I resume my serious expression. He looks at me with an expression which can only mean, “What the fuck is your endgame?” and he wags his finger in a no-no gesture, clicking his tongue as he does.
His expression slowly changes when I notice his eyes falling down towards my cute breasts and he picks me up and throws me over his broad shoulders. I squeal with delight as he smacks my ass again and again as my body contours over his. I quickly slip a finger into my cleavage and tug the fabric of my blouse lightly, ensuring that at least one of my unrestrained breasts will pop out with the gravity and the playful force of his hand.
He finally sets me down.
“Now are you going to behave yourself?”
Somewhere around the word “going,” he spots my exposed breast. He starts laughing from the surprise of the matter and I just stand there with my hands on my hips waiting.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to come out of your shirt like that.” He’s still laughing.
“Well, I did, didn’t I?” I lift an eyebrow and give him a seductive smile. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”
He chuckles again as I move my shoulder back and forth, giving a bit of bounce to my naked breasts. He doesn’t say a word, but he comes closer to me and places his mouth on my nipple. He runs his tongue along the perimeter and spirals inward, both my bare and my clothed breasts stiffen at his attention.
I stand there, pretending not to care. I keep my hands on my hips until he starts to pull away, and I grab the back of his head with both hands and press him between my breasts. I shake them a bit on either side of his face. I wonder if this is reverse motor boating. I chuckle, but he’s being dense, so I don’t tell him why as I release my grip and let him go.
“When a girl looks at you with hungry eyes, the gentlemanly thing to do is to respond to it quick.”
I try to use some sort of Marilyn Monroe voice, but it doesn’t come off at all. I feel the champagne is probably talking at this point.
We both laugh and he stands close to me. He kisses me on the lips and says, “I’m very sorry, ma’am—“
“Pepper,” I correct him.
He kisses me on the cheek and says, “Pepper, I’m very sorry Pepper. I shall Endeavour to be more attentive in the future.”
I give him a haughty laugh and flip my hair.
“You should be more attentive now.”
He finally seems to get the idea, and he puts his hands to the bottom of my shirt and starts to peel it up. I put my hands over his to stop his progress and I lift my index finger, telling him, “One moment, please sir.” I lift the bust line from under my breast and guide it back to its usual position. I lift my arms above my head, and with a smirk I say, “You may proceed.”
He chuckles at whatever character this is that I’m playing and he peels the fabric up my body and over my head. I lower my arms and he pulls the sleeves the rest of the way off of my body. I turn to the side, pointing to the zipper on my pants.
“You’re not done Mr. Chance.”
He smiles and unzips me, my shorts falling quickly to the ground. I stand in only my smooth skin. He’s waiting and expecting me to do something.
“A lady, good sir, should not have to lift a finger unless she wants to.” I decide to drop the accent.
“You blew your chance to have me do it for you. If you want to get naked, you’re going to have to do it yourself.” I cross my arms across my bare breasts, and wonder how many people in the building across the way are watching me stand here topless right now. Even more exhilarating is the thought of how many of them are going to see what comes next.
I can see him from the corner of my stripping down to his black boxers and I’m filled with hunger.
It’s not until he drops his pants, and I can see the growing proof of his arousal that I start to take notice. He moves behind me and puts his arms around me. He embraces my body and kisses my neck. I can’t help but get chills as he brushes his lips lightly over the sensitive skin of my shoulder.
“Mr. Chance?”
“Mmm?”
“I want you to fuck me so badly.”
He pulls a hand between my legs to check my wetness. I’m soaked and so, satisfied with this, he turns me around and leads me to the balcony. He pulls my hips with one hand and slowly pushes on my shoulder with the other, encouraging me to bend forward and rest my breasts on the cool floor.
The smooth surface of the tiles chills my skin, but his large warmth is inside me before I have a chance to get cold. He works himself in partway, easing in a bit farther with every bit of forward momentum. I look over the edge of the building, that old rush coming to me as he puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me onto him. I’m folding my arms above my breasts and I look up. The mirroring on all of the windows of the buildings across the way won’t reveal much, but someone has to notice that we’re out here fucking.
I unfold my arms again and push against the side of the railing, my butt slapping hard against his body. I arch my back and look across at all of those windows which watch me as I moan and grab my breast as Mr. Chance sticks himself into me again and again. I’m very aware of feeling very exposed. The sheer height of this balcony makes my adrenaline surge. There’s certainly a sense of danger and a bit of nervousness from being so wide-open, and that is the most thrilling thing in the world as I slide my pussy against him as he slides his cock into me.
I wonder if the people in the buildings across the way can see as I move my hand from my breasts to grab one of his hands that is pressed onto my shoulders. I wonder what they can see as I guide that hand around my front, down my stomach, and down to my gorgeous clit. I pat his hand lightly, encouraging him and he doesn’t waste any time.
He leans far forward to get a better angle, and he rubs my pussy with the hands of a master guitarist, coating the tips of his fingers in my wetness. I let out a loud moan, and wonder if the neighbors can hear me through the updraft as he penetrates me so deep.
I rest my breasts on the tile again, letting the cool surface stimulate my sensitive skin. My chest bulges against the weight of my body, and I look down once more at the road below. Hundreds of people walk, drive, and ride beneath us, unaware of the exhilaration that I get from looking at their tiny figures scurrying around. I put my legs together, tightening the area of entrance.
He’s moving faster now, and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out before my legs start to shake.
“Do you trust me Pepper?”
“Yes.” I don’t know if I should say it or not, but I do.
“Okay then, turn around.”
I stand up as he pulls himself out. I turn around to face him.
“Alright. Put your arms around my neck and hold onto me tight. I’m not going to let anything bad happen, and it’s not going to be as scary as you think it’s going to be.”
That phrase is scary enough, but I put my arms around him in an embrace and I hold tightly to his body. He coaxes one hand behind one of my legs and lifts it up. He guides himself inside of me, and he makes sure that he’s all the way in when he leads me back so my lower body is pressed firmly against the cold tile. He places his other hand around my other thigh and tells me to hold on. He lifts me up and sets my butt on the edge of the tile barrier.
My adrenaline is through the roof, and I clutch his body so tight with my arms and my legs wrapped around him. He moves one hand around my back, and then the other.
“Are you okay?”
“Just don’t let go, and don’t try to be funny and act like you’re going to drop me.”
“I promise.”
With that, he starts thrusting again. He’s leaning backward and I’m leaning forward, so I know that I’m safe for now, but everywhere behind me is a very long drop. My trepidation slowly turns into exhilaration as he holds me so tight and enters me again and again. If the people in the buildings across the way hadn’t noticed us before, I’m sure they’re noticing us now. I even start to rock my hips a bit as I get more comfortable with the open feel, completely vulnerable in every way. One’s trust in another cannot help but materialize very quickly in this situation. Don’t get me wrong, if a man is trying to lift you over a railing, it’s probably not a good thing.
He continues to lean back, so if I do lose my balance or he does, we will both fall onto the balcony, but I’m not thinking of falling anymore. As he penetrates me farther and deeper, the only thing on my mind is the rush of ecstasy and titillation through my body. We’re holding each other so close, and I can’t contain it any more. My legs start to shake, and I start to moan loudly, not wanting to scream and have the neighbors think he’s trying to kill me, but soon even that thought is gone before I come with such force that the tile beneath me becomes slippery. My grip couldn’t be tighter as I tremble against his body.
As my body quivers, I feel his warmth spreading inside of me. My muscles tense and relax as his cock pulsates within, and I take one more look back at one of the reflective buildings behind me and wonder how many people just watched me come as I sat inches from the edge of the building.
Mr. Chance pulls out of me and erupts. Jets of milk magma flow onto my gorgeous breasts and down my waist, nestling around my hips and thighs. He’s panting and I feel in his exhaustion his grip start to slip. The slipperiness of my sweating body makes me shift towards the edge of the railing and a surge of fury rushes through my body as I grasp down on him.
“Shit!”
We stumble off the railing and land in a heap on the balcony floor. I land on him and he lets out a guttural groan, as if all the air has been expelled from his body. We’re both still panting hard and I feel as if I’m going to faint. I almost died but yet still all I can think about is the pleasure of his cock inside me. I toy with his cum on my breasts and look down at my beautiful figure. I catch him smiling to the side of me.
“You really are a rock star aren’t you Mr. Chance.”
“You’re only a rock star sometimes Pepper.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s when we’re fucking.”
The End