with that?"
"Pruney fingers and wasted water. Now turn around."
He spun reluctantly and I gave his back the same tender treatment, focusing a bit too much on the swell of his firm, round ass. It was perfection in tight jeans but completely breathtaking in the nude. I circled one cheek for the tenth time or so when he'd finally had enough.
Joe grabbed the sponge and turned us both around, flipping our positions. As the water rinsed the soap from his body he reached out to clean me next.
I shuddered at the first touch, my feel slipping on the wet floor, and made a quick decision. "You know, maybe we should take a break. Finish this shower later. Much later."
His eyes widened and he pulled me close. "Great idea." He shut off the spray and followed me out of the stall. We grabbed towels and robes and patted ourselves dry while heading back into the bedroom.
I made it to the bed three steps before Joe but he was on top of me before I could even sit down. Joe kissed me, his tongue diving into my mouth impatiently. He rolled us over so I was on top and straddling his hips.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass covering the picture hanging above the bed, and was amazed. My hair was wild and wet, ringlets hanging randomly around my face and shoulders. My eyes were bright and my lips reddened. I barely looked like myself at all. Looking back was some sensual woman, self-assured and glowing with pleasure, not mousey, chubby me. The sight aroused me in a way I'd never experienced before and I glanced down at Joe, knowing, finally, what he saw when he looked at me.
"You're so beautiful," he said, and I didn’t argue for once.
Joe ran his hands up and down my back and then bent me over for a kiss. He laughed as my hair tickled his face and held it out of the way with one hand.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don’t be. I love your wild hair. Like some Greek goddess or something."
I snorted, suddenly understanding how he wrote such powerfully evocative songs. The boy had a seriously impressive imagination.
"Well, now that you have me in bed, what shall we do, Liss?"
I smiled but didn't say anything. My reply was to pick a condom up from the bedside table, open it, and slide it down over the wide head of his member.
"I think I see where you're going with this," Joe said. "And I like it."
I laughed, stroking him. "Doesn't this thing ever get soft?"
"Not around you," he replied.
"Good." I shifted and slid him inside me, noting that I too seemed to always be ready when he was near. I rocked forward and back slightly, keeping our pace slow. We had all night. And, if going on the road went well, possibly the rest of our lives.
Chapter Two
At the crack of noon the next day I boarded a bus to my new life, at least temporarily. I climbed the stairs holding Joe's hand tightly. It wasn't what I expected. In my mind I'd imagined something really huge and grand with a stripper pole and a hot tub. What I entered was just a really nice bus. There were leather benches along the sides behind the driver's area, a small table across from a kitchenette and a pocket door that led to the back. I counted three televisions in the small space and a bunch of speakers. Well-appointed to keep a bunch of fun-loving guys entertained for a while.
Joe pulled me into the space and down onto one of the benches. It wasn't as comfortable as a regular sofa, but it was fine. I could feel myself sweating from nervousness and I squeezed Joe's fingers hard enough to make him flinch.
It was amazing to think how I'd ended up here, joining a rock band on their tour bus. A week ago I was living my boring life, working nights in a mostly deserted diner and wondering if there was any excitement left in my future. But then Joe walked in and changed everything. Now I'd taken an open-ended vacation from my job, got my best friend Kelly to check in on my apartment and I was off on an adventure I'd never even dreamed possible before. That is, I would be if I could keep
"Pruney fingers and wasted water. Now turn around."
He spun reluctantly and I gave his back the same tender treatment, focusing a bit too much on the swell of his firm, round ass. It was perfection in tight jeans but completely breathtaking in the nude. I circled one cheek for the tenth time or so when he'd finally had enough.
Joe grabbed the sponge and turned us both around, flipping our positions. As the water rinsed the soap from his body he reached out to clean me next.
I shuddered at the first touch, my feel slipping on the wet floor, and made a quick decision. "You know, maybe we should take a break. Finish this shower later. Much later."
His eyes widened and he pulled me close. "Great idea." He shut off the spray and followed me out of the stall. We grabbed towels and robes and patted ourselves dry while heading back into the bedroom.
I made it to the bed three steps before Joe but he was on top of me before I could even sit down. Joe kissed me, his tongue diving into my mouth impatiently. He rolled us over so I was on top and straddling his hips.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass covering the picture hanging above the bed, and was amazed. My hair was wild and wet, ringlets hanging randomly around my face and shoulders. My eyes were bright and my lips reddened. I barely looked like myself at all. Looking back was some sensual woman, self-assured and glowing with pleasure, not mousey, chubby me. The sight aroused me in a way I'd never experienced before and I glanced down at Joe, knowing, finally, what he saw when he looked at me.
"You're so beautiful," he said, and I didn’t argue for once.
Joe ran his hands up and down my back and then bent me over for a kiss. He laughed as my hair tickled his face and held it out of the way with one hand.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don’t be. I love your wild hair. Like some Greek goddess or something."
I snorted, suddenly understanding how he wrote such powerfully evocative songs. The boy had a seriously impressive imagination.
"Well, now that you have me in bed, what shall we do, Liss?"
I smiled but didn't say anything. My reply was to pick a condom up from the bedside table, open it, and slide it down over the wide head of his member.
"I think I see where you're going with this," Joe said. "And I like it."
I laughed, stroking him. "Doesn't this thing ever get soft?"
"Not around you," he replied.
"Good." I shifted and slid him inside me, noting that I too seemed to always be ready when he was near. I rocked forward and back slightly, keeping our pace slow. We had all night. And, if going on the road went well, possibly the rest of our lives.
Chapter Two
At the crack of noon the next day I boarded a bus to my new life, at least temporarily. I climbed the stairs holding Joe's hand tightly. It wasn't what I expected. In my mind I'd imagined something really huge and grand with a stripper pole and a hot tub. What I entered was just a really nice bus. There were leather benches along the sides behind the driver's area, a small table across from a kitchenette and a pocket door that led to the back. I counted three televisions in the small space and a bunch of speakers. Well-appointed to keep a bunch of fun-loving guys entertained for a while.
Joe pulled me into the space and down onto one of the benches. It wasn't as comfortable as a regular sofa, but it was fine. I could feel myself sweating from nervousness and I squeezed Joe's fingers hard enough to make him flinch.
It was amazing to think how I'd ended up here, joining a rock band on their tour bus. A week ago I was living my boring life, working nights in a mostly deserted diner and wondering if there was any excitement left in my future. But then Joe walked in and changed everything. Now I'd taken an open-ended vacation from my job, got my best friend Kelly to check in on my apartment and I was off on an adventure I'd never even dreamed possible before. That is, I would be if I could keep
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