Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

Despite his bouts of “artistic temperament,” he was really attractive, even if he was close to pushing 40.

You really couldn’t tell. I’d been surprised to see his age in black and white on a webpage. He had one of those faces that never really changed much.

Without really meaning to, I thought of a fantasy again. It involved him pressing up against the inside of his suit pants, yearning to break free. Part of me was more than happy to help him out with that. The thought made me wetter than a monsoon.

After clicking through more sites for a while, I finally came across a picture of him shirtless and playing his guitar at Wacken Open Air way back in the year 2015.

My eyes were fixated on the image as I slowly slid my panties down and yanked them out with my leg as I proceeded to place both my legs on the office chair very confidently.

The breeze added to the sensation as I felt like my pussy was slapped by the cold wind and sent shivers down my spine, making me clench in need.

With no one else to rely on to attend to my needs, I had to do it myself. Taking several slow, deep breaths, I tried to relax, making the going as easy as possible.

Even amidst being wet and all slicked up because of this tingling need, I was still tight. I wanted to lose my virginity so bad now that I was done focusing on school and trying to get into a band. I had made it professionally, and now it was time to concentrate on my personal life.

Keeping my gaze on the very attractive photo of the man that caused all these hormonal feelings to bubble up inside me until they were spilling out, I started to caress the folds of my pussy, keeping my breathing in mind as I didn’t want to be too loud.

With my eyes shut closed, my fingers went in gentle circles as I was trying to focus and enjoy this sensation.

“Oh!” I gasped, as I brushed my clit, wondering what it would feel like for Derek to do the same.

I knew that he was the reason I felt so ready to lose my virginity. I wanted him to be the one to take it.

With a couple more strokes, I slipped a finger inside the warm flesh of my vagina, slowly squeezing my finger in ecstasy.

Starting slow, I stroked inside, avoiding my clit for the moment, still not sure I could handle direct contact, at least not yet.

I was working myself up as my fingers moved carefully, the photo in front of me just driving me more to ecstasy and eagerness to continue, and it wasn’t so long until my eyes were completely shut, and my mind was locked into fantasizing about being with Derek for my very first time.

The sounds were clear amidst my guilty pleasure, the creak of the floor and light footsteps coming towards the door. I could smell his scent, that gentle and manly scent, an old spice smell if I wasn't mistaken. His scent was all that ever filled my sense of smell.

“Would you like some help with that?”

Derek’s tone was soft but inviting in my fantasy.

“Yes, please,” I squeaked, nearly breathless.

Whiling me around in the chair, my open legs coming nearly flush with his cock, he stroked my cheek. With slow soft kisses, traveling inward from my cheeks to my lips, his hand moved up my inner thigh.

Gliding lightly, he started his touches at my knee and moved them steadily northward. Moving my hand out of the way, I let him take over, his tender fingers stroking my vulva in gentle circles. He was avoiding my clit, at least at first, getting me warmed up before doing anything too intense.

As he continued stroking, his mouth moved south, kissing down along my neck, soon getting to the border of my breasts.

After he pulled down the top of my dress, they were exposed to the open air, soon enough knowing the sweet joy of his gentle mouth, tongue first, spiraling around my nipples, as his fingers traced around my vulva. He was filling me with such excitement that I wanted to burst.

Once again, he was on the move, slipping two fingers inside me as he switched nipples in his mouth. All the while, he was still stroking my wet nipple with his free hand, getting me to the tipping edge of orgasm.

Just before I could release, though, he relented. Releasing my boob from his mouth, going back to kissing me, his hand lightly cupped my pussy as I came down. When I’d made it back to zero, he started in again, kissing down between my boobs, moving ever southward. My pussy began to twitch in anticipation.

“Oh!” I gasped as his tender tongue touched my clit.