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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When I took up guitar,I always thought I'd get loads of action, but the truth is that after gigs all you ever get is blokes asking questions about strings and amps.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Except there was this one time...post-gig we'd gone back to a house party and the refreshments continued well into the early hours.
At some point I decided to head to bed, and grabbed the last available room in the house. Completely out of it, I barely noticed when Vanessa poked her head around the door and asked if she could share the bed.
I think I managed "bwrrr -yarg" and passed out.
I'm not sure how long I was out for, but when I came to Vanessa was straddling me.
"You were so funny" she said "getting your clothes off was hilarious, the trousers took for ever, but when I gout your underwear off....it was worth it"
At that point I felt her hand grab my cock.
"Now here's the thing, I've fancied you for about 2 years now, and whenever I see you play, I get so fucking wet....I'm going to fuck you....just lay back and enjoy it"
Vanessa was in her early 40s, had long blonde hair and had quite a cute and quirky face. I'd noticed her at gigs before and we'd chatted, but I had no idea she felt like this.
She came close for a kiss and took my bottom lip in her mouth, sucking on it. And then she started to work her way down over my chest.
"Errrr....I'm not sure about this Vanessa" I whimpered.
"I've waited two years for this...and your cock seems willing" she said assertively "you're getting fucked"
Against all the odds, my cock was standing to attention - apparently oblivious to the fact that I was still pretty wasted.
"He he look at him, he can't wait..." Vanessa's breath was hot on the head of my cock. She'd kissed her way that far down and was holding me firm - apparently deciding what to do next.
"Hang on..." she said and stood up.
"Vanessa, this is all very nice, but honestly, we shouldn't. I hardly know you" I put up a fairly heartless defence "and you were going out with our singer a few months ago, it's not right"
"I'm not seeing him any more. And I prefer you..." She giggled. "I only stopped to get out of these"
And with that, she took off her bra and knickers...both of which were silver and shiny and now in a small pile on the floor
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