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I am drummer in a band called Atomic Spartacus. We've had a few shows but much in the way of anything finacially rewarding. We heard a local company was going to throw its employees a little party and bands were encouraged to submit audition tapes. It was to pick morale after a series of brutal winter storms battered the state. We had no Christmas-related songs in our line up but thwn we discovered it was to be a "tropical" theme and that no seasonal music was permitted. We shot a half dozen somgs in the garage of our lead guitarist/ lead singer which provoked a flash mob who sat on the driveway as we played. It helped our energy and enthusiasm while performing. Two weeks later we got the word that the gig was our's, but it was momentarily postponed due to yet another, minor but still adding to the pre-existing snow.
Two weeks later we were setting up our instruents in a corner of moderaly sized meeting hall within their building. The delay gave us to rehearse more songs and had a good amount ready. While the staff set up tables, food, and decorations we did a sound check and played a couple Beach Boys tunes to the delight of the staff and seemed to pick up their spirits.
Once the party was officially under way we got the set kicked off with Surfin' Bird by The Trasmen, followed by Love Shack by the B52's. Our guitarist sang the majority of the songs, but we all got the opportunity to take a song on our own. The first song I got to sing that night was The Tide Is High by Blondie.
All the during the set I noticed an Indian girl prowling through the crowd, sipping her drink and dancing by herself. She was petit, appealingly plump, with skin the color of burnt sienna, with big dark eyes, and long black hair that was pulled into a pony tail in the back but cut into a band just above her eyes. I figured she was eyeballing one of other guys but when I saw her smiling at me I felt my heart pond a little quicker.
We had been playing for nearly an hour and a half when a little twenty minute intermission was called so that we could get something to eat and rest for the next set. I was sitting behind my drum kit when I glanced over my shoulder and saw the gitl standing there. She wore blouse that was opened enough to reveal a discreet and teasing length of cleavage. Her breasts were quite full for such a petite girl and the nipples dimpled the front of her shirt. I figured her age to be in the low twenties.
"You were great," she said, her smile was radiant.
"Is there a ladies' room nearby?" I asked her and took my hand.
Being a female in an otherwise all male band might appear awkward to outsiders but once I dropped the bit of informaation that I am a lesbian seemed to resolve any idea of romantic dramas and we all focused on the music. They had fired their last drummer and I auditioned for them and we've been playing together for over a year now.
'My name is Sunita by the way," she said. "Call me Suni."
"I'm Maureen. Don't call me Mo."
We reached a unisex rest room with a locking door. Suni was sipping her drink and looking at me. The door was locked. I just stepped up to her and planted a long deep kiss on her lips. Her mouth opened and welcomed my tongue. I could taste the liquor and couldn't help but wonder if if this the effect of the booze or were the emotions sincere. I have crossed this bridge too many times in my life. There is a class of women whom I have called "tourists" whom want to see what it is like like on the other side with little guilt and empty promises to call when I have given out my phone number, but make lame excuses when not offering their own numbers.
Fuck it, I thought, enjoy the moment, and quickly opened the front of her shirt and kneaded her tits through the white lace bra that contrasted against her skin. She was running her hands over my arms and enjoyed the muscular forearm and bicepts. The bra pop open easily and her breasts surged forward from their restraints. Suni dipped her fingers into the wine glass and rubbed the liquor over her hard dark nipples. I was not much of drinker but I would make an exception in this circumstance and suckled on them lovingly.
She had managed to pull my t-shirt up over my head and I felt her hands moving over my considerably smaller breasts, pinching the nipples gently. I kissed her harder, pulling off her skirt and slipping a hand inside her panties with the tiny hearts printed on them. Her breath hitched when I reached her pussy, tickling her clit with the tip of my index finger and felt it hardening. She slipped down my jeans and was mirroring my actions.
"You wear men's underwear?" Suni asked.
"If it more comfortable," I responded.
"You are the real deal, aren't you. No faking."
"There's nothing I enjoy more is to suck on a pretty girl's pussy," I said and suddenly lifted her so that she was seated on the edge of the sink. I spread her legs wide and buried my face into the neatly trimmed mass of black pubic hair, inhaling deeply her scent.
Suni's moans echoed off the tiled walls and could be heard by anyone who might have been passing by at that moment. I didn't care. I worked on her like a dyke posessed. It had been a long time since I had a girlfriend. Masturbation was a poor substitute for sex. I savored each moment. If she was a "tourist" I was going to work it for all it's worth and perhaps make her think twice about her current preference whatever it might be.
We switched positions and Suni was sucking my pussy now. If she were a tourist she showed no evidence that this was her first encounter and boldly worked her tongue over my damp pussy, glancing up at me, her face glazed with my juices. I leaned over and kissed her.
Suddenly there came a knock on the door. It was the bassits letting me that we were due to start the next set. I couldn't believe that twenty minutes had passed so quickly. I called out to him that I'd be done in a few minutes while continuing to finger Suni's lobely cunt until her own juices flowed copiously. We stood there in the center of the rest room fingering one another to an orgasm. Suni came first. Her body nearly doubled over at the moment but I held her upright. A few momrnts later I got off and heaved a long deep sigh and we held one another briefly before beginning to clean ourselves.
I raced to the hall. I begged to begin the set with a song. It was agreed and we got started with Walking on Sunshine from Katrina and the Waves. I spotted Suni just entering and I felt a wonderful tingling sensation throughouy my whole body. For the remainder of the night I paused to discreetly inhale Suni's scent which clung to my fingers even though I has washed them.
I did give her my number. The reason she gave for not giving her's was that her family was very traditional and wanted her to meet and marry a wealthy Indian boy. I accepted the explantion and felt enough hope that she would call me. I couldn't stop stealing glances at her during the course of the set.
"Sure, I'll take you there," she
Two weeks later we were setting up our instruents in a corner of moderaly sized meeting hall within their building. The delay gave us to rehearse more songs and had a good amount ready. While the staff set up tables, food, and decorations we did a sound check and played a couple Beach Boys tunes to the delight of the staff and seemed to pick up their spirits.
Once the party was officially under way we got the set kicked off with Surfin' Bird by The Trasmen, followed by Love Shack by the B52's. Our guitarist sang the majority of the songs, but we all got the opportunity to take a song on our own. The first song I got to sing that night was The Tide Is High by Blondie.
All the during the set I noticed an Indian girl prowling through the crowd, sipping her drink and dancing by herself. She was petit, appealingly plump, with skin the color of burnt sienna, with big dark eyes, and long black hair that was pulled into a pony tail in the back but cut into a band just above her eyes. I figured she was eyeballing one of other guys but when I saw her smiling at me I felt my heart pond a little quicker.
We had been playing for nearly an hour and a half when a little twenty minute intermission was called so that we could get something to eat and rest for the next set. I was sitting behind my drum kit when I glanced over my shoulder and saw the gitl standing there. She wore blouse that was opened enough to reveal a discreet and teasing length of cleavage. Her breasts were quite full for such a petite girl and the nipples dimpled the front of her shirt. I figured her age to be in the low twenties.
"You were great," she said, her smile was radiant.
"Is there a ladies' room nearby?" I asked her and took my hand.
Being a female in an otherwise all male band might appear awkward to outsiders but once I dropped the bit of informaation that I am a lesbian seemed to resolve any idea of romantic dramas and we all focused on the music. They had fired their last drummer and I auditioned for them and we've been playing together for over a year now.
'My name is Sunita by the way," she said. "Call me Suni."
"I'm Maureen. Don't call me Mo."
We reached a unisex rest room with a locking door. Suni was sipping her drink and looking at me. The door was locked. I just stepped up to her and planted a long deep kiss on her lips. Her mouth opened and welcomed my tongue. I could taste the liquor and couldn't help but wonder if if this the effect of the booze or were the emotions sincere. I have crossed this bridge too many times in my life. There is a class of women whom I have called "tourists" whom want to see what it is like like on the other side with little guilt and empty promises to call when I have given out my phone number, but make lame excuses when not offering their own numbers.
Fuck it, I thought, enjoy the moment, and quickly opened the front of her shirt and kneaded her tits through the white lace bra that contrasted against her skin. She was running her hands over my arms and enjoyed the muscular forearm and bicepts. The bra pop open easily and her breasts surged forward from their restraints. Suni dipped her fingers into the wine glass and rubbed the liquor over her hard dark nipples. I was not much of drinker but I would make an exception in this circumstance and suckled on them lovingly.
She had managed to pull my t-shirt up over my head and I felt her hands moving over my considerably smaller breasts, pinching the nipples gently. I kissed her harder, pulling off her skirt and slipping a hand inside her panties with the tiny hearts printed on them. Her breath hitched when I reached her pussy, tickling her clit with the tip of my index finger and felt it hardening. She slipped down my jeans and was mirroring my actions.
"You wear men's underwear?" Suni asked.
"If it more comfortable," I responded.
"You are the real deal, aren't you. No faking."
"There's nothing I enjoy more is to suck on a pretty girl's pussy," I said and suddenly lifted her so that she was seated on the edge of the sink. I spread her legs wide and buried my face into the neatly trimmed mass of black pubic hair, inhaling deeply her scent.
Suni's moans echoed off the tiled walls and could be heard by anyone who might have been passing by at that moment. I didn't care. I worked on her like a dyke posessed. It had been a long time since I had a girlfriend. Masturbation was a poor substitute for sex. I savored each moment. If she was a "tourist" I was going to work it for all it's worth and perhaps make her think twice about her current preference whatever it might be.
We switched positions and Suni was sucking my pussy now. If she were a tourist she showed no evidence that this was her first encounter and boldly worked her tongue over my damp pussy, glancing up at me, her face glazed with my juices. I leaned over and kissed her.
Suddenly there came a knock on the door. It was the bassits letting me that we were due to start the next set. I couldn't believe that twenty minutes had passed so quickly. I called out to him that I'd be done in a few minutes while continuing to finger Suni's lobely cunt until her own juices flowed copiously. We stood there in the center of the rest room fingering one another to an orgasm. Suni came first. Her body nearly doubled over at the moment but I held her upright. A few momrnts later I got off and heaved a long deep sigh and we held one another briefly before beginning to clean ourselves.
I raced to the hall. I begged to begin the set with a song. It was agreed and we got started with Walking on Sunshine from Katrina and the Waves. I spotted Suni just entering and I felt a wonderful tingling sensation throughouy my whole body. For the remainder of the night I paused to discreetly inhale Suni's scent which clung to my fingers even though I has washed them.
I did give her my number. The reason she gave for not giving her's was that her family was very traditional and wanted her to meet and marry a wealthy Indian boy. I accepted the explantion and felt enough hope that she would call me. I couldn't stop stealing glances at her during the course of the set.
"Sure, I'll take you there," she
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