The Boys In The Band
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She had spent most of the afternoon at the beach. Her hair was golden blond with sun bleached streaks that really accented her bronzed skin. She always knew just when to get out of the sun… just starting to pink but before any burn set in. Her skin was warm & aglow and she had dressed in a pale pink tee with a low scooped neck that really accented her skin tone. She had gotten to the bar a little early as usual to assure herself a spot on the pool table. She knew that once she was on, it was her table for the night. It was very difficult for anyone to win the table from her. She was good, but she was also very distracting to her opponents in a very subtle sort of way. She always made sure to wear just the right neckline that would give them just the right size peek while she cued up & took her shots.
While she was winning game after game the new band the bar had hired had come in & started setting up their equipment on the small stage on the far side of the dance floor. They were a very nice looking bunch of men. She hoped their music would match their looks. Most of the bands that played here were pretty good. But every once in a while they’d hire some bunch of clowns that was just awful! God she couldn’t stand to sit through an evening of mediocre at best music. She was in a mood and just wanted to revel in some really good sound.
She watched them setting up as she sank bank shots & spun balls with perfect English. There was one fellow in particular that kept catching her eye. He was tall. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that left very little to the imagination and had a very nicely trimmed beard. She couldn’t help but wonder how that beard would feel brushing against her cheek or nuzzling into her neck. She could feel her nipples growing erect at the thought. Perhaps that was why her opponent just missed his next shot. She noticed that of all the guys in the band were quite focused on what they were doing, but the tall one, the one with the beard seemed to keep looking her way. Each time she glanced toward him she could see that he was looking away suddenly trying not to appear rude for staring. She felt so good. She’d never been aware of attracting attention from all the way across the room before.
It had been a while since they had finished setting up. She wondered where they had gone to. She checked the clock above the bar. Almost 9:00. That was usually what time the entertainment started. As she sank the 8 ball & finished off yet another victim, she decided to relinquish her table to the good sport she’d been playing and go find a good spot on the floor so she could check these guys out. She hated getting stuck off to the side or right in front of a speaker. As the band started to take their places on the stage, she too took her place, right in the center of the floor. Not too close, not too far, and right where she could see all of them.
They had changed their clothes and were now in white shirts with black vests. She had thought they were hot before… now they were downright DDG! (her best friend’s phrase for drop dead gorgeous!) Wow did they clean up nice.
She watched as the tall bearded one picked up his instrument. Ahh…. the bass player. They went through a few last minute tuning and getting in synch type notes and then lapsed into their first number. She didn’t recognize it but it sounded wonderful. Kind of a jazzy-blues sound. The notes seemed to float out across the crowd and envelop her. The whole crowd seemed to sway in unison as if they were all one with each other. She swayed with them, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on the bass player. She felt so drawn in by him. She had a better view of him now too and could see that he had the most incredible blue eyes. They were such a deep shade of blue and had the most enticing sparkle in them.
She watched as they played so many of her favorite songs. They played in a way that she felt as if she could touch each note. She watched the bass player as he strummed the strings on his bass. He strummed up & down in a very rhythmic way. His other hand slid back & forth along the neck, squeezing the frets here & there. It was very sensual and erotic to her. She couldn’t help but wonder how those hands would feel on her body if he handled his bass that way, and if the sounds he got from her would sound as sweet. Lost in her thoughts, they went into a rendition of Dylan’s Lay Lady Lay. She absolutely melted. This time she not only kept her eyes fixed on the bassist but he seemed to have found her in the crowd and was keeping his eyes fixed on her as well. All through the song he had his eyes set on her and she felt as if it was she he was stroking, not those strings. As if he was undressing her and letting each note caress her from her head down to her toes. She felt her nipples becoming erect again and wondered if he could see them protruding through her shirt from where he stood. She let the song go through her, body & soul, and felt a sudden warm gush of wetness escape into her panties. How could anyone have this kind of an effect on her without even touching her?
The lights came up slightly and they announced that they would be back shortly after a quick break. God she needed a drink after that. The patrons were three deep at the bar but she managed to find a spot where she could squeeze in & get the bartender’s attention. She was on a Rolling Rock kick these days. She ordered one from the bartender and as he handed her the green bottle an arm came past her accompanied by a voice that said he’d like to buy the lady a drink and could he please have the same. She started to turn to tell this creep that she could damn well pay for her own drinks thank you very much but when she turned to look at him they were squeezed in so tight that he was too close for her to focus on his face. He did smell good though and as she turned her head she felt his beard brush across her cheek. The bassist?!?She pulled her face back as best she could to get a better look at him. Yes! It was him! He was so tall standing next to her, and as they were crushed in the crowd there was no hiding the fact that he too was attracted to her. She could feel his rock hard bulge pressing into her hip. Another warm surge drifted into her panties.
They talked, they drank, there was a jukebox playing somewhere during the intermission and although there was not much room to move they managed to sway together to the music. They were pressed so tightly together in the crowd. So tightly that they both realized that no one could see their hands, or where they might wander. As they swayed & rocked with the music she felt his hand exploring down between her legs. God she was glad she’d worn a skirt tonight. Normally she’d be in jeans. But tonight the short denim skirt was very convenient. He stroked the inside of her thigh, she pulled him tight against her hips with a soft grinding motion. She wondered if anyone would notice if she were to get her hand inside his zipper.
They looked deep into each others eyes with a knowing look, and shifted in such a way that positioned him sort of between her & the bar…. surely no one could see where her hand was going unless they were crawling on the floor under them. Gently, quickly, quietly she slid his zipper down and reached in with her long graceful fingers. She was afraid she would fumble clumsily with his underwear but to her amazement, he wasn’t wearing any! All she felt was his very hot, very hard cock. It was so smooth & silky in her fingers. She slid her fingers back & forth just as she had remembered him doing to the neck of his bass only moments before. As he reveled in his pleasure he buried his face in her neck…. that was all she needed. She could feel yet another warm surge this time accompanied by a tingling down to her toes which made her shudder with pleasure and as she did , he too exploded… right under the bar. Splat. No one saw a thing. No one that is until the cleaning lady came in the next day….
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