He was Bob, a local guitarist, singer, and songwriter who played a few of the clubs around town. His music was original, mellow, and often lyrically intriguing. Bob was older than most of the musicians in the clubs, being in his fifties, and he had a following of mostly younger women who came to see him each weekend that he played.

She was Susan, in her thirties, and one of his biggest fans. She was always at whichever club he was playing, and always sat near the front, watching his every move. She always noticed when he changed something, like the new jeans he wore that evening, and she always checked whether they were tighter in the crotch, maybe showing a nice bulge, which these did. His smile melted her and was known to get her wet when he acknowledged her at a show with a smile and a nod. She always hoped for a day that he would sing just to her.

This particular evening he was playing at one of the older clubs, one which still had dressing rooms for the on-stage talent. She knew about the dressing rooms, and had for some time fantasized about meeting him in his dressing room after a show, and playing his skin flute while he serenaded her on guitar. She was especially into that fantasy this evening, and had dressed for it just in case there was an opening for her. She looked good in her short skirt and thin blouse, sans bra to show a hint of nipple. Encouraged by his smiling and nodding right at her near the end of the show, she managed the courage to venture backstage and find his dressing room. She knocked.

“Come in,” she heard.

Susan opened the door and entered the dressing room. It was small and very old-fashioned and had the predictable vanity with a mirror and lights, a couple of chairs, and a big sofa.

“Have a seat on the sofa, please,” he offered. Looking up from the music he was flipping through, he glanced at her and stopped what he was doing.

“Hey, I know you! I see you at almost every show sitting up front. I'm glad you stopped by.”

“I'm Susan, and I'm a big fan,” she offered, relieved at Bob's friendliness.

“I'm Bob, but you know that. So, what can I do for you?” he asked.

Susan had waited for this moment, so she spoke right up without thinking too much. “Would you play a song, just for me, while I'm here?”

“Sure. It'd be my pleasure,” he replied. “Anything special you want to hear?”

“Anything you want to play will be great,” she answered.

So Bob walked over, picked up his acoustic guitar, and slung its strap over his shoulder. As he stood a few feet in front of her and got ready to play, she spoke again.

“There's something I'd like to do for you while you sing, Bob,” she said.

“And what's that, Susan?”

“It's a surprise. But don't worry; you'll like it,” she said confidently.

“Okay then, surprise me!" he said as he started to strum the intro to the song. She recognized it right away as one he often played at his shows.

Susan was at the point of no return now, but she was confident he'd like what she was about to do. She moved closer and knelt before him. He watched her as he strummed, saw her reach for his belt, felt her unbuckle it, undo the jeans button, and start to unzip him. She stopped to smile up at him, then unzipped him completely. He smiled back at her and began to sing.

She pulled his jeans down to his knees, and then hooked her thumbs over the top sides of his briefs and pulled them down as well. She was greeted by his mostly flaccid penis, but even as she looked at it, it was stiffening before her eyes.

She moved her mouth to him and blew on the head of his penis before kissing its tip. He moved a little in reaction to her kiss but kept serenading her. Susan continued to kiss his penis for another moment, then licked up and down the sides of his dick, which was totally aroused and firm by now. She licked with gusto, feeling with her tongue around the folds, valleys, holes, and bumps of the surface for another minute. Then she put her mouth around its head while she reached below to caress his balls. He continued to play and sing, but gasped through a couple of lyrics when she added his balls to the action. She was skilled at getting a man to succumb to his desires in a case like this, and she knew he would as she proceeded.

Susan circled his penis' head with her tongue, sliding over its round edges and licking across its tip. Bob jerked a little with that move, missing another word of the song, and she took the cue to take more of him into her mouth. He continued to sing, maybe a little faster now, as she moved her head to take half of his length into her mouth, sucking harder on his skin flute. Susan ran her mouth out and over his dick while squeezing it harder with her lips and still sucking on it, sure that he felt her lips and the light graze of her teeth. Then she moved back in, ready to repeat. The harder she sucked him, the harder he strummed; she was amazed that he kept singing.

Deeming it time to really get him off, she took his entire penis into her mouth. He was strumming faster, and gasping through more lyrics while she moved and bobbed her head, covering his length with her tongue and lips. Susan moved her head back to let all but the head of his penis out of her mouth, sucking him as she did, then moved forward to take its whole length back into her. She repeated the motion and wiggled her head a bit to be sure he felt her tongue and the insides of her mouth. As he neared the end of the song, she maintained the intensity of her blow job, sucking on him with all her heart. His strumming grew harder, and his singing was louder, with many missed words now, as his climax was getting close. He nearly screamed with the pleasure she was giving him as he jerked hard and shot the first spurt of his man juice into her mouth. She accepted his deposit and waited for more, which came over and over as he ended his song with strong strums in sync with his ejaculations.

When he finished, Susan removed her mouth from him and licked his penis clean before swallowing his spunk.

“Well, that was a pleasant surprise!” he said, a little out of breath.

“I trust you enjoyed it, then?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. You know I did, and you even swallowed the evidence, you sweet thing.”

After he recovered for another moment, he asked, “And can I do anything for you, Susan, to thank you?”

“Anything you'd like,” she replied.

“Okay, then how about you slip out of that skirt and blouse for me, and hop on the sofa over there.”

So Susan slipped out of her skirt, and took off her blouse, leaving her in just her panties since she wasn't wearing a bra, and sat on the sofa. He shuffled to the sofa, his jeans around his ankles and his still mostly rigid dick leading his balls in facing her. He knelt in front of her and placed his hand at her crotch, then began sliding his fingers up and down over her panties, tracing her slit beneath. She opened her legs for him and moaned at the feel of his fingers on her most sensitive place as he continued to stroke her. He made sure to ride over her clit with every pass, causing her to have little jerks each time. She felt herself getting wetter than she already was, and knew he could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.

Then Bob stopped rubbing her pussy, grabbed her legs and pulled them together, grasped her panties and slid them off. He spread her legs and knelt between them, holding her legs open with his body placement. She was laid back on the sofa now, her head resting against the back cushion, with her crotch wide open to his attention. Susan was enjoying the anticipation of the fucking that she expected next, and her pussy was as ready as ever when he surprised her by sliding his hands along her sides and to her breasts. He cupped each one, squeezing gently, and began to fondle her nipples. With little squeezes and twists, they were feeling the pleasure of his fingers and quickly hardened like erasers, while she began to leak a little juice down below.

Continuing to fondle her breasts, Bob moved his head to her inner thighs and started to kiss and lick her, alternating sides every few moments. It felt wonderful to Susan, and she just relaxed and enjoyed the arousing feel of his mouth on her. She noticed he was slowly moving toward her crotch, and when he got there, he kissed and licked her pussy. As ready and wet as she was, she enjoyed him using his tongue to divide her pussy lips while he covered her private place with licks and kisses. He probed with his tongue, swarming over and between her tender folds, and upon finding her clit, he began tweaking it. Susan raised her hips to meet him as she relished the pleasure his tongue was providing her.

Bob moved his right hand from her breast and inserted one, then two, fingers into her vagina, leaving his left hand to continue with double duty on her breasts. He pushed his fingers in gently, then backed them out, then went in again, a little deeper, all the while continuing to lick her pussy and tweak her clitoris. Susan was now feeling the full impact of her breasts, clit, and vagina being skillfully assaulted by Bob's mouth and hands. She was rocking and moaning and soon ready to cum, barely holding on as she waited for the pleasure to overcome her.

That's when Bob started to curl his fingers inside her so they rubbed against her G-spot, and after a minute, the intensity was more than she could stand. Susan came with a tremendous orgasm, causing her to jerk repeatedly and squirt her feminine juices onto Bob's fingers as he kept busy playing her inner vagina, while his mouth continued to wow her clit with licks and flicks. She screamed from the combined feel of all her erogenous places being stimulated at once, with the G-spot being the final straw. Her strong jerks nearly caused Bob to lose his focus, but he continued to stroke her most sensitive nerves with his fingers and tongue until she was done, her spasms subsiding. Then he stopped, with Susan leaning back on the sofa, totally relaxed, totally spent.

While he had been giving her every sexual stimulation she could handle without using his penis, his member was busy recharging and now stood ready for action. Bob, still on his knees, pulled Susan's hips to the front edge of the sofa, spread her legs wide, and brought his penis to her snatch. He tapped her pussy several times, hitting her still-engorged clit, before entering her sopping hole. Deeper and deeper, he pressed until she could feel his entire penis in her, filling her void. As he began to cycle in and out of her, she squeezed his shaft with her vaginal muscles, giving him the impetus to fuck her harder.

Since Bob had cum a short while before, compliments of her skillful blow job, he had more stamina now, and he kept pumping her pussy long and deep, to her great enjoyment. Despite her full-blown orgasm minutes earlier, Susan began to get that aroused feeling again, her urges building back as he fucked her deeply. She loved sensing him inside her, feeling every in and out move, and had no idea how he could last so long. After many glorious minutes, he finally peaked and began to jerk as he shot streams of semen into her. She felt its warmth, which triggered her orgasmic response, and while less intense than before, it was a wonderful climax for her.

When he was done, he pulled out of her and stood up. She leaned forward and took his penis to her mouth, sucking his semen and her juices off it, and licking it clean. After she finished, she put her panties, blouse, and skirt back on, while he pulled his briefs and jeans up and buckled. Then he spoke.

“Well, Susan, that was a great way to end the day! Maybe we can do it again sometime, but in a better setting, like my home.”

“I'd love that!” she replied.

“Good. I have a show here next Friday. If you come to see me play, we could go to my place afterward.”

“I'll be there!” she exclaimed with a smile.

Then he walked her out of the building and to her car, where he kissed her goodnight, and she drove away.

Susan was thrilled to have had a personal serenade by her favorite local musician, and some great sex to boot. And she looked forward to seeing him the following Friday for more.

<< To Be Continued >>