Let's go.

Part One: The Bus

After running across the parking lot and running through the corridor, I am out of breath by the time we finally make it to the "bus" he has been telling me about. When I see it I remind myself that these guys aren't Guns n' Roses yet so of course the bus isn't luxurious, but I'm still shocked at the metal hell that is in front of me.

He sees the look of horror on my face and laughs, "Hey, I said 'classier' experience not 'classy' experience." I stare at him in shock at the state of the bus. It smells of mold, there are dirty clothes and empty beer bottles everywhere. He clears off a dirty pile of clothes from the old couch then sits down heavily on it. I'm glad to see he is out of breath from our cardio too. He pats the couch cushion next to him as an invitation for me to join.

He looks up at me from his position on the couch as I step toward him and stand between his legs, and I watch as his eyes turn from amusement to molten need. It is the first time I have actually had a chance to study his face. He has thick eyebrows that are darker than his light hair, a large angular nose, a soft mouth, and high cheekbones. I run my hand along the stubble growing along his jawline then trail my fingertips up and over his mustache. I rake my eyes over the plains of his face and finally back to his deep blue eyes that immediately hold my gaze.

He reaches up and grabs my hand that was caressing his face and kisses the inside of my palm, all the while staring deeply into my eyes. The intimacy of this moment surprises me, I still don't know his name but I feel a deeper connection to him than I expected. The thought saddens me suddenly. I am aware that our connection will be a fleeting moment to him, he will have so many of these rendezvous with many more women. I try not to give this thought too much weight and risk ruining our brief moment. Luckily, he drags me down onto his lap and the fleeting thought escapes my mind.

His hands are in my hair and on my ass. His lips are crushing mine as his tongue breaches my lips to rub against my tongue. I feel full of him and yet like I don't have enough. I pull him closer to me and deepen the kiss further even though it feels like I will swallow him. He smells like sweat and beer and boy. His facial hair scratches my soft skin as he begins his descent from my mouth to my neck and then slowly down to my breasts.

In the heady moment, I hadn't realized he had rid me of my shirt and my bra. I smile at this thought before gasping as his rough facial hair assaults my nipple. He sucks the hard peak into his mouth while his right hand plays with the other. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He flicks his tongue over my nipple then pulls my head down to him for a deep kiss. His hands are back on my ass and under my skirt. I can feel his fingers toying with the cotton band around my thighs. I'm not even slightly self-conscious over my sensible panties anymore. It seems that his lust for me has made me feel sultry and confident. And fuck, he even seems into them.

I can feel his finger breach the fabric at my thigh and softly circle the skin directly underneath. So close and yet so far from where I am aching for him to touch me. My hands are in his hair and my mouth is on his as he slowly begins to inch closer to where I am so wet and ready for him. He pulls his fingers out from under my cotton panties, unlocks his lips from mine and stands me up. The abrupt shock of being disentangled from his warmth is sobering.

I feel a chill against my nude upper half and instinctually cover my breasts. He smiles down at me, takes my hands in his to release my breasts, and without saying a word, kneels down in front of me. He lets go of my hands and reaches up and under my skirt to release my panties. He hooks his fingers on their cotton band and slowly peels the now damp fabric down my thighs. He untwines the pink cotton material from around my ankles and puts them in the front pocket of his jeans. I chuckle at this and he smiles back at me, a knowing almost lewd smile plays on his lips.

I am left standing in the middle of this filthy bus wearing only my heeled boots and the short, leather skirt. After pocketing my panties and still on his knees in front of me, his hands begin their slow tantalizing assent up my thighs. I just want him to touch me so badly and he is taking his time, teasing me. I thought this was supposed to be a quick rough fuck with a hot musician, not this slow assault on my senses.