Let's go.

Part One: The Bus

He finally reaches me and he slowly trails his rough, callused finger over my clit. I gasp and we lock eyes. He begins to play with me and then slides his finger into my slick core. He groans when he feels how wet I am and I sway on my feet. He takes his finger out of me and puts it in his mouth, holding my gaze. I give him a lewd smile of my own and he reaches behind me to unzip my leather skirt.

The skirt falls to the floor and he moves closer to me. His hand spreads my legs while I'm still standing and he slowly licks my clit. I bury my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to grind myself against his rough facial hair and his hot tongue. I'm probably smothering him, but fuck it, he put his face there and I want the pleasure that this sexy, longhaired musician is clearly offering.

I moan as his tongue continues to encircle me, and his rough facial hair assaults my softness. He moves his fingers inside me rhythmically and I feel myself edging closer. He pulls my thigh up around his right shoulder and at that moment, I lose it. He chuckles softly against my clit then bites my inner thigh.

"Okay, that's enough." I playfully say to him. He looks up at me and grins that lewd grin. He stands up and sits on the couch.

At this moment I feel almost guilty as I take in the long frame that is sitting in front of me on the old couch. He is clad in dark jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black shirt with the name of a band on it that I don't recognize, and a pair of worn army boots. His erection is huge and damn it looks painful bulging through his jeans. The idea that this sexy man just endured that level of physical discomfort for my pleasure, excites me. I also realize that he is still fully clothed, even with his boots still on, and I am completely naked.

I straddle him on the couch and pull off his shirt. Now that he is shirtless, I see that he has tanned skin and doesn't have any chest hair. The only hair on his upper torso is that sexy trail disappearing under his jeans. I gotta admit, I have always dug a man with chest hair, but this light-haired, tanned, and tattooed babe is pretty damn hot too. He locks his lips on my nipple again and rubs his hands up and down my back. I pull his face up to my lips and give him a deep kiss before unraveling myself from his lap and then sliding down between his legs.

I undo his belt buckle, unbutton the top button on his jeans, and slide the zipper down to release his erection. He gasps when I grab it and thrusts his hips up to bring it closer to me. I run my tongue along his shaft and slowly tease him as he moans.

Finally, I take him inside my mouth and begin the slow tantalizing job while watching his face. He is leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head, his eyes are closed and I swear his face looks similar to the facial expression he had earlier on stage when he stepped in front of us to perform his solo.

He unlaces his fingers and buries his hands into my hair, matching my rhythm. I feel his fingers begin to tighten against my scalp and I know he is close. I feel the warm liquid escape him as he lets out a deep, low groan. I lick the rest off his shaft and smile back at him as he grins down at me.

He pulls me up to him and gives me a deep, hot kiss, then slaps my ass. He laughs and rolls me off his lap onto the dirty couch.

"I have to find a condom," he admits to me. He stands up, his tanned naked body illuminated by the afternoon sun. I smile back at him and say, "Hurry."

He bends down and picks up his jeans. Desperately rifling through the pockets for a condom. Finding my panties, he pulls them out of his pocket and holds them up to his face, looks me in the eye, and deeply inhales. Damn, he's a bad boy, I think to myself and shake my head at him in feigned exasperation. He puts my panties back in his jeans, drops his pants to the floor, and leans over to kiss me. His lips break from mine and he begins rifling through the drawers next to the couch.

He swears quietly, obviously not having any luck. "Shouldn't sexy musicians have a drawer filled with condoms?" I ask him. "Well, we did." He replies with a wink. I laugh and begin helping him dig through the drawers. He walks to the back of the bus and I can hear him unzipping suitcases and slamming cabinets.

"Bingo!" He exclaims from the back of the bus and comes back to me with a eager grin on his face. In his hand, he brandishes four condoms and looks down at me proudly. "Wow, you sure are optimistic," I say to him. "You better believe it, babe." He replies, his eyes changing from amused humor to hot, dark need.

He scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. My hot, wet core pressed against his stomach. His arm is around my ass while his other arm steadies himself against the bus's upper shelves. Our mouths are entangled again and he carries us back to the couch. He sits down on the couch with me on his lap, then unlaces his arm from around me. He holds himself for me as I position myself over him.

Once he is inside me we release a simultaneous moan and my head inadvertently rolls back. He leans forward and kisses my exposed neck then begins thrusting himself inside me as I rock back and forth. I bend my head to kiss him and his lips lock onto mine as his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, encouraging my rhythm.

He leans forward and pulls each of my legs around his waist, changing our position. He stands up and lays me down on the bus's dining table.

"Better leverage," he says huskily into my ear. He begins deeply thrusting into me while holding my legs wrapped around him. He brings my right leg up and kisses my calf before putting it over his shoulder, then thrusts deeper inside me.

I feel all consumed by him and my body tingles from the heightened sensitivity. The coldness of the table against my back, the heat from his thick erection inside me, and the warmth of his admiring gaze as he rakes his eyes over my exposed body on the table. I have never felt more alive or more sexy than I do here with this man whose name I still don't know.

He begins thrusting harder, deeper, and faster and I watch as a bead of sweat begins to form on his brow. I see his face begin to contort in ecstasy as he releases then doubles over in exhaustion on top of me. He chuckles and lets out a muffled expletive against my breast, that I am pretty sure is, "fuck." I chuckle in return and thread my fingers through his hair that is covering my chest.

"I have never been with a boy whose hair is almost as long as mine," I say to him. His face is still buried in my chest and I feel his hot breath on my breast he replies, "You have beautiful hair."

He presses himself up and off me then looks down into my eyes. "Are you going to tell me your name now?" He asks with a grin. I smile and tell him my name.

"What's yours?" I ask in return.

"Jerry," he murmurs then kisses me softly.