Monday, February 26, 2007

Party for Two - picnic anyone?

Angie groaned as she got out of her car. Seven thirty was WAY too early in the a.m. to be out of bed, especially on a Saturday. She winced as she closed the door – ok, so she was a little hung over from last night’s drinking, but she was entitled. After all, it was the middle of summer. The earliest she ever got out of bed on the weekends was noon! But not today, and all thanks to the four phone calls from her boss on her cell the night before. In a drunken stupor, she told him she would work just to shut him up. Apparently, as usual, the powers that be over-extended themselves on booking and needed every spare body. Hence the reason she was at the office at this ungodly hour, mentally preparing herself for a two hour drive north – on a school bus no less. She felt a little twinge of satisfaction that her co-horts in crime from the night before were suffering just as much as she was, just at a different gig. At least they didn’t have to ride a school bus. She sighed. When she first started working event security, she thought it was going to be all glamour and hanging out with rock stars, stopping groupies at the door, and escorting very important people through throngs of adoring fans. Just goes to show, fantasy is always better than reality. They didn't pay her enough for this shit.

Angie glanced at the extra large double double coffee she got from Tim’s and wondered if it would be enough caffeine to keep her awake until she got her second wind. As she rounded the corner from the parking lot, she spotted a few of her co-workers looking like she felt. That lifted her spirits a little. She wasn’t the only one suffering. She stopped next to her friend George.

“Sooooooooo sexy, what’s up?” He glanced down at her. “Well, now that you’re here – everything.” He gave her one of his heart stopping grins. She grinned back. He was such a joker.

“George, honey, it’s only seven thirty. My libido doesn’t get going until around ten.”

“Hey, we’ll still be on the bus……” he let his voice trail suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. Despite her exhaustion, Angie giggled. She was beginning to feel better.

“You know George; I’d take you up on that if it wasn’t for Diana.” That, and the fact that Angie had a shitload of doubts that he was serious. Because, in spite of a few random incidents to the contrary, she knew that she was the type of girl that men frequently flirted with, but never followed through on. But had Diana not been in the picture, Angie would have enjoyed fucking George immensely. In fact, she'd wanted to from the first day they'd met. He was tall and wiry, but not too skinny, with healthy, shoulder length brown hair that any girl would have died to run her fingers through. His brown eyes always sparkled and his teeth were the whitest she’d ever seen. All in all, definately a twelve on a scale of one to ten. And he'd probably be a fantastic lover. But Diana was a friend of hers, ever since she’d helped Angie through her divorce last summer.

Slowly, the rest of the staff showed up in various states of alertness and dress. As far as Angie was concerned, the best part of her job, ok one of the best, was the fact that they weren’t supposed to wear their uniform shirts outside of the job sites. In the summer, Angie loved wearing her black tank top, which, in combination with her push up bra, thrust her tits up to new heights, and showed them off. Frequent washing had faded and shrunk it, but the thin elastic spaghetti straps were surprisingly resilient, and had held up. Along with that, she wore her black shorts, and her hoodie was tied around her waist. Her unruly curly hair was up in its usual clip, and she was wearing the most oversized pair of black shades she could find. It had been a struggle to keep her eyelids open long enough to get her contacts in, but it was worth it. The sunlight was already getting to be too much to bear.

They all stood around, making cracks about the time, gulping their coffee and leaning on one another for support. Apparently, Angie wasn’t the only one who had tied one on the night before. At ten after eight, the bus finally pulled up. Angie looked at Nancy, who was taking attendance.

“One bus full for the whole park?” Nancy laughed. “Don’t worry. There’s sixty on the bus, and about thirty who drove up. Not to mention the Barrie and London offices sending their crew. We’ll be fine.” Angie looked at the call sheet. She scanned the list, but was only mildly disappointed when she didn’t see Dalton’s name on it. There was, however, one name she noticed in that quick glance that made her heart race – Matt. At least one person there was worth sexing up for.

As everyone loaded onto the bus, she threw her knapsack on the rack above George, fell into the seat next to him, and turned his shoulder into a pillow.

“Wake me when we get there.” He patted her head and laughed. “Ok sunshine.”

Angie desperately wanted to sleep, but her mind kept drifting to her last encounter with Matt. Her body grew hot at the memory of him fucking her. And what a memory. There were so many reasons it was good: the size of his dick (which was impressive!), Dalton watching while Matt did things to her that HE never did (eating her out for one, making her cum, not once but twice, for another – Dalton had yet to get her off at all), AND it had happened while they were at work. She still couldn’t believe that they had pulled it off. She never used to be that ballsy. With him there today, maybe he’d like to try again. The thought made her smile.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, George was nudging her. “Come on Sleeping Beauty. We’re here.” Angie popped one eye open, lowered her shades, and gazed up at him grumpily.“Don’t you know that SHE was awakened with a kiss?”

George placatingly dropped a kiss on top of her head. “There.” He said with a smile.“Well, it’s not the best I’ve ever had, but it’ll have to do.” She sat up, and immediately gasped at the pain in her neck. She rolled her head gingerly. “George, if this kink in my neck hasn’t gone away by the time we’re leaving, I’ll suck you off for a massage.”

Angie heard a chortle of laughter behind her, and realized that the bus had grown eerily silent. She could feel 58 pairs of eyes on her. She stood up.

“Or any other volunteers?” A few hands shot up, and the whole bus started laughing.

As they disembarked, she endured some good natured ribbing from her friends. She turned to George as they ambled to the trailer for sign in. “You’d better call Di and tell her about this. ‘Cause if the company grapevine gets to her first…..” she let her voice trail off. All it took was one pseudo-sexual comment between two people to turn it into a full-fledged rumor. And one thing she’d learned was that the gossip game didn’t die as you got older – if anything, it got worse. George nodded. “Don’t I know it.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the bellowing of their boss. “Angie! Get your uniform on and get to the trailer to help with sign in.” Angie didn’t hesitate. Responsibility at last!! After three years of getting nowhere, she’d been waiting for it. Throwing her shirt on over her tank top, and giving George a peck goodbye, she marched over to the trailer, tossed her bag in the corner, and sat down next to the other person at the trailer.

She accepted the papers handed to her, pulled her pen out of her pocket and yelled “NEXT!”As the guards split the line, licenses in hand, she heard from the person next to her “How’s it going?”She quickly glanced over, recognizing that voice in a sort of “blast from the past” moment.

Looking to the next person in line, she kept working while talking. Normally, she couldn’t do that, but all she had to do was look at the license, write down the name, and continue to the next person. Wasn’t that hard.“Hey Phil. I’m doing great. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. How have you been? NEXT.”

With his eyes on the task at hand, he replied, kind of distracted. “Yeah, I’ve been busy with my other job. I’m working for one of the promoters.” He winked at her. “Discretion dictates I can’t tell you which one.” Angie felt herself grow green with envy.

“Wow, that’s incredible.” She managed to squeak the words out. Phil’s face burst into a grin of pure amusement.

“Then why,” he broke away from the sign ins to briefly face her, “do you look like you want to rip my eyes out?” As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but look at his eyes, and she was hit with the full force of those eyes, and found herself drowning in their hazel depths. She quickly looked away, and continued signing people in.

She had forgotten about the “Young” eyes. Both Phil and his brother Craig, who otherwise looked nothing alike, had these gorgeous hazel/brown eyes that were constantly deep pools of expression. It was always hazardous for her to look into either set. She realized that he was still waiting for an answer.

“C’mon Phil. You know getting into music promotion is my dream.”He laughed and patted her thigh. His touch set off a reaction in Angie that could only be described as nuclear. Her heart rate jumped a thousand per cent, her skin felt like it was on fire, her pussy grew moist, her tits became alert, and her breathing grew shallow. For that one moment in time, with Phil’s hand on her leg, Angie felt more turned on than she had in, what seemed like, forever.

Phil removed his hand, but not before trailing his fingers down to her knee. “Don’t worry Angie, I won’t forget you. Remember, you’ve got low friends in high places – ME – and it’s not who you know,”“it’s who you blow.” Angie completed the oft-quoted show biz mantra. “Just remember that.” He said and winked again.

Flustered, she looked up for the next person in line, only to discover that everyone was signed in. She could hear Randy giving the pre-show talk that preceeded deployment.

She pushed her chair back, reluctant to end contact with Phil. She didn’t notice that he was doing the same, and when they stood up they were nose-to-nose. Well, nose to chest anyway as Phil had a good four inches in height on her. She gazed up at those beautiful eyes, and her gaze went to his lips. All she had to do was stretch her neck up one inch…`One inch away from paradise.’ She thought to herself. The tip of her tongue slipped over her lips, and they automatically parted. Time seemed to stop. Phil moved his head in slowly, Angie’s eyes began to close and“PHIL! Front and center!” Randy’s voice penetrated the cocoon of sexual longing that had enveloped her. Phil snapped back to reality. He moved past her, his hand brushing against her crotch area, his arm lightly rubbing against her nipples.

After he left the trailer, Angie’s legs refused to hold her upright, and she sat back down hard. She was confused. Had she just imagined all that? Because, if he HAD felt what she was feeling, there’s no way he could turn it off like a light switch. Her crotch was wet, her nipples erect and her hormones were through the roof. No, it had to have been her sexual frustration manifesting itself in a real time fantasy (thank you Dr. Ruth). But she was still feeling the effects of the encounter. Boy, did she ever want to fuck Phil! She had to get her mind off of him and cool her body down before she spontaneously combusted. She glanced down at the sign in sheet and saw Matt’s name on Phils. Funny how he was all she could think about on the ride up, but now all thoughts of him had fled.

Outside, she heard the guys laughing and realized that she hadn’t been deployed yet. Shaking off her raging hormones, she went out to remind Randy that she was still there. When she poked her head out, he spotted her.“Oh shit Angie. Sorry. I forgot all about you.” She just tilted her head. “That’s ok. Where do you want me?” The question was directed at Randy, but she was staring right at Phil, who held her gaze with a bemused smile on his face. Randy looked at his sheet.“Well, I’ll put you at stage left, but right now they’re doing a closed sound check. So hang out here until it’s done ok?”Angie shrugged like it was no big deal, but inside she was turning cartwheels. Randy rode away on his golf cart, leaving Phil, Angie and a few others behind. Phil stayed outside shooting the shit with tour security. She sat on the steps of the trailer, leaned back on her hands and basked in the sunlight. It was hot on her face, and her skin immediately got warm. She wished she could take off her uniform shirt, but she was on the clock. So she settled for rolling the sleeves up to her shoulders. Within a few minutes, she felt the perspiration building up on her skin. She looked down and the top of her breasts shimmered. Mentally she berated herself for forgetting her sunscreen. She got up and rummaged through her bag for her Neutrogena.

After slathering it on liberally, she went back to the step, only to notice that Phil was gone. She fought a wave of disappointment, but resumed her sunbathing. Kelsey sat down beside her.

“Hey hon. How ya been? I know I’m a year late, but I’m sorry about the divorce.” She patted Angie’s knee.“That’s ok Kelsey. Onward & upward right?”

“Right.” She nodded. “And I couldn’t help but notice, “ she leaned in conspiritially, “that Mr. Phil Young was checking you out.” Angie punched her in the arm.

“Shut up. He was not……was he?” her voice sounded childishly hopeful to her own ears.“Girl, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest.”

“Kelsey, he’s a man. If there’s a set of tits around, he’s going to check them out.” Kelsey nodded, but her expression was doubtful. “Ok, if you say so…” She stood up and stretched. “Time for me to visit the girls……ummm….” She was at a loss for words staring at the port-a-potty “hut?” Angie laughed as she sauntered away. Angie sat back and thought about it. Phil couldn’t POSSIBLY be interested in her, could he? Angie refused to believe it. After all, he was cute, sexy, younger (only by a year), he was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. And then there was that dreamy smile…..Angie could feel her pussy getting hot all over again. This was too much!!! If she didn’t fuck someone soon she was going to go crazy! She started jumping up and down to expend some of her sexual energy. But it didn’t help at all.

She heard a series of thwacks coming from behind the fence leading into the backstage area. With nothing better to do, and no idea when Randy would be back to post her, she decided to investigate. Walking around the corner, she saw a couple of the roadies hitting golf balls into an empty field.She stood watching for a bit as their lean, hard bodies (sculpted from years of carting heavy equipment she was sure) coiled and released with each shot. It was beauty, it was grace, it was…..HOT. Angie shook her head to clear it. Maybe if she hit a few it would help. After all, it couldn’t POSSIBLY make it any worse.

“Hey guys.” She stood there, hands in her back pockets, shoulders back and breasts front & center. The guys looked over at her.

“Hey yourself.” One of them answered. “What can we do to, I mean, for you?” His buddy snickered, but Angie wasn’t fazed. “First one,” she said in a velvety smooth voice, “and then the other.” She winked. “As you can see, I’m with the security company, but I can’t get to my spot until sound check is over. I’m bored sitting around so I was wondering if I could hit a few with you.”

“Sure.” The talkative one held out his hand. “I’m James and the dork over there is Danny.” She shook his hand. “I’m Angie, nice to meet both of you.”

“So Angie,” James smoothly wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, his hand still grasping hers. “What’s your club of choice? Or do you need help deciding?” His arm felt good around her, but not as good, Angie decided, as wiping that condescending grin off his face. She stepped out of his arms.

“Five iron please.” Danny handed it to her, and both stood there with their arms across their chests, waiting. Angie laughed internally. If only these guys knew that she had taken golf lessons for seven years and she’d won several junior tournaments, including most promising player. She set her club face, addressed the ball, and, in perfect form – THWACK. The ball went sailing out of view. Angie looked at the two guys. Their jaws were hanging open as they slowly panned from the direction the ball had gone, to her. James was the first to speak.

“Wow…uh…” Angie giggled. Then the three of them continued hitting, the guys occasionally glancing at Angie in disbelief.

She had to admit, her sexual tension was ebbing away with every ball hit. But she kept glancing behind her, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She told herself she was just being paranoid.

After about fifteen minutes, Angie set the club back in the bag. Most of her tension was gone, and she felt somewhat normal again. She thanked James & Danny and returned to the trailer, only to hear her radio squawking.

“Aw fuck.” she muttered to herself. Forgetting her radio was high up on the list of things that was sure to get her in shit with Randy. She picked it up hastily.

“Angie?” Randy’s voice came over the radio. “Go for Angie.” She spoke into the mic.“Where the hell have you been?” She thought quickly. “Sorry Randy. Damn battery was dead. Took me awhile before I realized it. What’s up?”

Before he could reply, Phil’s voice broke in. “Uh Randy? I’m over at the artist’s compound and there’s no guard here. Can you send me a body?”

“No guard? What about Jennifer?”

“Well, she complained too much about this position, and Tour Security decided that they want someone there who WANTS to work.” By this time, Randy had pulled up to the trailer in his golf cart. He drove up to Angie. “Ok, change of plans. You get that last transmission?” She mock-saluted. “On my way boss man.” She trekked over, walking through the area where James and Danny had abandoned their clubs in favor of lunch. They both waved to her as she sauntered through. She clipped her radio to the neckline of her shirt, causing the v to dip even further and showing more cleavage. She paused just before rounding the corner, and took a mental inventory before she saw Phil. Hair alright? Check. Make-up? She pulled her compact from her pocket and applied some lip gloss, making her lips look even more kissable. Check. Shirt? Her sleeves were still rolled up to her shoulders, and the tits were peeking through the v. Check. Shades? She pulled them off the top of her head. Check. She heard Randy over the radio, “Phil, I’m sending you a body now.” She took a deep breath and sauntered around the corner.

Phil whistled as she approached. “And what a body he sent me.” Angie was sure she blushed, but was grateful that her face was already sun kissed from earlier, so it blended in.

“Ok Phil.” She spoke boldly, even though her voice was shaking. “Your body is here. Proceed with your other, more important duties.” He laughed, and put his arms around her in a big bear hug. “God I missed you.” When he released her, Angie prayed that he wouldn’t notice her erect nipples or feel the warmth radiating from her whole fucking body. So much for getting it under control. She was back to where she started from; incredibly turned on, her thong was soaking wet, and there was NOTHING she could do about it.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” She watched him walk away, admiring the way his shorts hugged his ass, and his firm calves. He turned and caught her staring.

“I’ll be back to check on you.” And winking at her, he disappeared around the corner. ‘Ok Angie,’ she thought to herself. `Think COLD thoughts: ice, snow, skiing, skating, Barry Manilow….’ To distract herself from thoughts of Phil’s ass, and everything that went with it, she studied the artists’ compound. It was actually a cute little area. Two buildings set across from each other, each in an arc. There were four rooms in each, plus a ladies room and shower facility on one side, and the men’s on the other. In the center were a large grassy area and three or four picnic tables. She was momentarily distracted from her issues by the sight of the lead singers’ children playing catch, and the wives standing back watching with motherly pride. Angie glanced at her watch and sighed – only 12:30? It was going to be a long day.

As the hours went by, she could hear the sounds of the crowd gathering. She couldn’t believe how many people were there. Fortunately, she was behind the stage area, so she didn’t have to deal with any of it. The crowds at these shows could get insane. Since they were general admission, there was always a problem with “they took my seats” and the like. Plus, most of them were going to be in their teens. She found she didn’t have the patience for the younger set at the shows anymore. God, if she was like that at their age, no wonder her mom went prematurely gray.

At 7:30, seven hours after she had assumed her position, and only two Phil sightings, she had gone through four bottles of water, her last two sitting at her feet. However, George, who had somehow managed to secure a roaming position (in a golf cart no less), had been by three times to bring her more sunscreen, food and water. Tour security was a hottie by the name of Jason, who had biceps that were almost as big as Angie’s head. He had checked on her more than Phil had, and commended her on her professionalism. That made her feel so good – she usually didn’t get compliments from anyone when it came to work. She could hear the crowd go crazy, as the opening band took the stage. Angie took a deep breath. There was a light breeze wafting through the compound, which was a nice change from the suffocating heat that had plagued them all afternoon.

She fanned herself with her hand, realizing almost immediately how futile that gesture was. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the bottles of water, removed her radio and slowly poured it over her head. The breeze on her wet skin caused her flesh to pebble, and of course, her nipples to go erect. She just chuckled to herself. Well, they had spent most of the day that way – they were used to it. She shook her head to clear the excess water, and separate her curls from her head.As the band played on, the sun was beginning to set. Angie had to admit that the band wasn’t half bad. Not her taste, but still pretty decent.

It was 8:30 when the opening band finished their set, and 8:40 when the band and crew said their goodbyes (both James and Danny slipping her their email and phone numbers), loaded onto the busses and left the park, on their way to the next tour stop. Angie was happy, as that cut her job in half. Now she only had to worry about one band and their families and crew. Fortunately the compound would be empty for the show. The wives, after the first song, would put the kids to sleep on the family busses and then go to the bands bus for drinks for the rest of the night. She was curious as to why they didn’t watch the show. Their response was “Honey, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” So, by Angie’s count, after the show, she only had to wait for nine people to evacuate the compound. And, in the mean time, for the two hours the band was onstage, she could give her aching feet a rest.

So, after the first song, Angie said good night to the kids and their moms, who invited her to the bus to have a few with them – an invitation she hated to decline. As soon as they were safely on the bus, Angie turned into the compound and practically collapsed on one of the picnic tables.

Angie came to the conclusion, that spending all night drinking and dancing and then working a fifteen hour shift on her feet was probably not the best idea she’d ever had. And made a mental note to NEVER do it again, no matter how much Randy begged or bugged.

As comfortable as lying face down on a wooden table was, Angie moved herself to a sitting position, with her feet on the seat. She laid her head and arms on her knees and closed her eyes momentarily.

All of the sudden, she felt hands on her shoulders. She raised her head with a start. “Ssshhhh.” Someone whispered behind her. A hand gently guided her head back down. She moaned in appreciation as the silent stranger started to massage her tense shoulders.

After the wonderful machinations of their hands had lasted for another two songs, Angie felt a pair of legs encircle her. She still wasn’t sure if the person was male or female (not like it mattered) until she felt an enormous erection pressed against her ass and lower back.

Angie really wasn’t sure what to do. So she did what came naturally. She leaned back against his chest and sighed. “Thank you. That was amazing.” The whisper came once more. “I’m not finished yet. Put your head down.” Angie obliged. She was expecting more of the same exquisite treatment she had just received, but instead she felt a gentle shiver as his fingers traced a random pattern on the back of her neck. She let out a little moan. She could feel his hands tugging at her uniform shirt. She was apprehensive. As much as she hated to spoil the mood, she spoke.

“I can’t do this. If any of my supervisors come by….” The voice interrupted. “I can guarantee that they won’t be bothering us.” And in one deft motion, he removed her shirt, leaving her in her tank top.

“That’s better.” He whispered and leaned in, running his hands down her arms and kissing the back of her neck. He traced along her collarbone with his lips.

Angie’s thong was sopping wet for the umpteenth time that day. Her poor cunt was aching for some action, but she wasn’t bold enough to say anything to him. It was just too much fun to wait to see what he had in store for her. She only hoped he was right about no supervisors bothering them, because she couldn’t make herself say stop now, even if she wanted to.

His hands held hers for the briefest of seconds before moving to her waist, and sneaking up the front of her shirt. He cupped her tits through her bra, which was a little disappointing as it had extra padding. But before she could say anything, he had figured it out on his own, and seconds later, his hands were under the cups.

Angie moaned louder in ecstasy. He tweaked her nipples until they were the hardest they’d been all day. She shoved back hard against his cock. He pushed back. Unable to take the suspense anymore, she spoke. “Who are you?” and tried to turn around. He stopped her. “Ok,” he whispered. “Close your eyes.” She obliged and felt him move from behind her. In mere seconds, she felt his strong hands on either side of her face as he drew her in for one of the most animalistic, passionate kisses she’d ever experienced. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, brushing up against her teeth, and outlining her lips. His mouth crushed hers and her hands moved to tangle in his hair as she tried to pull him closer. As he pulled away, she was left breathless. She managed to hear him over the pounding of her heart.“Now open your eyes.” She did, slowly, and was in a total shock when she saw those gorgeous Young eyes staring into hers.

“Phil?” she whispered in disbelief.

“C’mon Angie. You can’t tell me you don’t want this. You’ve been undressing me with those bedroom eyes of yours since the day we met.”Angie stuttered “You, you noticed?”

He moved closer to her, his breath hot on her cheek as he spoke in her ear, “Of course. How could I not?”

“Well, I just didn’t think I was your type. I figured you ignored me, just like everyone else does. Or at least you were just flirting to be friendly.”

“Nah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since our first crowd management class. Remember, I sat behind you and played with your hair?” Angie thought back, and all she could remember from that class was being incredibly hung over from Teresa’s birthday the night before.

But she couldn’t break the connection, so she told a little white lie. “Yeah, but I thought that you knew I was hung over and were just busting my chops.” He laughed, a low rumble that set her knees quaking. “Well, ok, that too. But I wanted you – even told Craig that one day I’d have you.” Angie blushed at that. No wonder Craig had always looked at her funny. “Well, enough of that.” She looked at him with a bemused smile on her face. “Where were we?”

“I believe right here.” And once more, he kissed her passionately. Her arms climbed around his neck, and she put all of herself into it. All her hearts desires for the last three years – the want, the need, the desperation. Her tits rubbed up against his shirt, the abrasiveness causing incredible sensations to run through her body.

“Oh Phil. This had been way too long coming.” She whispered mischievously. She pulled away long enough to rip her tank top over her head and unhook her bra. When she was naked from the waist up, she made a grab for his shirt. He danced away. “Uh uh lady – I don’t think so.”She stood on the bench.

“Oh, so YOU can get ME naked, but I can’t get you naked. Is that how you’re playing this game?”

“Oh no, I plan to get naked, just not quite yet.” He walked towards her again, and grabbed her around the waist, burying his face in her cleavage. He kissed her breasts all over, and lightly licked her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. No way was she going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure until she saw some skin on him.

He grinned at her, as if he could read her mind. He lifted her off the bench, and lay her down on the grass, where he continued his oral assault on her chest. Her body betraying her, Angie fought to keep silent, until there was no choice but to whimper in pleasure. His hands found the button on her shorts, and he took them down, leaving her lying there under the stars clad only in her thong, which, thanks to everything she’d been through today, was useless in keeping her excitement in place, and her inner thighs were slick with her juices. Phil ran a finger down the inside of her leg, and it came away glistening. “Hot today?” he asked innocently. Angie tried to take a swat at him, but it just wouldn’t work. As he was kissing down her thighs, he was removing her thong as well. He reached her mound, and as she was anticipating feeling his lips on hers, he raised his head.

“You know, I was watching you with the roadies. You have one hell of a swing.” She remembered that feeling that she was being watched. “So you were the culprit. I had a feeling that someone was staring at me. Thought I was paranoid.” He shook his head. “No hon. I’m always watching you.”

And with that, he opened her with his fingers and slowly inserted one into her pussy, proving that he was in fact, watching her. Her eyes shut in ecstasy. After her whole day of being so sexually frustrated, to finally have something inside her was fantastic – especially since it was Phil. He entered a second finger, and she almost exploded on the spot. She moaned, and a third finger joined in. As he started fucking her with his fingers, she knew that at any given moment, she would cum. She tightened her muscles around his fingers and began grinding her hips. Phil removed the fingers. “Oh no, not yet. We haven’t had any fun.” Leaving her lying there, he brought his mouth to her cunt and began flicking at her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. Spirals of heat radiated through her body and she shot into the stratosphere. She came within a matter of seconds.

Phil emerged from between her thighs. “Hey, I didn’t know you were that easy.” He teased.

Angie leaned up on her elbows, her blood still roaring in her ears. “I’m usually not, but since I saw you this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you. It’s put my poor pussy in quite the predicament.” He chuckled. “Well, since this morning all I’ve been able to think about is fucking you, and watching you cum for me. I’ve seen it once, but I’d like to see it again. This time, I want to feel it too.” With that, he stood up, took off his shirt, showing off his newly slimmed down abs, and removed his shorts and boxers. Angie’s eyes widened at the thickness of his cock.

“Oh my fucking …. Wow.” She couldn’t say much more than that. She rose to her knees and looked up at Phil. “Honey, I’ve just GOT to get that into my mouth.” Eyes twinkling, he replied “Be my guest.” And sat down on the bench. Angie knelt in front of him, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tips eased down it, while her tongue circled the head. She began bobbing up and down, taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could without gagging. Using her nails, she traced a line up and down the shaft, and began playing with his balls. She heard a gasp from Phil and looked up briefly to see his eyes closed and head thrown back in a perfect portrait of a man being serviced. She smiled to herself and kept on sucking. She alternated between sucking and licking, and threw a few nibbles along the head and shaft for good measure. She closed her own eyes and tried to remember the last time she had really enjoyed giving a blow job. It had been awhile – she didn’t even give Matthew one. She gave Dalton a few, but she wouldn’t allow herself to think about that. She knew that she was going to be satisfied from THIS encounter.

Her jaw was getting tired, so Angie quickly stood up, straddled Phil on the bench, and impaled her soaking wet pussy on his cock. He filled her up immediately and his eyes opened in unexpected pleasure. She began moving up and down on his prick, starting slowly, and maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes sparkled as they developed a rhythm, and his hands strayed to her hips, keeping her in time with him. A thin sheen of perspiration covered both their bodies, a result of both the weather and the heat between them. Angie rode him like a wild woman, the moon sending down a light that was both romantic and mysterious. But romance and mystery were out the window at that moment. All either of them cared about was getting each other off.

Angie felt the familiar tension in her thighs that told her she was doing a good job – and for once it was appreciated. She smiled to herself. And it was at that moment that Phil opened his eyes and saw it.“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Her breath was coming out in pants. “Just really enjoying myself. How about you?”

“Honey, it’s all I thought it would be, but it can be better.” Angie was really curious at that. “And how, may I ask?”

“Like this.” And with that, Phil stood, supporting Angie’s weight and keeping himself inside her. Turning, he laid her on the top of the table. As she looked up at him, she was able to see the stars too. Well, she wanted romance and great sex. She got the great sex – too bad romance couldn’t follow. She smiled again, and followed it with a chuckle.

“Ok, this time you’re telling me what it is.”Angie decided to fib. “Well, I was just thinking about how great the perks are at work now. And I’m NOT talking catering.”

“You want perks? You’ve got one coming.” With that, he thrust herself into her cunt hard, causing her to cry out. “Oh, too hard

No, just perfect. Don’t stop Phil.”

“Not to worry. I couldn’t now, even if I wanted to. Your pussy is everything I thought it would be. And that mouth of yours! Honey, we could make a fortune with a video camera.”

She wondered how he could talk and fuck her senseless at the same time. It was taking all her energy to keep herself in the same orbit as Phil. Her pussy muscles were contracting hard, and his huge cock kept causing her to cry out. She loved it good and hard, and Phil was both. He knew how to fuck – no doubt about that.

Phil was trying to keep it together. But Angie’s face was priceless. She was really enjoying herself. Phil wasn’t sure how long it had been since her divorce, but it had been a REALLY long time since she’d had a good fucking. She did this thing with her lower lip that drove Phil crazy. She’d lick at it with the tip of her tongue, and then bite it gently with her top teeth. It was the sexiest face he’d ever seen. Her gorgeous tits were bouncing all over the place, and her thighs were clamped around his waist. This was the best sex Phil had had in awhile. By no means did he expect this when he came into work today. He didn’t even know she was on the schedule. But when he touched her leg today, an electric jolt shot through him, and he knew she felt it too. He HAD to have her. She’d been on his mind all day. He couldn’t risk being around her until he knew that there was time for them to either fuck or make out for a bit. That’s why he hardly checked on her today. Just then, the radio crackled to life. Damn, could Randy’s voice EVER spoil a mood.

“Phil?” He grabbed the radio from next to Angie.“Go Randy.”

“Yeah, have you given Angie a break yet?” Phil and Angie both grinned. “Yeah Randy. Don’t worry – she’s been taken care of.” Angie suppressed her laughter.

“Alright then. Just make sure to cut her at the end of the show.”

“No problem.” He put the radio down, and buried his head in her cleavage in laughter. But that didn’t kill the mood. Instead, Angie pulled his head to her nipples and he began sucking on them, still fucking her for all he was worth. Angie moaned. “Oh Phil. C’mon, make me cum again.”

“AGAIN? How many is….”

“Oh, we’re going on four now. NOT including the wonderful way you ate my pussy earlier.”

Phil groaned. “What kind of talk is that? And if you keep it up, I’m not going to last much longer.”Angie grinned wickedly. “REALLY? Well, let me just say that the way your tongue flicked my clit drove me wild. You ate my pussy so good and you made me cum so hard, that I thought I’d split apart. And your cock fills my cunt so well, it’s like it was made to be there. I’m just loving how hard you’re fucking me….”

Phil slammed into her harder than he had been, and she almost screamed. He could feel his orgasm building and at that moment, like fate had timed it, fireworks went off for the show, just as Phil pulled out and jacked his cock fast, so that his cum went all over Angie’s tits. She was mid-cum when he pulled out and was about to groan in disappointment, when her eyes caught the movement, and in fascination, she watched as he masturbated. Her hand went to her pussy and played with her clit until her own orgasm subsided.

She crawled off the table to collapse next to Phil on the grass. They watched the rest of the fireworks in silence. Phil leaned over and kissed her hard.“That was definitely worth waiting for. Interested in a repeat performance sometime?”Angie nodded. “Just say the word.”

“How about tonight on the ride home? I can send Craig back on the bus with the others.”

“Baby, you can drive me anywhere, at anytime.” They both climbed to their feet as Phil looked at the time. “SHIT! I’m supposed to be at the trailer for sign outs soon.”

They started getting dressed. “I’ll see you at the end of the night.” He gave her a light kiss on the mouth and tweaked her sore nipple.

As he walked away, Angie looked to the stars above.

“Thank you.”

She would never complain about a shift again.


George had been on his way to keep Angie company on his break. He really needed to be with a friend right now, and she'd been on his mind all day. The truth was, he didn't know how to tell her that him & Diana had broken up.

And he certainly didn't know how to tell her that he wanted her.

He was pretty sure she wanted him too. But he knew her well enough to know that her friendship with Diana would not allow her to even contemplate fooling around with him as long as they were a couple. He felt a pull in his groin as he thought of the way she looked on the way up this morning. He remembered her lips as she smiled at him, the lacivious glances she'd given Phil that he'd witnessed during sign in. Not that anyone eles would have noticed, but when you spend a lot of time watching someone, you are able to pick up on things.

He knew she was turned on. He could tell by her body language, and her aura was glowing with sexual energy. He thought he might be able to sneak a few minutes conversation with her while the show was on, so he had ditched his roam partner at the mixer and swung back to the artists compound to see her.

Which is how he wound up parked outside the fenced in area, watching as Angie writhed around on the ground, Phil's face between her thighs. His cock was amazingly hard, and he glanced furitively around. What would the harm be in jacking off? No one was around, well, except for the two in front of him, and they were so engrossed in eachother that they'd never notice him in a million years.

He unzipped his shorts and pulled his throbbing cock out. The cool, night air caressed it and cooled it briefly. As he adjusted himself in the cart for the best possible show, his hand crept to the shaft and he began stroking it lazily. Angie cried out in ecstasy as Phil's tongue brought her to orgasm again and again. The sound of her voice increased the speed of his hand. He allowed his eyes to drift closed as he imagined that he was the one making her cum that way. His pressure increased and he realized that he'd miss a lot of the show if he got off now. His stroking slowed to a crawl, and his pressure lightened up. Then Phil stood up and shucked off his clothing. Even George was impressed with the solid nine inches that stood out proudly in front of Phil.

Angie was on her knees in a heartbeat, and had that monster in her mouth rather quickly. George groaned as he realized that he desperately needed her lips around HIS pole. He watched in envy as she deep throated Phil and he could hear her slurping sounds from his position. Once again, the stroking on his cock increased in speed and pressure, causing him to breathe a little heavier, and a lot faster.

God, the build up was incredible. He'd given up on jerking off for awhile. And the last time he'd been with Diana - well, it was too long for someone who was used to getting it on a regular basis. He wondered if Angie would swallow......

But it didn't look like he'd get a chance to find out. Her head came up, and she scrambled to impale herself on Phil's cock. George watched as her lucious tits bounced in front of Phil's face. His hand moved in rhythm with her body, his body imagining what it would be like to be inside her, to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his prick. He saw her big brown eyes widen in surprise as Phil stood up, managing somehow to keep her on his pole. Phil laid her on the table and began pumping in and out of her furiously. George's hand changed to match Phil's pace - hard, hot and fast, he could feel his cum building up in his balls.

Biting his lip to keep from making a noise, George increased the speed of his hand until his shaft pulsed and he let loose a long stream of cum that hit the bushes. He didn't relax though, not wanting to miss the moment when Phil made Angie cum again. His softening member lay outside his shorts, as he watched Phil manipulate her clit as well as fuck her senseless. As she came with a cry, and Phil convulsed, George grinned.

Yep, he was going to get her, and he was going to fuck her good. He wondered about the ride home on the bus tonight.....

©April 2006 (revised April 2007)

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