My Waking Dream

I'm glad to have some time to myself...listening to some jazz, having couple cocktails...I may even splurge and get the duck pate...hmmmmm

He has a nice smile...did he just wink...nevermind
He's cute...what in the hell is he wearing...next
And now my evening is complete...Mr. Backward Kangol has arrived...good grief

Ummmm, this is a serious drink right herre, maybe I'll just get 2...this combo is nice, smooth and bass player if fine as hell...damn...what is this thing I have for musicians...fuck, he sho is fine

I need a few more crackers for my pate...it.is.to.die.for.oh.my.god...and this 2nd drink is as good as the first...I'm gonna be here for a minute or two or three...hmmmmmm

Oh shit, the bass player saw me watching him...fuck, stop grinning, look away dumbass...aw shitttt. As soon as this song ends, I'm hittin' the bathroom...I can tell by the way he's playin' that bass, he's got the swagga to get in my underwear without even trying hard...shittttt

His arms are around my waist, he pulls me close and presses his full lips against mine. They are soft, gentle, yet firm. I open my mouth ever so slightly and his tongue makes it way in and begins probing. Mine meets his and my pussy gets wet.

He kisses so fucking good. His strong hands and his fingers, oh his fingers, caress my back and he pulls me into him. This is...is....is...better than any dream. His hands lower into my skirt, into my panties, he squeezes my ass...I will not cum; I will not cum; I will not cum.

He turns me around as he lowers my clothes to the floor...the lights blind me. I can see the outlines of people, tables, chairs. I can hear people taking orders, delivering drinks and clearing dishes...fuck, they can see me too...my pussy is dripping wet.

I lean back into him. He blows into my ear, moves his left hand under my bra and massages my tit, he moves his right hand between my legs and begins rubbing my clit...fuck...fuck...my pussy explodes and I let out a sound from the depth of my being.

He held me up and walked me to a seat in the wings, then I hear the audience shout, whistle, clap as he brings me my clothes...what in the world just happened????

Huh, what...no, I don't want another drink, just the check...thank you