All Girl Band

When we had finished the last encore, we headed offstage to get a
beer.  I hadn’t been at the bar for more than a minute when this sexy
petite brunette sidled up to me, rubbing her tits against my arm. 
“You’re just great,” she purred.  I could feel her nipples against my
skin, and they were rock-hard despite the warmth of the club.  “It’s so
good to see an all-female band fighting the rock and roll image.”

My leather pants rubbed against my dampening pussy as I turned around
to face this delicious fan.  “Thanks,” I said.  She didn’t move away,
though now her breasts were rubbing against mine and I was all sweaty
from being under the lights.  She introduced herself as Melanie and
asked if I could give her a ride home.  When we got to her place, she
kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth as she guided my hand up
under her short, tight skirt.  As I had suspected from a hot little
piece like her, she wasn’t wearing panties and her cunt was dripping
wet.

As we kissed and Melanie ran her hands over my tits under my T-shirt,
I fingered her pussy.  She was moaning and pushing her cunt down
against my hand.  Her thighs were shaking and I could feel my hand
getting all sticky from her juices.  I squeezed her clit between my
fingers, rolling it around until she shuddered and came, her sweet
nectar pouring from her cunt as she climaxed.

We were playing the same club a week later, and halfway through the
show, I saw Melanie come right up to the edge of the stage.  She was
dressed like a little vixen in a tight dress cut so low I could almost
see her big pink nipples.  She danced, looking straight at me, and
frankly it made it hard for me to concentrate on playing while she was
coming onto me like that.

When we came offstage, Melanie was waiting for me.  I grabbed her and
we rushed into one of the scummy dressing rooms of the club.  “I’ve
been thinking about you all week,” she purred, sliding her hands under
my T-shirt and cupping my small, sweaty tits.  I pulled the shirt over
my head and Melanie began licking my nipples and my breasts, sucking
the salty perspiration from my skin.  “I’m dying to eat your pussy.”

“Anytime, baby,” I said.  I kicked off my tight pants and lay back on
the couch.  Melanie pulled her dress over her head and lay on top of
me.  We kissed passionately, running our hands over each other’s
bodies.  She was curvy and rounded in all the right places, and though
I am tall and skinny, she seemed to like my small tits and slender
legs.  She kissed her way down my body.

“Mmm, you smell so sexy,” she said, inhaling the smell of my sweat and
my natural musky pussy.  She darted her tongue all around the folds of
my cunt, teasing me as I purred in pleasure.  I could feel her boobs
dangling on my legs, and I pressed up, rubbing her hard nipples against
my thighs.

Melanie slid a finger inside my pussy and fingered me as she sucked on
my clit.  She really got into it, rubbing her face all around my quim,
getting soaked and shiny with my juices.  I humped her face quickly,
coming hard from all the pent-up energy of performing and watching her
dance for me during the show.

When I was done, Melanie climbed back up my body and we kissed,
sharing my juices.  Then she sat on my face, resting her heavy thighs
on my cheeks and I went to town.  She rode my tongue like a cowgirl,
bucking back and forth as I wiggled my lips against her furry mound,
drinking down her honey as she came.  We got dressed and had a few
beers at the bar before we headed home to do some more fooling around. 
Melanie was the greatest fan I had ever had