She wakes up and prepares for the concert

Jessica awoke with a start and sat up. For a moment she was confused and it took her a moment to remember where she was. Through the curtains she saw that it was already dark outside and a quick look on the digital alarm clock on her bed stand told her that it was seven o’clock. If she wanted to make it to the concert she would have to get up now.

Groaning she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She jumped into the shower, turned it on and let the warm water wash away the sleepiness. She took her time, enjoying the refreshing feeling of warm water running over her naked body. Letting her mind wander a little she thought about her plans for the evening. 50 Cent wasn’t her favorite artist in the world, but she sure as hell looked forward to the concert! Grinding up with strangers, making out with someone and not having to fear that it would be plastered all over the news for the next couple of days… Maybe she could even meet 50! She never had a black cock before and she wondered if it was true what people said about them…

A naughty smile spread over Jessica’s lips and she closed her eyes as she felt her right hand find its way between her legs. She leaned back against the shower’s glass wall and moaned slightly as she slowly dipped a finger into her pussy, feeling her own wetness. She could meet 50 after his concert. She’d take any bet that he wouldn’t be able to resist if he was offered Jessica Alba’s sweet pussy! Her finger curled up inside her, rubbing the slick walls of her love cave and making her sigh softly.

As her mind indulged in her fantasy her other hand came up and cupped her left tit while she pushed another finger inside herself, her thumb rubbing her stiff little clit. She moaned loudly and pushed her fingers deeper into her tunnel as she imagined herself bent over a table, her pants around her knees, while the big black rapper plowed into her from behind…

She felt the warm spray of the shower on her face, soaking her exotic features as her fingers moved faster and faster to bring her of. A soft whimper escaped her lips when her nimble fingertips grazed over her g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.

“Hmmm,” she mumbled, biting her full lower lip as she pinched and twisted her erect nipple. Her fingers found and stroked her good spots with experienced precision, bringing her closer to the edge. In front of her inner eye she saw herself, laying spread out on her back on a bed with silk sheets, her legs over 50’s shoulders as he hammered into her. His big cock sliding in and out of her cunt, her tits jiggling with his rapid thrusts…

“Ohgod!” she gasped out when suddenly a wave of euphoria hit her and turned her legs to jelly. She slid down the glass wall to the floor, her pussy convulsing around her fingers as she came. Her spread legs twitched a little as the warm feeling of an orgasm spread out in her tummy.

She sat there for a while, motionless, her finger buried inside her coochie, just catching her breath. Then she slowly got up. She washed herself, turned off the shower and used the provided towel to dry herself off.

She walked back into her room naked and opened her suitcase. Quickly she picked out her outfit for the evening. She slipped on a matching red bra-and-panties-set. It was one of her favorites, lacy, tight and the bottoms were a sinfully revealing thong. Then she put on a plain, black top. She pulled out a black leather mini-rock, but then decided against it. When they landed the pilot had said that it would be a cool night. So instead she picked tight, black jeans. It was kind of conservative, but she knew that with her looks she could match up to any girl in a revealing outfit any day!

She slipped on black sneakers and a white watch. “Oh shit,” she muttered when she saw that it was time to leave. She wanted to walk, to enjoy the city’s beauty and the club was several miles away and her masturbation session had taken longer than she realized. Quickly she grabbed a scarf her purse and left the room.