The After Show

There In the back of the bar near the restrooms, you find a nondescript door that you originally wrote off as a supply closet, but now that the place is quieter you hear a few muffled thumps coming from the other side.

Being curious, you open the door to find a scene you had not quite expected. You step in and out of sight and the door quietly closes behind you as you watch. Here in this small room, among various boxes of differing sizes covered in dust and random stage lighting equipment you see Samantha engaged in an all out furious fucking from behind. She stands slightly bent, bracing against the arm of an old couch, her body arched, her face, a show of pure animal lust. Her eyes closed and her mouth agape while she gasps and moans in rapture. Her white blouse is open revealing large breasts released from their bra, bouncing with each thrust. Her skirt is hiked up around her waist revealing her milky thighs and her black lace panties pulled halfway down stretched tight between her knees. The man behind her, pounding away, is the same sexy lead singer of the band. His pants only lowered just enough to do the deed. Every now and then you can see his white ass cheeks as he propels his groin back and forth, driving Sam's pleasure with each thrust.

You take a moment to pause and just watch this scene play out before you. Sam, a gorgeous woman, red hair swaying with her body as she enjoys her passionate desires. The lead singer, pounding away with reckless abandon as he grips her slender waist, the obscene slapping of skin on skin, moans and grunts, both completely unaware of your presence. A thrilling sensation runs down your spine knowing that only you can see this scene, this private viewing. That it's a combination of pure intimacy and indulgence. And you begin to notice your own arousal as a warm heat begins flowing between your legs.

Maybe because you feel like they are so engrossed in their fucking that they wouldn't notice, but more likely because you're unable to control your own titillation, you begin slowly sliding your hand down your waist, pressing against your dress and feeling that smooth fabric as it glides along your skin. You yourself becoming caught up in the act, slowly tugging your own dress up your hips until you feel the delicate patterns of your white lace panties. You slide your unpracticed hands inside of them, which only forces the panties to wedge deeper between your ass cheeks, and you begin slowly rubbing the outside of your soft venus mound, noticing the immediate gratifying sensation of pleasure and slick heat as it forms between your legs.

You continue to watch and witness the synchronicity as Sam thrusts a hand between her legs and begins furiously rubbing her clit as well. She moans, "Yes! Fuck me Ren! Fuck me hard!" And you agree, you want him to fuck her. You want him to fuck her as hard as he can, all while you watch hidden in the shadows, rubbing your own clit in time with the show before you, your own pleasure building as the slaps of skin on skin grow louder and faster.

Her praise for him continues, "Oh, Ren! Yes, Yes, Yes! FUCK Yes! Goooood your cock is so big! Oh, YES!" She screams out in pure pleasure while he continues. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. You're so wet now, your hand rapidly fingering your clit, faster and faster, sliding back and forth with abandon, slick with your juice as you watch the show continue. Your mouth opens as you hear the sharp inhales and exhales of your breath, trying your best to conceal your pleasure, only slight hushed moans escape as you allow yourself to enjoy this bliss emanating from your groin. "YES!" Sam screams again. Yes! And you want to scream just like her. Yes! Fuck her! Yes! Your own pleasure building even more. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Faster and faster. Your knees begin to buckle as sensations overwhelm you.

"GOD YES! FUCK HER!"