by Lexi Archer
"Well the night's not over yet," I said.
"Oh really?" Lee said. "So does that mean I could still interest you in a tour of the bus?"
"That could be fun," I said. He grinned and I decided to turn the screws just a little. "Besides, it's not like I'm going anywhere until my friend gets back with your drummer."
His smile faltered for a moment but he recovered quickly. He laughed, a surprisingly genuine laugh as he wrapped his arm around mine and led me out of the room.
"If she ran off with Reg then you might be waiting a while. Luckily I have a full bar in my bus."
I looked at him and grinned. "Why Mr. Davis," I said. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get a girl drunk to have your way with her!"
Lee took me by the arm. My head was positively swimming as we left and I wondered what I was getting myself into.
5: Tour Bus Tour
Lee's tour bus was pretty damn nice. And why wouldn't it be? He was probably incredibly rich. Rich enough that he had a bus all to himself. There were several others that stretched on behind his, presumably for the rest of the band.
The engine was running as he opened the door and gestured for me to follow him up. I took his hand and felt an electric charge as our bodies made contact, even if it was just the short contact of a handhold as he pulled me up through the door to the bus.
The thing was damn impressive. Like I'm talking it looked nicer than my own living room at home with a huge flat-panel TV on one wall and a bar adjacent to the TV. It was all very nice, if very narrow. I suppose that was the one design limitation of being on a bus.
"So you have this whole thing all to yourself?" I asked.
"Most of the time," Lee said. "Occasionally the driver will come back and shoot the shit with me if it's been a long drive. Sometimes one of the other guys from the band will ride with me if I'm in the mood for a game or something. And occasionally…"
He stopped and looked me up and down. His eyes running over my body felt like a lover's caress and it sent a thrill running through me just as intensely as that lover's caress would on any other occasion. I felt goose bumps rise all over my body. I felt my breathing pick up, and my nipples were straining out. There was no doubt in my mind that he could see them against the thin material of my top even through my bra. I was that turned on!
And sure enough he was staring. But just for a moment, and then his eyes were back on my own and he had a smile on his face. I'm sure part of that smile was for the show I was giving him, but I didn't give a fuck. Let him stare. His eyes on me were so fucking hot that he could eye fuck me all night long and the only thing I'd ask for was a cigarette when he was done because his gaze was that fucking intense.
"I think you know what other kind of companionship I occasionally have," he said.
Yeah, I had a damn good idea exactly what kind of companionship he had on here from time to time. Though something told me this living area wasn't where he entertained his lady guests. No, the only place that looked convenient for that sort of thing in this area was a surprisingly comfortable looking couch, but it was small enough that it would be difficult for two people to really have a good time.
I tried to sound as nonchalant, as a noncommittal as possible as I said at my next words. I still didn't want him to know that he'd already won the game. I was still enjoying playing hard to get with the rock star who was used to women falling onto his cock when he flashed that winning smile that had graced so many posters when I was younger.
"So where do you take the second kind of company? Hypothetically speaking, of course."
I wanted to make sure that we got in that last bit. Hard to get and all that, even though my body was screaming at me to just give in and let it happen. My lizard brain was screaming that this was Lee Davis, a man I'd been fantasizing about since I first started fantasizing about men. My rational brain, though, was still calling the shots. Barely. And that part of me was fucking turned on by stringing along a powerful man who usually got his way.
Not that the rational part of my brain was going to be in control much longer. I was so close to losing out to the more visceral parts of my mind that were begging to be fucked by this powerful man. I stomped down on those voices, but even mentally stomping down on them didn't do much. They were still there, they were still insistent, and the animal part of my brain, the part of my body that was motivated by pure lust, was definitely starting to win the battle the rational part of my brain had been putting up all night long.
Lee smiled and walked over to me, put an arm around me and led me over to the small bar.
"Well of course we wouldn't start the festivities by going to the back of the bus. Not at all," he said.
I arched an eyebrow and allowed him to guide me over to the bar where he poured a couple of drinks. Pure whiskey. I looked at him and blinked. I usually wasn't a whiskey kind of girl, but if Lee Davis wanted me to have whiskey then I figured I'd go for it. Particularly if that was part of the groupie experience.
I giggled and smacked his chest. His deliciously sculpted chest. His rock hard chest. No, I needed to avoid thinking about that. That was too distracting. That was pulling me too close to breaking the game of the married woman with a husband and kid waiting for her at home who was trying not to cheat on her husband and making the rock star work for it.
"So this is your big move? You get girls drunk? What, do you put something in their drink?"
Lee kicked back his drink in one swallow and I blinked, both impressed and surprised. Though I'm not sure why I was surprised. He was in a rock band after all. He was the fucking lead singer. He was Lee fucking Davis. I had a feeling he could put away substances in a way that I couldn't possibly imagine.
He smiled after he got his drink down. "I'm Lee fucking Davis," he said. "Do you really think I need to get girls drunk or slip them something get their panties to drop once I've got them on my tour bus?"
There was something loaded about the way he phrased that. Once he got girls on his tour bus. The deal was done once he got girls on his tour bus. I was a girl, I was one hell of a fan, and I was on his tour bus right now. The line between playful resistance and conquest was thin, and it was constantly moving. Which side of the line was I on? I knew which side my brain told me I should be on and I knew which side my body was telling me I was on right now considering I was standing right in front of Lee Davis, rock star and international bad boy sex symbol, who was looking at me with interest.
"So the booze is just to break the ice?" I asked.
Lee shrugged. "Not really. It's more like I want to calm a girl's nerves if she's living the rock 'n roll fantasy. It happens to me all the time, but usually it's the first time for them."
He looked me up and down again and a shiver ran down my spine. The first time for them. It would be the first time for me. And I had to admit that this was very much the ultimate rock 'n roll fantasy. He looked so fucking hot standing there. So cocky. So confident. I wanted nothing more than to be one of his conquests for the night. I could definitely sympathize with how some of those girls felt as they crossed the line from a good girl to a groupie.
It was a line that I was about to cross myself despite the wedding ring on my finger.
"So you're saying the only pickup line you've ever needed is to be Lee Davis?" I asked.
As I asked I was painfully aware of how close he was to me. I could smell his breath with just a hint of whiskey on it. I grimaced. Okay, so maybe there was more than a hint of whiskey which usually wasn't my thing but I'd make an exception in this case. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Down below I could sense his cock straining out for me, even though I couldn't exactly feel it against me.
I definitely wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of glancing down to check out his cock in the moment. But I could still sense it there. It was as though there was a sixth sense telling me that this rock god's cock was straining out for my body, and my body was screaming for me to drop the
games and fucking take it already.
He shrugged. "Usually that's all it takes."
On any other man that would be arrogance. On any other man that would be a boast. Only with him it was nothing of the sort. It was just a simple statement of fact. He could have his pick of just about any woman he wanted. Myself included. I needed this so bad. I needed to forsake my vow to forsake all others all night long with this man and then tell my husband all about it. My body was aching for him. I desperately wanted him to lean forward and take me, to shatter all of my boundaries and barriers.
Only he didn't. Maybe my game was working a little too well. So I decided to give things a push.
"So where does the date usually go from here?" I breathed out.
Lee smiled and chuckled. I was being fucking transparent, but I didn't give a fuck at this point. I had to have him even if I threw myself at him. He pulled back from me, turning away towards the bar where he placed his empty drink on the wood paneling. Then he turned back to me and cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you really want to see?"
That was a loaded question, and the tension in the room, the tension between us, was enough to tell me we were both feeling it. My breathing was picking up. My nipples were rock hard. I was so fucking wet between my legs. I finally risked a glance down, not caring if he saw me glancing down at his cock, and I was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard dick, that monster I'd felt against my ass earlier, straining out towards my body just as I'd imagined it would be. Straining out against those impossibly tight rock star pants he wore onstage to get a rise out of the ladies.
Only now I was the lady getting a rise out of him, and I wanted so much more.
"Sure," I said. "It would be interesting to see where the magic happens."
He grinned and gestured with one of those sculpted arms. "Then by all means follow me."
And so I followed him. I followed my rock god. I followed temptation made flesh. I followed the greatest threat to my marriage to come along since the day I said those vows in front of the church with my husband to have and to hold and definitely not to fuck anyone else, no exceptions, even for an impossibly hot rock god. Even if my husband said it was cool with him. I'm pretty sure a priest wouldn't deliver those sort of vows even if Jake had decided to add a rider to them after the fact.
Only all of those thoughts fled my mind as I stared at the impossibly hot ass moving in those tight pants as we made our way back to the bedroom portion of his massive tour bus.
It was time to see where the magic happened, and maybe make a little magic of my own.
6: Wife, Mother, Groupie
"This is it," he said.
This was certainly it. The thing was fucking amazing. Of course I had no reason to believe it wouldn't be amazing. He was a rich man, after all, and I'm sure all of that money he got from touring and from soaking up all of that album money since he was one of those lucky stars to get in just before file sharing completely tanked the music industry meant he could definitely afford nice things.
The bed ran the entire width of the tour bus and it looked like it was at least king-size. It was incredibly comfortable looking and damn impressive. He also had a set of massive windows running from floor to ceiling on the back, tinted of course so he could see out but nobody else could see in. At least I assume that's how they were set up. I know that's how I would do it if I slept in the back of a bus. Sure it probably wasn't much of a view, the other cars driving behind him on the interstate, but it was better than nothing.
Another giant flat panel dominated one wall. Along the other there was what looked like another bar. Of course there would be another bar in here. I almost giggled when I saw that. He would want to keep the entertaining going even when he moved in here, of course.
"It's damn impressive," I said.
I sighed as he moved up behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it sent a shiver running through me despite the heat. I could feel the presence of his body, the heat radiating off of him, and I wanted nothing more than for him to step forward and press those delicious muscles against me. Only he didn't. It felt like the tables had turned. Like he was the one doing the teasing now.
This guy was good. He was going right up to the edge of what he figured I'd be comfortable with even though my body and my mind were screaming for him to do so much more. To take me. Only with every moment that he had just stood there, teased me, it was driving me wild. It was driving me closer to the edge of that cliff I'd been walking all night. The edge of the cliff I'd known I was going to be jumping over from the moment I discovered it earlier in the evening when he walked up to me. When he noticed me sitting there in the front row and grabbed my hand longer than he did any of the other girls.
Only now I was at the edge of the cliff, I was ready to throw myself off, and it was as though the cliff kept moving to keep me from any sort of release. Damn it.
"So what would happen now?" I asked.
"Do you really want to know?"
I licked my lips. That sounded like a challenge as much as it was a question.
"It might be fun to hear about some of your conquests," I said.
Fuck. I didn't want to hear about his conquests. I wanted to be one of his conquests, damn it!
"Well it really depends on the girl," he said. "Sometimes a girl comes in and it's obvious she just wants a night with the great Lee Davis. It's obvious I'm a notch on her bedpost as much a she's one on mine."
I turned to him, painfully aware of how close he was as he looked down at me with hunger burning bright in his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
He laughed. "The groupie thing can be a two-way street," he said. "So many women out there are in it just for the rock star, not the man."
I licked my lips. "And what about the ones who want the rock star and the man?"
He took another step closer. So close that if he leaned down his lips would be brushing against mine. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. As he took me and made me his. As he stole me from my husband and my usual life even if only for a short while.
"Well those are more interesting," he said. "There are the ones who know they want it, and then there are the ones who are in the denial because if they admitted what they actually wanted they'd be no better than those groupies who throw themselves at me. As if there's a difference."
"Is there a difference?" I asked. My voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. The only sound was the distant rumble of the bus's engine as it ran the air conditioner and the leftover ringing in my ears from the concert.
"In the end? No," Lee said. "But in the beginning, well it's all the difference in the world. It's like uncorking a fine wine. You have to enjoy it. You have to savor it."
As he mentioned savoring his hand moved up and ran down my arm. Once more it sent a trail of goose bumps as well as a trail of fire wherever his fingers made contact. I breathed in sharply and I looked up at him. I was practically panting before him, and yet he just stared at me with an intense concentration.
"Those women have to be caressed, enjoyed, appreciated," he muttered.
And then to my delight his face moved forward and his lips were so close that they were almost brushing against me. And yet they weren't. I wanted to cry out in anger and frustration. I wanted to reach up and pull him down against me.
"A woman that hot, a woman that sure of herself, a woman that beautiful is a rare thing in this business," Lee said. Every time his lips moved they brushed ever so slightly against mine. His hand moved around to the small of my back and then it was running up and down. It was sending tingles of pleasure straight to my pussy that radiated out like electric bolts of lightning to the rest of my body traveling along every nerve ending. I was panting. Shit, I was on the verge of coming just from him running his hand up and down the small of my back!
"A woman like that these to be enjoyed slowly, properly," he continued, barely above a whisper.
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p; Once more his lips brushed against mine, but he still refused to move forward and actually kiss me. He refused to give me the release that I so desperately needed. And as he expertly built that attention he ensured that when it finally exploded it was going to explode in a major way. I was ready to pop. I was shivering. I was weak in the knees just from feeling his breath against my lips, and yet I needed that contact. It was so delicious. He was so hot. I was so dizzy with desire. My husband was the last thing on my mind even as a small bit of guilt wormed its way through those electric pleasure pulses that were dancing along my nerve endings.
I guess even in the moment I was having trouble believing I was doing this. Believing that this wasn't cheating despite my husband's repeated assurances. My ring burned on my finger. My phone burned in my back pocket where I'd put it on silent and silenced my husband and any say he might have in me making his fantasy a reality.
"A woman like that needs to be worshiped," Lee said.
Finally the release came. His lips pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and let out a moan that was more intense than any moan I'd ever let out while I was in the throes of an orgasm and I wasn't even coming! The release of that moment, the explosive pleasure of finally feeling his lips pressing against my own after so much buildup, was just that intense. It was just that incredible. It was more incredible than any orgasm I'd had with my husband.
Lee went slow at first, doing some of that savoring and worshiping that he was talking about, but I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. Maybe the prospect of getting to bang a pretty little housewife who was stepping out on her husband did something for the rock god, because before I knew it his tongue was slipping past my lips and then our slick wet tongues were dueling with one another as we held each other in a passionate embrace.
That passionate embrace also finally allowed me to feel his delicious cock pressing against me. Pressing against my pussy. And the way it was tenting out gave me more than ample opportunity to feel its contours through my tight shorts. The thing felt positively massive. It seemed that all the rumors that had circulated about him over the years were true. They were absolutely fucking true and I couldn't wait to feel that monster inside me. I needed to feel that monster inside me. This time I didn't even spare a thought for my husband.