by Lindsey May
My Rockstar Crush Part 4: Touring Europe
By Lindsey May
Copyright 2014 Lindsey May
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Touring Europe is a work of fiction. As such, all characters, names, places, and events in the story are fictional. Any resemblances to actual persons, places, or events are completely coincidental.
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Touring Europe
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“Are you excited?” he asked, leading me up the stairs to his private jet.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever been more excited,” I answered him as we neared the door.
What lay ahead was only the first step into what would become the trip of a lifetime. When Blake had asked me to go on tour, I had no idea that his tour was going to be going overseas. After Chicago we went from city to city in the states. At the last show he let me know.
“So, have you ever been to London?” he asked me.
“No, why?” I asked, knowing in the back of my mind that he was probably going to take me there. Even though we had been dating for about a couple months now, traveling the country the entire time, these things still managed to surprise me.
“Well-”
“We’re going to London?” I asked excitedly.
“Not just London,” he said. “Our tour is going through Europe. We fly tomorrow.”
“1st class?”
“I have a private jet for us,” he said.
I hadn’t even been able to sleep that night, too excited to leave for a different country. I had never been to Europe, and I was happy that I would get to experience it with my new man. It wasn’t just Europe. It was Europe as a rockstar. We could go anywhere, do anything. I couldn’t wait.
He opened the door to his jet and ushered me in first. Just like the tour bus, it seemed much larger and more luxurious once you got in. This was even nicer than the bus, just as confusing how everything fit when looking at it from the outside.
The carriage could probably host the whole band, it felt excessive that it was just us flying inside. But I suppose excess was one of the perks of being a famous, multimillionaire rockstar.
Still, it was large yet cozy. There were a few chairs with a table, and then a large couch on the end of which was a bar. I sat there and waited for Blake to join me.
“Make yourself at home. Want a drink?”
“Sure!” I said. He knew what drinks I liked now.
“We’ll be off before you know it,” he said, joining me on the couch.
“What will we do in London?” I asked, knowing that he had a strict schedule to adhere to but still hoping that we would have some downtime to enjoy ourselves.
“Well we have our show tonight, so we don’t have too much down time,” he said. I had gotten used to answers like this often, but it was still hard to hide my disappointment.
“But…,” he continued, “we don’t have to fly out until later that night, so I figured I could take you out somewhere nice. You could finally show off those heels,” he suggested.
“Yes! I can’t wait babe!” I exclaimed, my expression flipping from downcast to joyous in a split second. He knew exactly how to make me happy. I was definitely going to wear my heels, and a sexy dress, all for him. It would technically be our first date. To say I was excited was a vast understatement.
But it would have to wait. After a sleepless night of anticipation, I quickly fell asleep on the plane, leaning on my man. When I awoke we were already there, and they had to rush to the venue and prepare before the show was about to start. Luckily we had all gotten sleep on the plane.
It was never boring to watch one of their shows, as they somehow managed to switch it up each time. What with talking to the crowd, throwing in different songs, improvising stuff. Calling me out on stage. He only did that a few more times, and each time it was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
It was odd, because in those few instances, it was me in the spotlight. All the rest of the time it was him, and I was merely his girlfriend. There was nothing else in the world like that feeling, and Blake was the only man who could give that to me. I knew he was right for me after that moment.
This time wasn’t one of those times though. I just watched casually from backstage. Sometimes I went in the crowd, near the front. That was always fun. But tonight I just wanted to relax and enjoy the show. I wanted to save my energy for our date tomorrow.
“I feel bad you’re always back here watching the same show every night,” he said after the show was over.
“Are you kidding? This is still like a dream. Remember how we met?”
“Of course, you’re my biggest fan,” he smiled, squeezing me to his side as we headed to our hotel. “Even so, it’s got to get old after so long. I wouldn’t blame you if you were bored.”
“I think you guys do a good job of switching it up!”
“Thanks babe.”
“Anyway, I’m just happy we’re going out tomorrow,” I said. “I can’t wait to see where you take me.”
“I can’t wait to see you get all dressed up for me,” he said.
He knew just how to make me smile. Out of all the pretty girls who were desperate for his attention, knowing that I impressed him with what I did made all the difference.
As we entered the hotel he started acting a little funny.
“I still feel bad though. I thought I’d make it up to you,” he said, staring at me as we entered the elevator.
“What does that mean. Wha-” I asked before I was cut off.
The elevator door closed and he approached me quickly, pinning me up against the wall, taking my breath away as his lips connected with mine. My back dug into the railing of the elevator as we ascended to the top of the building, my insides fluttering at the same time as they began burning with desire. His tongue flirted with my own, his hands taking full advantage of the situation, cupping my ass with both hands.
My own arms wrapped around him, so that he was able to lift me up entirely while we made out. After awhile we both realized we had reached our room. the penthouse suite. He walked out, still carrying me, still kissing me. I had no idea what was awaiting me inside, but I knew it would be good.
Sure enough he went straight to the master bed, throwing me down to the mattress. Before jumping to join me, he ripped off his shirt and took off his pants, so he was half naked. I waited for him to undress me, and he didn’t take long in doing so.
Right away went my shirt and then he kissed my neck, one of his hands sifting through my hair and the other travelling down the side of my body, massaging my stomach and legs, tantalizing the area where I wanted him most.
“Yes, Blake, you know exactly what I want,” I moaned, encouraging him to keep going. My hands explored his back while he worked me up with his mouth, feeling every inch of him that I could.
He descended on my chest, reaching behind my back to unlatch my bra at the same time he kissed my cleavage. He smoothly threw it to the floor, kissing all around my now open breasts, making my nipples hard before he took them in his mouth as well.
After he finished suckling on my tits, he kissed my ribs, his tongue then traveling down to encircle my belly button. All the while his hands had started work unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally removing my shorts.
I watched him lick my body all the way to my panty line, his mouth wrapping along the waistband, gripping it with his
teeth and pulling while finally meeting his eyes with mine. The air hit my sex, which was already wet for him.
He let them go, snapping back to my waist before he finally took them off with his hands. Instead of going straight to work, he continued to tease me by kissing my inner thigh, slowly working his way up to my folds.
His tongue gently pressed around them, circling my slit and going everywhere but the sensitive area inside. I was almost begging him to do it by the time his tongue reached the inside of my folds. I watched him lick up my juices, enraptured with my taste.
As he began to eat me out, one hand gripped my waist while the other went up my stomach, to my chest, fondling my breasts while he started to suck on my clit. His mouth wrapped around that sensitive spot, his tongue doing circles on it.
My own hand went down to him, to feel his hair, to brush it away so I could see him better, and to make sure he didn’t stop even though I knew he wouldn’t. My neck craned forward from the bed, watching Blake eat me out, looking at me while he did it. As his warm tongue continued the same steady motions on me, I couldn’t help but lay back, my body starting to succumb to the pleasure he was giving me.
He switched movements with his tongue several times, always at the perfect time so that it was never dull. Then as he was flicking my clit with his tongue in some specific way, it hit me.
“Oh, there! Don’t stop Blake!” I moaned.
He knew exactly what to do, his tongue keeping the exact same pressure and motion as the pressure in my body built to a climax. I gripped his hair, forcing him down as my body shuddered with the ultimate relief, my eyes rolling in the back of my head and my moans uncontrollably forcing themselves out of me.
Through all of it his tongue kept at it, sending me through another and then another orgasm.
“Yes, Blake. Oh fuck yes!” I moaned, stealing a second to look at him before my body sent me slamming back to the bed. As he dutifully kept going, it suddenly became so sensitive that I couldn’t stand it.
“Stop Blake. Come up here,” I said, pulling him up to me to rest in his arms. I still hadn’t really left the ecstasy that he had given me as I lay there, him holding me. I just shut my eyes and rested, not wanting to leave this moment of bliss.
“You are the most amazing man I have ever known,” was the first thing I said to him after. A famous, billionaire rockstar, who was a god in the bedroom and appreciated me like no other woman. He pleasured me until I was satisfied, not worried in the slightest about any sort of return. I just couldn’t believe a guy like him existed, and I knew he was one of a kind.
“You’re the most amazing woman I have ever known,” he said back, brushing my hair aside and kissing me on the forehead. I didn’t know why exactly he loved me so, but the fact that he did made me feel more than special. It was crazy to have such power over such a powerful man.
I was so content that I nearly forgot about the day ahead of us. That was supposed to be his gift to me, but he had another that came early. If he could lick me out like that every time, it wouldn’t take much more than that to keep me happy. But I knew Blake would go above and beyond.
The time came the next day for me to get ready, as I excitedly put my outfit together, did my hair and makeup, all to impress Blake. He certainly deserved it, and I couldn’t wait to repay his little favor from last night. As I was putting on my dress, I decided to go without panties for that very reason. It was going to be hard to wait so long for us to be alone. I was already horny enough just preparing for him.
After everything else was ready, and it was almost time for us to leave, last but not least I slipped into my sexy red heels. I walked around in front of the mirror, striking poses left and right and throwing seductive glances at myself. I was thoroughly impressed, and I couldn’t wait to see Blake’s reaction.
As I walked up to him, he had no words. I had rendered him completely speechless. As I reached him he took my hands, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.
“You are beautiful, Emily,” were the words he finally chose. Simple, but sweet, I only managed a smile in return as I blushed before his compliment.
We ended up at the fanciest restaurant I had ever been to. There was more silverware on the table than I knew what to do with, and the chef even came out and introduced himself before our meal. We had an empty room all to ourselves. I felt a bit out of place, like I wasn’t sure how to even compose myself. It was probably just all in my head though, and Blake made me feel at ease no matter the situation. After being out on stage with him, nothing could really phase me like that.
We both ended up ordering the same thing. Rather, I copied his order because I had no idea what I wanted to get otherwise. The food ended up being incredible, probably the best tasting dish I had ever eaten. All with delicious wine perfectly paired to the meal.
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As we left the restaurant, we realized we were running a little late. Blake had a show the next day, and we needed to be on flight in time. We got to a cab and got to the plane as fast as we could, but it had started pouring rain.
“I don’t have an umbrella,” he said, looking at me worried. He looked out at the plane which was ready and waiting for us. “Can you run?” he asked, smiling.
“I’ll run with you anywhere,” I said, taking off my heels to carry them.
He went out first, already getting soaked as he held out his hand to help me out of the car. As I got out, we made a mad dash to the plane, hand in hand. He led me up the stairs first, until we were at the door and finally in the plane, out of the wetness outside.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed me and kissed me. A kiss that lasted a whole minute, a kiss that made everything better. Not that I cared about a little rain. I was worried about my hair, but it was obvious that Blake didn’t mind.
“I love you,” he said, staring into my eyes.
“I love you,” I said back, kissing him again.
We sat down as the plane took off, waiting impatiently for it to level out. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was ready to jump his bones the first moment I could. I had his tongue last night, but now I was hungry for his cock. I wasn’t the type of girlfriend who couldn’t repay a favor.
“You should put those heels back on,” he told me. “They were sexy.”
“I gladly will,” I said, quickly slipping them back on my feet.
He started kissing me, taking control, but I had some ideas of my own. I made sure to take off his shirt, but then I stood up and walked away so that I stood across from him sitting on the couch.
He watched as I spun around and carefully slipped off each shoulder strap of my dress, until it fell silently to the floor. I stepped out of it with my heels, bending fully over to pick it up and set it on a chair, giving him a full view of what he could expect from me.
I spun back around, showing him my front, and I couldn’t help but smile. I could see he was enjoying himself, the bulge in his pants growing as he waited to see what I was up to. I walked over to him and started to give him an improvised lap dance.
My legs straddled him on the couch as I shoved my tits in his face.
“Uh uh, no touching,” I said as he tried to grab me.
I continued to tease him, turning around and shaking my ass for him, throwing my legs up on the couch behind him, and other moves I thought a stripper would do. Except for my last move. I knew that strippers didn’t take their patrons pants off.
I got on my knees below him, sliding off his pants and underwear. I grabbed his cock with my hand and lightly rubbed where I knew he was most sensitive. As much as I wanted to tease him, I didn’t want to tease myself. I wanted him bad, and I wanted him right away.
As my hand played with his shaft, I went down to his balls and licked all the way up to the head of his cock. He squirmed underneath me as soon as I did it, and so I kept doing it. Finally on the last trail upwards, I moved my hand down to take his tip in my mouth.
“Oh God, Emily,”
he moaned, just as I had enveloped the head of his cock in my wet mouth, swirling my tongue around it to make him pleased.
Just as I started I could taste the precum from his cock start to come out, telling me I was doing my job right. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, pulling them up and down, spitting on his member until I slid with ease.
His hand behind my head turned me on as he forced me down on his cock, further than I ever thought I could go. Popping back up and then going back down for more. I looked up at him as I went because I knew he thought it was sexy.
I went just until I knew he was pleased, but not far enough to bring him to the edge yet. I wanted his cock, and I knew he would enjoy my pussy.
“Are you ready for me baby?” I asked, pulling away and leaning into him, our foreheads touching.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” he answered, and we kissed while I hopped up onto the couch, my knees straddling him.
I reached back and grabbed his cock, still lubricated with my saliva, and gave it a good squeeze with my fist, moving across the length of him as I centered it to my core. I sat down onto his cock slowly, so he penetrated my folds, maneuvering his cock to squeeze in to my tight walls.
It felt amazing to squeeze him inside me, my tight pussy coiling around him until I sat firmly on his lap. I bounced up and down onto his cock, getting my juices flowing so that he slid through me with ease.
I played the seductress, pulling more stripper moves out of my repertoire as soon as he warmed me up. With my heels still on my feet, I leaned forward with my arms around his neck and my tits in his face as I fucked him. His hands were firmly planted on my waist, guiding me as I twerked my ass on his dick. As he sucked on my titties and spanked my ass, I kept going, throwing my hair back and enjoying the ride.
I got him breathless, so close to the edge that if I kept going he was sure to cum inside me. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He motioned me to get up and switch positions, so I obliged.
He pushed me onto the couch, on my knees, my chest pushed against the back rest. Then he came up behind me and mounted me, his cock sliding in with ease now. He fucked me slow at first, but not for long.