by Lindsey May
“How do you possibly escape without becoming a hermit?”
“Well being a hermit isn’t so bad when you have several mansions,” he laughed. “But there’s always somewhere in the world where no one has ever heard of you, no matter how famous you might be.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I said, wondering what kind of places he went for that. Certainly not outside of civilization.
“It is surreal, going back to just being a normal person. But if you find a village small enough, somewhere else, it’s not impossible. It’s refreshing.”
After we finished eating we went walking again, now passing all of the expensive shops that I never would have dared to even look at before. I couldn’t help but window shop, seeing so many cute outfits as we passed by. He saw me peering in and asked if I wanted to go in, but I said no. I didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. And to be honest, I was a little intimidated by these big classy stores. It was almost like I didn’t belong inside.
But then I saw them. The most gorgeous red heels I had ever seen. Even though I was trying not to seem interested, I couldn’t help but stop to look at them. They were perfect. After staring at them for probably 5 minutes, I shook my head and turned away, finding Blake smiling at me.
“You want them?”
“No, it’s fine,” I tried to brush it aside, lightly pulling at him to continue. But he was still as a statue.
“I want them for you. Come on,” he said, starting inside.
I didn’t put up a fight. Really I got what I want, without even trying to. I smiled behind him, excited to try out those heels in the mirror.
They were indeed perfect. My feet looked amazing in them, and my ass even better. I think Blake was even more willing to buy them for me after seeing me pose in them. I still wasn’t as tall as him, but it helped. They looked ridiculous with my current outfit, but I had dresses that would work perfectly with these. That or I would have to do more shopping, I thought.
After that we went back to the hotel, cuddling a little bit before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We were spent. And he had a show the next day.
I had no idea what it would be like, and I was surprised to find how much preparation there actually was. I figured we would have most of the day free, until the show started. But they needed to rehearse, do mic checks, and get all that sorted out. I was backstage most of the day just on my phone, while the band got ready.
I barely saw him, until he was finally ready. It was about half an hour before the show was supposed to start, and it had become considerably more busy backstage. I could hear the crowd easily now too.
He took a picture with me and posted it online. We watched together as it blew up, his fans going crazy. Like we had talked about, I was developing my own following now just by association. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
After he left me, I watched as he performed the same set as the other night. It was still awesome to watch, and I don’t think I would ever get tired of it. Before I had met Blake I listened to his songs over and over again, hundreds if not thousands of times. 3 concerts was nothing. And it was just a little bit different every time.
Especially this time. In the middle of his set, he started talking to the crowd.
“I’ve been in this band for awhile, and just as things started to get a little stale, I think I met the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said, everyone screaming, curious of what he was talking about.
I wasn’t even sure myself, although I started to get nervous. It was one thing to experience over the internet and on the streets with isolated fans, but out on stage were thousands of people watching.
“Em, come on out,” he said, looking back to me. I was frozen at first, trying to signal that this wasn’t necessary. I was too nervous. “Come on, don’t be shy,” he said, and the crowd started to egg me on as well. I realized that resistance was futile, swallowed my fears, and trudged forward.
The stage lights shone in my eyes as I walked out, nearly blinding me as my eyes adjusted. I looked to Blake as I came out, but the crowd in front of us stole my attention. Anxiety filled my body as I watched everyone react to me coming out. I knew that I shouldn’t be paying them so much attention, but it was more distracting than I was used to. And the power felt overwhelming. All those people, more so far back I couldn’t see, were watching me.
“This girl right here is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he told everyone. “I’d like to dedicate this next song to her.”
As he started singing the song I had always dreamed he was singing about me, I completely forgot everyone around us; the crowd, the rest of the band, everyone vanished. It was just me and him on that stage. I loved him, and I couldn’t wait for what the rest of the tour would bring.
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Bound By The Billionaire Series
FFM/MMF Threesomes
Vacation for Three: Part I
Vacation for Three: Part II
Vacation for Three: Part III
Vacation for Three: Part IV
Vacation for Three: Part V
Vacation for Three: Part VI
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Lindsey May is a young author who has been writing erotica for fun in her spare time for a few years. She loves writing what turns her on, turning everyday situations into something a bit more sexy. Her favorite kinks include strong, dominant men and group sex, but she enjoys experimenting in other genres.