The Lounge Singer

You caught my eye while you were onstage singing. A couple songs into the set, I was fairly certain you winked. I wasn’t sure if you were looking at me or not, but it sure felt like it. Just the thought that the wink was for me made me feel flushed all over, and even in a short black cocktail dress, I felt overdressed for the temperature of the room.

As your set wound down and you crooned the last lines of “One For My Baby,” I knew I wasn’t going to be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least try to get backstage. Maybe just for a shot of Jameson and some good conversation and not the sweet sweet lovin’ I was hoping for, but I had to get back there, regardless.

As you left the stage, I downed the last of my liquid courage and followed. I must’ve looked like I belonged there, because no one stopped me as I made my way down the hallway to your dressing room. I walked in without knocking, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it. You looked up from where you were sitting on the small sofa, startled at first, but you didn’t tell me to get out, so I counted that as a win
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“Loved your set,” I said. “You don’t find a lot of young men singing the classics these days.”

“Thanks,” you said back. “Have a seat. Join me for a drink.” Your mouth said drink, anyway, but your eyes darkened with lust and suggested more.

I crossed from the door to the sofa and took a seat on the coffee table in front of you. “I don’t need a drink. Thank you, though.” I leaned forward, took the drink out of your hand and placed it on the table. I then slid off the edge of the table, onto the sofa next to you, leaned in and kissed your neck, right below your ear.

You shivered, slid your arms around my waist and lifted me up to straddle your lap, kissing me hard as I ran my fingers through your hair. You slid your hands up my back, unzipping the back of my dress, then grasping the thin straps and pulling them down, exposing my breasts. You bent your head down to suck one nipple into your mouth.

I moaned, enjoying the feel of your mouth on me, but then pulled your head back, kissing you again, then sliding back off of your lap to kneel on the floor in front of you. I slid my hands up your thighs, undoing your pants as you leaned back, making yourself comfortable. I pulled your cock out of your pants and started slowly stroking up and down with my hand. You moaned with pleasure at my touch, and wound one of your hands into my hair, pulling me closer. I flicked my tongue out across the tip of your cock, then wrapped my lips around it and slid the tip into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around in slow circles, teasing you.

You pressed harder on the back of my head, breathing heavily, so I obliged. I slid my hand up to meet my mouth as I took more of you in, matching my pace to your hand in my hair. You moved your other hand down to cup one of my breasts, pinching my nipple and then smoothing the tip of a finger over it. I started to move faster, reacting to your touch. I caught your eye as you looked down at me while I sucked your cock, and you winked again. I slowly slid your cock out of my mouth, never breaking eye contact, and you leaned down to kiss me.
 
You stood up, pulling me up with you and pressed your body against mine, grinding into me. I unbuttoned your shirt and took it off of you while you unzipped the rest of my dress and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. You shed your pants as well, then turned me around so that my back was to you. You kissed the back of my neck as your hands moved up my body to grab my breasts. I reached between us to stroke your cock as you moved both of us the counter in front of the mirror in your dressing room.

Looking in the mirror, I could see you behind me, kneading my breasts in your hands while kissing my neck. I leaned forward, bracing myself on the counter with my hands, feeling you grind your cock against me. You dropped one of my breasts, moved your hand to your cock and started rubbing the tip of it against my clit. I spread my legs wider, waiting to feel you push inside of me and locked eyes with you in the mirror. You slowly slid your cock into me, never taking your eyes off of mine in the mirror.

You then started to slowly slide in and out of me, placing your hands on my hips to pull me back against you. I moaned, pushing against you and feeling you fill me up, forcing you to move faster. I reached down to rub my clit with my fingertip as you slammed into me harder, panting and moaning with pleasure with every thrust. I begged you to fuck me harder, moaning and so close to coming.

You did what I asked, pounding into me so hard, the counter was in danger of falling down. Just as I felt myself come, I had to put my hand back on the counter to keep from falling. You followed right after me, coming inside me with a shudder.

I felt you collapse against me, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck and then whisper in my ear, “Glad you liked the set. You should stay for the next show.”