There’s something about a woman who knows how to get wild when the need arises!
Post-Gig Hookup
There’s something about a guy with a guitar. And a woman who likes it wild.
It was 2007, maybe 2008. We closed our final set with that classic rock anthem of teen angst, “Born to Run.” All four of us left those teenage days behind more than thirty years ago, and my guess is that was true for a lot of the people in the bar as well, but the song still had resonance for my generation. Maybe it was about memories, or maybe we were still longing for the youthful abandon that the lyric represents.
Playing in a cover band was never the dream. But when attempts at fame and fortune long ago failed to produce anything tangible, it was a way to keep my hand in while making a little money on the side. By day, analyst in a medical billing company; by night, rock star. Sort of.
Outside of this endeavor, the guys in the band lived normal lives: wives, kids, mortgages, the usual stuff. In fact, the wives were in attendance that night, all except for mine. My wife hadn’t come to one of our gigs in a couple of years. Things hadn’t been great between us. We’d grown apart in so many ways. You know the old line, “It’s not you, it’s me?” It was definitely her. She’d been pulling away for a long time. It seemed like she just didn’t want me anymore. I missed her. I missed what we had. Seeing the guys with their wives only emphasized that.
The bar was on the first floor of a hotel, and that night we had a wedding party there, blowing off some steam before the big day. I couldn’t help but notice that there were several attractive women in the group, but they were largely out of my league and too young to be interested in a guy as old as me.
I packed up my guitar — always pack the instruments first — and was coiling some cables when I heard my name.
“Hey, Bobby!” The bartender, Ashley, was calling me. She was a hottie herself. “Somebody bought this for you.” She slid a glass of Smithwick’s onto the bar. We’d played there enough times that Ashley certainly knew my usual order.
“Well,” I asked, “who?”
Ashley pointed over to the bridal group. A very pretty woman with shortish hair and glasses smiled at me and raised her glass. She was probably in her late thirties, ten years or so younger than me. I raised my glass and returned her smile. I contemplated going over to her, but really, what would happen? As my mind went back and forth, the decision was made for me. She started toward me.
She pulled up close and leaned in, speaking into my ear, “There’s just something about a guy with a guitar.”
I chuckled. “Hi. I’m Bobby.”
“Angela.”
“Thanks for the beer.”
“You are quite welcome. I enjoyed the music.” She smiled. “Why don’t you come sit with me for a bit?”
“Um…I don’t know. I mean, I’m married.” I looked over at the rest of the band. John, the drummer, was looking at me and signaling me to come over. “I should probably go hang with my friends.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. Then she leaned in again. “Room 546,” she whispered in my ear.
I watched her finish the last of her drink as I sat down with the boys and their wives.
I watched her walk to the door.
I watched her glance back at me before exiting the bar.
Conversation and laughter flowed around me. I thought about how great Andrea smelled. Another round was ordered. I heard her voice in my ear. Room 546. I imagined her there, waiting for me.
I was fantasizing about a woman that I could have.
My marriage hadn’t been a marriage in a long time. I was pretty certain my wife was seeing someone else, especially on nights the band played. She was probably with him right now.
Room 546.
It echoed in my head like a promise.
“Hey guys,” I announced, “I’m gonna head out.” Goodbyes were exchanged and I walked away from the table. I grabbed the last of my gear and went out to my car. I loaded in, sat down in the driver’s seat, and started the car.
And turned it right off again.
I raced back in, making sure that none of my friends could see me.
I walked quickly to the elevator and pushed the ‘up’ button. I got in and pressed ‘5.’ When the doors opened, I followed the signs and knocked on the door of room 546.
Angela peeked out. “Hi, Bobby. I’m glad you changed your mind.”
She opened the door and ushered me in. She was clad in a fluffy white robe with the hotel logo on it. I took off my jacket and sat on a chair. She sat on the bed, across from me.
I broke the tense silence. “So, you were with the wedding party?”
“The bride is my niece. Nice girl.” She crossed her legs and gave me a good look at them.
I gulped. “You have great legs.”
“You like them?” she smiled. “I guess they’re OK.”
“Way more than just OK,” I replied.
“What about this?” She pulled the robe apart and spread her legs.
“Magnificent.” My dick started growing. “May I have a taste?”
Angela grinned, “That’s why it’s here.”
I dove in, causing Angela to giggle.
“Hungry much?” she laughed.
“Starving,” I said, then dove in like I hadn’t eaten in days. I ran my tongue up the folds of her cunt. I teased my way up, gently flicking the tip of her clit, which was already so swollen that it wasn’t hard to find. As I sucked on her clit, my fingers found their way inside her vagina. I curved upwards a little to find her g-spot.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, “you know what you’re doing.”
It was nice to know I still had it. It had been a while.
She draped her legs over my shoulders and crossed her feet behind my back. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer in as I felt her tense up and start to shake. I tasted her cream as she came.
Angela released her grip and I stood up, quickly removing my clothes.
“Right after I cum is the best time to fuck,” she said.
I wasted no time with that invitation.
As I slowly slid into her, our lips met, our tongues swirling around each other with abandon. She felt, tasted, and smelled so good my senses almost didn’t know how to process.
Then she whispered in my ear, “Put it in my ass.”
“What?”
“I think you heard me.”
I did. I just couldn’t believe what I heard.
Gently pushing me off, she reached for her bag on the floor and pulled out some lube. She was prepared for this. After opening the tube, she started slathering my cock.
“This is new for me,” I said.
“You’re gonna love how it feels, Bobby. My asshole is so tight.”
Andrea got up on all fours. She reached behind with her left hand to spread some lube on herself, then stuck a finger in. Just watching that and hearing her moan made my dick twitch.
“Ok,” she said, “I’m ready. Are you?”
“Damn, yes!” I practically yelled it, making her laugh.
“Well, do it, then!” She looked back over her shoulder at me with eyes full of lust. I had never seen that look in a woman’s eyes before.
It took a minute or two, but I slowly got my cock in. Oh! My! Fucking! God! It felt incredible. From the way she moaned, it seemed as if it felt good to her too.
“Oh shit, Angela,” I panted, “I fucking love this.”
“I told you,” she managed to squeak out.
After that, there were no more words. Just the squelching sounds of me pumping in and out of her and our heavy breathing. She reached her right hand up and played with her cunt as I went at it. Both of our paces increased as we approached climax.
I tried to hold back. I wanted it to last. But before I knew it, I was spurting into her with what might have been the greatest orgasm of my life.
She cried, “Oh God, yes!” She was cumming too.
After a moment, I carefully pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her.
“Holy shit,” I sighed.
My phone buzzed. I found my pants and checked it. There was a text from my wife.
How far away are you?
I carefully considered my answer before replying: Why? So you have enough time to get the guy you’re sleeping with out of the house?
I waited. A minute went by.
Her reply was just two words: Fuck you.
Angela, having seen the exchange over my shoulder, said, “You’re welcome to stay. Feel like going to a wedding tomorrow?”
I typed: Not coming home. Have a fucking great time.
Angela smiled and kissed me.
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