The Rockstar & the Virgin

My favourite band was going to be in town and I knew I had to do something above and beyond to try and meet them; I just had to. I guess it would be classified as "groupie" behaviour, but I didn't care. It was leaked out as to where they "might" be staying, so a friend and I went down to the hotel early that morning to check it out. There weren't as many people staked out as I thought there would be, but maybe we were just there earlier than the others.

After a couple hours, two men came out of the hotel with sunglasses on and hoodies. My stomach flipped; I knew it was the lead singer and the bass player. I gave my friend a hard squeeze and myself a quick "BE COOL" pep talk before I briskly walked over to where they were. My stomach was in my throat and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears when I smiled and put it out there, "Hey there! Do you guys need any tour guides for the day?" He turned around and looked me up and down - I knew it was slightly obvious that he was 'sizing me up' but again, I didn't care. He quickly glanced at his band mate and then shrugging his shoulders, he smiled back, "Sure. You young ladies want to join us for breakfast?"

I won't divulge into that part too much other than it was an incredible morning, but the best was yet to come. The lead singer and I actually hit it off and he was totally coming on to me. I wasn't stupid; I knew how these things usually played out. The thing I should mention was that although I was sexually liberal and had a couple sex toys, I was technically a virgin. I don't know why, really! I guess there just wasn't anyone that had come along yet that I wanted to have penetrate my holiest of holies... until that day.

He asked me if I wanted to come back to the hotel. HELL YA! My friend gave me a wink of approval and she left me at the hotel. We quickly made our way to the bed as he undressed me. Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous - just really fucking turned on. It was like I was having a fantasy out-of-body experience; I couldn't believe this was happening. I was well versed in oral sex and I pulled out all the stops! I wanted it to be the best head I'd ever given, and I think it was - he was sure vocal about it while he finished and of course I swallowed. I knew that would be an added bonus.

He pushed me back on to the bed, gently spread my legs in the air and began to go down on me. HOLY CRAP! I don't know why, but I wasn't expecting him to be, how to I say it? Attentive towards MY needs, but he really, really was - and that long tongue wasn't just good for singing, that's for damn sure! It didn't take too long before I started to climax - quicker than it had taken with other guys, but then again, they weren't fucking famous rockstars; apparently, that really helps!

He took a little break to get a condom and water for the both of us. He came back to bed and after a quick make-out interlude, he gestured for me to turn over. OK, so my first time was going to be doggie style? Eik, I was a little nervous now, but there was NO WAY I was going to tell him. I guess my giant sized dildo marathons payed off, because it was fine - actually, it was pretty good! And then he started to laugh...

I guess I should now mention that I actually have HIS PORTRAIT tattooed on MY ASS!

"I think this is the first time I've stared at myself during sex... without a mirror, anyway!" He was smiling and I could feel his thumb rubbing over 'his face'. "It's pretty fucking impressive, for sure!"

"Thanks!" With my ass in the air and face in a pillow, I didn't think I needed to say anything else.

I was there with him for another 2 hours before he had to go for a meeting. He ordered some amazing room service for the both of us; we talked for a while and had sex again. Then, he gave me some VIP passes to the show and invited me back for the next night... and so I did. Of course the concert also fucking rocked - but that goes without saying! It was one of the craziest weekends of my life, hands down.

Before it was time for us to part ways for good, he said, "Come here for a sec!" He was sitting on a chair and guided me over to him... and then yanked down my pants from the back. He pulled out a Sharpie and he signed his autograph underneath my tattoo (of his face), and then gave me an affectionate slap on the butt.

After one last hot kiss and a hug, I left his room... and went straight to the tattoo parlor to have that autograph permanently fused to my body.

WHO WAS IT?
I'm sure you're dying to know... but I'll be leaving that up to your own imagination.