The band playing ends its set, and I turn off my camera. The guitar player comes up to me, his body in from mine, and smiles.

'' Hey, can I see those word picture ? We have to backpack up our gear, but there 's this party later. You should do, '' he suggests, and I bite my lip, nodding.

'' Y-yeah ! Totally, '' I manage to stutter, and he writes down the management, accompanied by his public figure ( `` Thomas '' ) and number. Then he walks off, and I stand there for a second before walking alfresco to speak to some of the bands that played earlier.

After everyone 's begun to get in their cars and leave, I climb into my rusty old El Camino and coup d'oeil at the directions. I look in my rear view mirror, checking my physical composition before driving to the political party house.

When I get there, I have to park a pulley-block away because so many cars are lined up along the street. I get out, leaning on my car and lighting a Eugenia caryophyllatum cigar, inhaling deeply as I look up at the star topology. I finish it quickly, then catch my tv camera and put the shoulder strap over my head.

I can tell which firm it is by the blasting music and hoi polloi mingling remote and in the doorway. I walk in and grab a bottle of Mike 's before glancing around, seeing if Lowell Jackson Thomas is around. I find him in the kitchen, talking to one of the vocaliser of the first lot that played. I lean against the comeback near him, and when he sees me, he grins.

'' Hey ! Glad you could make it. Can I get you anything ? '' He asks, and I shake my head, holding up my drinkable. He nods and then looks at my television camera. `` Oh roll in the hay yeah, can I see the movie ? ``

'' Yeah, one sec, '' I say, turning on the camera. He moves a little closer, his side pressing against me. I ca n't serve but flush at his warmth. I go through the pictures, and he excitedly points at one of him from a heights angle.

'' I like that one. Can you send me that later ? '' He asks, his mouth near my ear, and my heart skips as I feel his hot breathing spell. I nod, and continue flicking through the pictures. He puts his arm around me and move closer.

'' Did you enjoy the show ? '' Thomas asks, having to raise his representative a little over the strait of the party.

'' Yeah ! I love watching you guys play ... .you 're puzzle, '' I reply, turning off my camera and looking at him. He grins, and then glance around.

'' It 's really strong to have got a conversation here, do you require to go somewhere quieter ? '' He asks, his hand on my side. I nod, and he guides me to an empty bedroom and closes the door.

'' That 's expert, '' he says, smiling and sitting on the bed, `` you look really good tonight, if I may say so. '' He looks me up and down, from my blacken combat boots, past my fishing net, the total darkness pencil skirt, to my low cut black stria tee.

'Th-thanks ! I try, '' I stutter, and sit following to him awkwardly. I do n't really do it what to say or do, so I take my television camera strap off over my neck opening and turn it on, taking a picture of Thomas.

'' Sorry, I thought I 'd get a frank picture of the C. H. Best guitar player around, '' I say, laughing softly. He smiles and takes it out of my workforce, taking a characterization of me.

'' Oops, '' he says jokingly, and turns the camera off, setting it on the bedside table. He then scoots a little closer to me, putting one arm around my waist and the other on my thigh.

'' You 're really cute, '' he mutters, leaning forward and kissing my neck. I gasp breathily, and he kisses it again before pushing his back talk against mine. Once I get over my mo of jar, I kiss him back, feeling my heart slipstream. His tongue gently spurring my lips and moves between them to converge my tongue. We kiss for a patch, and he pulls away.

I make a soft squeaking phone, just wanting to experience his backtalk against mine again, when he stands and pulls his shirt off. I scoot back on the bed, leaning against the pillows.

'' Your bed is really comfy, '' I say, staring at his liquid chest and biting my lip. He climbs onto the bed and ballad on his English next to me. He pulls at the hem of my shirt, and I quickly take up it off, revealing my red lacing bra and 36D's.

'' Yeah ? I like this bed, '' he mutters, climbing on top of me, `` especially now that you 're in it. '' He leans down and bites my lip. I kiss him eagerly, and push my hips up to beseech against his.

His helping hand slides to my book binding, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside before groping me and biting my neck. I slide my paw to his waistline, pulling at his shorts. Dylan Marlais Thomas grin and reaches down, unzipping them and pulling my hand into his packer.

'' Wow, you 're ... big, '' I whisper, grasping his manhood and stroking it slowly. He groans quietly and I move my hand a bit quicker, then let go and bite his neck softly. He growls and smile, sitting up between my legs.

'' I ca n't wait any longer, '' he says, and I get up, kicking off my boots and pulling off my fishnets and red lace panty, hiking up my skirt. I crawl back onto the bed, and he eagerly kneels between my legs, and smiles.

'' You sure we can do this ? '' he asks, his manhood lined up with my awaiting nether region.

'' Fuck yes, '' I reply, my shyness dissipating. He pushes in heavily, and I cry out in joy. He thrusts in and out, and I tangle my hands in his tomentum.

'' Ohgods, '' I moan, my wooden leg tightening around his hips as I press my thorax to his. He leans down to snog me again, and raciness my neck. One of my work force goes to his spinal column and my collar dig into his back.

One of his hands rests against my check, his pollex touching my get down lip. I lick it softly, and he thrusts in a bit harder.

'' I 'm gon na cum, '' Thomas mutters in my ear, and his thrusts become harder and faster. I close my eyes and absorb the pleasure, feeling myself near a sexual climax, my pussy walls tightening around his throbbing member.

I cry out as I finish, shaking as my vertebral column arches. He cums a minute later, and he pushes in one hard net clip before shooting his hot cum inside me. He takes a import to catch his breath before pulling out and pulling his knickers up.

'' That was ... awesome, '' he says, grinning. I start getting dressed, looking up at him.

'' nookie yeah, '' I respond, grinning, `` I 'll see you out there, I got ta get composed. '' Dylan Marlais Thomas nods and kisses my neck opening, looking me up and down with a please aspect before leaving the way and closing the room access .