Details: Cream Star by CJ Starr
m/f erotica short story (15 pages, 2924 words)
Connie (not her real name) tells CJ Starr about her erotic road to singing stardom.
Cream rises to the top and so has Connie, who sits down with CJ Starr and reveals for the first time her erotic trip from being a tag-along in a heavy metal to number one recording artist. True story.
By the way, as an aside, I recorded this conversation as we sat at a small table on the 12th floor of the Hollywood Metropolitan Hotel & Plaza. We were sipping Mimosa's with a breakfast bagel. So, as I was saying, Connie is very pretty. Her flesh is soft looking and blemish free. I was scanning every inch of her as we ate. Her eyes are an Irish green and clear as the HOLLYWOOD sign that back dropped her long neck and red tinged hair. As Connie continued her narration, I must confess that my attention was split between her story and my own daydream of fondling her, right there in the restaurant.
Connie was saying, "Devin asked me to stick around and help load the equipment-van, as that would now be a part of my job with the band. We finished about 2 a.m. just as the roadhouse closed. A few drunks and well-wishers came around back obviously to hit on me. Mark, the drummer, moved them along with expert tact and a sympathetic air of understanding. I must say, I was quite impressed with the following I picked up from just standing around shaking a tambourine."
"I think you are underestimating you charm, Connie," I stated. This was actually a feeble flirtation from me, but it came out a bit chastising.
Connie sipped her champagne and continued, "Devin came over and gave me a sensuous kiss on the lips and asked how I liked my first night with the Juice. My ears were still ringing from the huge amplifiers. I told him that I thought I'd get to sing and deliberately added that the on-stage grouping, although fun, wasn't a part of my job expectations."
"Devin laughed, then swore it was purely spontaneous. The heat of the moment, and my beauty, had overwhelmed him. I believed him. Mark and the boys pulled out of the parking lot leaving us alone. The lot was empty and Devin kissed me, gentle. I responded openly. I slipped my hands under his denim vest. That was all he had on above his Levis. His skin was cool and I could feel his underlying muscles."
Connie sipped her Mimosa, asking, "I sound terrible, don't I, C. J.?"
"I'm not here to judge you, Connie. It sounds hot, and romantic. Is that all you did?"
"Oh, hell no, C. J., I wanted him, heart and soul, right there in the parking lot. I let my hand drape down over his crotch and he was bulging huge. He didn't need any more encouragement then that swipe. He tugged my blouse out from the front of my pants and placed the palm of his hand on my belly. His fingers descended down inside my panties until he touched my pelvic hair. My chemistry kicked in and my thighs tightened as he swooshed a finger lower, a move that separated my pussy lips ever so deftly causing my love juices to ooze. It was the second time in just a couple of hours and I let them flow."
I caught myself fidgeting in my chair. I wanted so badly to rub my own pussy, just a quick pat; but I remained professional and let Connie continue her candid narration.
"Devin's tongue entered my mouth at the same time that his middle finger slid over my clitoris entering my wetness. It felt so beautiful, so right. I tightened my sex muscles on his finger, which gave me a tremendous wave of pleasure. Knowing we were in an empty parking lot at near 3 a.m. at night added a mystical quietness to our being outside."
I watched Connie's nipples harden and protrude outward from under her blouse. She was gregariously bra-less and a joy to observe. I had to wonder if she knew what a profound effect she was generating below my belt. If she would pause her story and ask me to lick her pussy, I'd have paved the way to her room with rose petals. But she didn't, and I continued my note taking in a mental la-la land of horny me.
2924 words=15 pages epub