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Everyone loves the bass player

Piper swept her long, strawberry blonde hair up and tied it into a ponytail. The cool feeling on the back of her neck was short lived in the humidity of summer. She tipped her aviator sunglasses onto the top of her head - it was dark enough that she didn’t need them any longer - and drained the last few drops from her beer can. 

If it was hot sitting in the beer garden, it was hotter on stage. Up there was the man she suffered through the heat to see - the bass player. Everyone loves the bass player. 

They met a few months back when Piper was publicizing a charity event in their hometown. Shawn was the local boy made good who returned to town to help teach vulnerable children the joys of music, and Piper volunteered her time and media contacts to help promote the event. They raised a lot of money for musical instruments.

That event turned out to be the first of many collaborations, but the only one to which they invited the public.

Now Piper felt her irritation growing in the heat, with her faded T-shirt sticking to her back. They were in the middle of nowhere, really, a dusty Midwest town in the midst of the annual summer tour. Piper wasn’t sure why she decided to meet up with the band here. 

Until the lights on the stage came up, the music started and Shawn plucked the first few chords on his guitar. Piper felt a tremor run through her body and she smiled as the crowd cheered. Already she could see the sweat soaking through his black shirt, sticking to the contours of his muscular upper body. It was something in his stance, the way he stood confidently on that stage, that made Piper want to drop to her knees in front of him.

Piper made her way through the crowd until she was close to the stage, once again just one of the fans. Shawn grinned the full show like he always did, playing each gig like it was his first one and his last one. It was in the way he moved, the subtle way his hips swayed. Or maybe it was his stocky build and the web of black ink spiraling up his arm. If she could pinpoint exactly what it was, then probably everyone would have it.

After the music died and the crowd began to filter out, Piper made her way backstage, flashing her lanyard at the guard. She watched for a few seconds as Shawn put his bass into its case, snapping it closed. He turned around when he felt her gaze upon him.

“Hey, sugar,” he said, dropping a kiss on her lips and he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Oohh, you’re sweaty,” she giggled.

“I could say the same thing to you,” he said, nuzzling her neck. He propped her back on her feet and grabbed a backpack from a nearby chair. He pulled on a water bottle until it was empty, leaving it on a side table as they walked out, Shawn’s thick arm around her shoulders.

“Where are we off to?” he asked as they walked into the fragrant scent of the night air. 

“The hotel is a block away,” she said.

Shawn grinned. “You don’t want to go out? Have some dinner, see a movie, tour the sights of … wherever the hell we are?”

Piper shook her head, tendrils of blonde hair falling from her messy ponytail. “Nope.”

In the hotel’s lobby, they were met by its owner, with bad news. He couldn’t get the air conditioner working, so it was hot. Opening a window was about all the advice he could offer as he gave them a portable fan.

It was a clear, moonlit night, casting a silvery light over all. Once the fan was running, the air was still warm but moving at least. Shawn peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. Piper slipped her arms around his body and, standing on her toes, pressed her lips to his. Slowly, his mouth opened and their tongues slipped past one another. Shawn moaned slightly as he cupped Piper’s head in his hands. “God, it’s almost too hot for this,” he said.

Piper raised an eyebrow, a glint in her green eyes. She ran her hands over his chest, the coarse blonde hair damp, and pulled open his belt. She slid her hand inside his boxer shorts and pulled his cock free. Despite his protestations, he was firm and growing harder as she stroked. She sank to her knees, just like she fantasized earlier, and ran her tongue around the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, innocence feigned in her eyes, before most of his thick member disappeared behind her lips.

As she sucked, and licked, and stroked, Shawn pulled her hair free from its ponytail, tangling his fingers in its thickness. With handfuls of her hair, he pulled her up from her knees and kissed her, pushing his tongue into the place where his cock has just been. “Still think it’s too hot out?” she asked. 

Shawn smiled and spun her around toward the bed, giving her tight, denim ass a smack. “Get naked,” Shawn commanded, as he stepped out of his jeans. Piper pulled off her damp T-shirt and faded, ripped jeans as she climbed on the bed. Beads of sweat ran down her neck and between her small breasts as Shawn pulled her knees apart, sliding a hand up her inner thigh as he buried his face in her pussy.

Piper purred as her back arched, blissfully enjoying the feel of Shawn’s hot tongue on the folds of her cunt. She felt warmth and wetness rush between her legs. Her body was relaxed and yielding as Shawn slid first one, then two fingers inside her, massaging as his tongue flicked and sucked at her clit. “Oh, god …” Piper’s hand found Shawn’s free one, which was wrapped around her thigh, and clutched it, digging her nails into the back of his hand.

Her other hand slid above her head, getting lost in the crisp white sheets. She scratched at the sheets and the pillows for purchase as Shawn pulled her closer and closer to climax. Hair matted against her forehead in the heat, she cared not what she looked like as her pleasure reached its peak and exploded, bliss flooding through her veins and Shawn continued to milk every drop from her body.

Shawn pulled back as Piper panted on her back on the bed. He looked at her for a few seconds, then grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her toward him, her legs spread and her sex wet and glistening. Piper reached for him, and he grabbed her hands, pulling her off the bed and onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Shawn slid his thick, hard cock into her slick pussy. 

Their lips met as their bodies did, Shawn moaning against Piper’s mouth. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, while his other hand gripped her ass. Piper wrapped her legs around him. 

They felt the heat now. The air barely moved, despite the fan whirring in the background. Drops of sweat ran from their pores, finding little rivers in the creases and folds of their bodies. Piper felt lightheaded, gripping Shawn to keep her grounded in the room. They kissed, licking salty sweat from their skin. Shawn squeezed her ass, making Piper jump from the sting as he slapped it. 

Piper could feel him getting close - his breathing became ragged, his fingers pinched her flesh and he pulled her into him. He grabbed a handful of hair, slammed his cock into her hot, wet pussy as the lines of pain and pleasure blurred into ecstasy. Shawn came, his seed spilling into her body, his breath hot on her neck. Piper’s arms and legs squeezed Shawn as the pounding of his heart slowed and he relaxed, his chest heaving from the pleasure and the effort as he laid back on the bed, his head nearly hanging off the foot. Piper sat on him, his cock still inside her, as she caught her breath too. 

“Ok, maybe it wasn’t too hot for that,” Shawn said, giggling, as the fan passed their direction, fluttering Piper’s hair in the faint breeze.

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