Bloody
hell, at last! After hours of standing outside the record store, you are finally
inside and there are only five people in front of you in the queue. Once again
you practice your little speech, “Hi, how are you? I’ve been a huge fan for
ages! I can’t believe I’m here at last…” Only two people ahead now!!!
Oh, my god, you’re standing right in front of James, you’re reaching out to
shake his hand… WOW what a firm grip!!!! You look up but you don’t let go of
his hand. You smile and grip harder, squeezing his hand in return!! He looks at
you, amused!!! While all this is going on, the others are sort of milling
around, getting ready to leave, after all you are the last in the queue. You are
still gazing into those deep brown eyes; he is still gazing into yours (I
WISH!!) You open your mouth to speak but your prepared speech exited ages ago!
Feeling a bit cocky, as the others are out of earshot, with a wicked grin, you
ask, “Tell me James, do you wear boxers or briefs?!?!”
“WHAT?” he gasps in disbelief. Blushing, surprised at
your own cheek, you feel you might as well continue. “Well, I’m sure the
girls on the JBD message board would like to know, might give the fantasy
writing a bit more substance!!!” you explain!
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” he grins!
“Well, yeah, actually I would!!” You reply, your confidence growing by the
minute. With one hand still holding on to his, you reach out your other hand and
give his crotch a quick squeeze. “I guess its boxers then!” you say! After a
quick look around, and without a word, he guides you by the hand around the low
table and towards a door at the rear of the store. You find yourself alone with
James in a small, rather dark and messy storeroom! At last, he lets go of your
by now slightly sweaty hand, only to grab you by the shoulders, shoving you
against the closed door and roughly planting his lips on yours. For a moment you
are to stunned to react, but you soon loose your inhibitions and return to being
the confident, horny, tart you were before!!! Once again your hands reach down
towards his groin, this time not bothering to fumble around outside his jeans,
you plunge right in, by undoing his fly, and tugging the garment down past his
hips. He takes a small step backwards, shrugs, and says, “Well, I guess you
were wrong!!” Under the jeans, he is NAKED!!! You gasp as your eyes zoom in on
the enormous erection standing to attention before you! Once again he is mashing
his lips against yours in a frantic kiss, his tongue exploring every part of
your mouth. Even more frantic are his hands, struggling with your bra fastenings
under your tight t-shirt (Hey, does anyone know a man anywhere who can smoothly
undo a bra?) You move your hands around to your back to help him, so he starts
to undo your button fly jeans, ripping them down to your thighs! His hand starts
massaging your tender nipples as he pushes down his own jeans further with the
other. You grab his huge cock and start pumping. You can feel his enormous penis
twitching against your palm. Suddenly, James pushes you away from the door and
towards a small table at the far end of the tiny room. Bending you at the waist
he roughly pushes you face down onto the tabletop and with his strong hands,
pushes your legs as far apart as they will go with your jeans around your
ankles!!! He rams into you, lifting your feet off the ground with the force of
each thrust. He reaches under you to grab your tits, and you can feel yourself
pushing harder onto him so he can reach your furthest pleasure points!!! With a
scream that has surely grabbed the attention of everyone beyond the closed door,
you have the most mind-blowing orgasm ever, which triggers off James’ own
spurting, grunting, thrusting orgasm!!!
You tidy up your clothing,
run your fingers through your tangled, sweaty hair, gather up your belongings,
and open the door. You walk out to face a sea of amused, knowing, smug,
giggling, expressions!!! With your head held high, and the gusset of your
knickers damp with the mixture of your own and James’ juices (!!!) you walk
across the shop floor and out of the front door. Oh f**k, you remember, you
forgot to get your albums signed!!!