Private Performance


“I want the back door locked too!”
The door to the dressing room swung open. He filled the opening, but before she got a good look at him, he turned around to listen to the voice in the hallway. Her heart beat in her chest, hammering against her ribs. Adrenaline rushed through her body and she had to push her knuckles in her mouth to keep the excitement inside.
“I don’t care how you do it, but if that door is not locked, I am not going onto stage!”
With those words Beau Bandit slammed the door to his dressing room shut behind him and entered the adjoining bathroom.

Kim pushed herself deeper into the darkness under the large dressing table, which was ridiculously large. Now, with Beau in the same room with her, she doubted the wiseness of her impulsive decision to sneak in here. But, when she found the back door unlocked, she could not resist. She had been a fan of Beau Bandit for so long. Not only of his music, but also of what he looked like. He wasn’t a beautiful man, like some of the pop artists are. No, he had scars on his face because of severe acne in his youth, mouse brown hair and a normal posture. What drew her towards him was his beautiful blue eyes in combination with his rugged voice. The man had touched her heart with every song since the first day she heard him sing.

Her eyes grew wide when Beau walked from the bathroom. Just in time Kim stopped a sound escaping her mouth. Beau was stark naked. He walked to the door of the dressing room and locked it. Kim held her hand tight over her mouth when he sat down on the chair at the dressing table. He was so close that she could feel the heat his body radiated. His legs were spread, his cock hanging at the same height as her face. Had she stretched her arm, she would just not have been able to touch his knee. Behind her hand Kim slowly drew her breath in when Beau’s hand appeared under the table, taking his cock in his hand.

Mesmerized she watched as he started stroking himself. He used his entire hand – palms and fingers – to move the skin up and down. He pulled the foreskin back entirely and the head of his cock glistened with wetness. It disappeared again when he moved his hand to the top. Kim watched as his penis grew harder. Her nipples tingled and her crotch was wet. She did not move, afraid of being discovered. Why the hell did you come in here anyway, she scolded herself. What have you expected to accomplish? Talk to him as if you had every right to be here?

A grunt coming from somewhere out of her line of sight brought her attention back to what was happening right in front of her eyes. He was now holding his cock only with his fingertips. There was an urgency in his movements. His fingers moved fast. Fast enough that the image in front of her was blurred. He moaned and grunted. Spread his legs wider. Moaned and grunted some more. Louder. Then his movements slowed down. Kim wanted to take his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste him; wanted to suck him. But she dared not move. Deliberately he moved his fingers back, pulling the skin tight, then forward and rubbing the skin over the head of his penis. It almost looked like he twisted his cock between his fingers. His legs shook a bit every time he covered the tip of his cock. Kim heard his loud breathing and realized she was breathing just as hard. Her crotch was soaked. She wanted to touch herself, but did not dare to move, afraid he might hear her and stop this hot private show she was getting.

A soft moan escaped him again, but this time the sound lasted longer. Kim watched as he pulled the skin of his cock back one more time. White semen spurted out and up and landed on his leg. Another trail of semen shot from his cock. This time it landed on his stomach. The third time it landed on the floor between his feet. While he climaxed, Beau grunted and moaned. He was silent afterwards; his hand still holding his now half-hard penis. Several minutes later he got up and walked to the bathroom again. When he returned he had a paper towel in his hand. The semen on his stomach and leg had been cleaned away. He had put on a dressing gown that was hanging open, still exposing his naked body. Kim pushed herself backwards against the wall and the side of the dressing table, but she knew it was of no use. She was about to be discovered.

Just as he stopped at the dressing table, there was a knock at the door. For seconds nothing happened. Then the chair moved forward, trapping Kim and concealing the semen on the floor from whoever was at the door.
“I lost track of the time,” Beau said, “two minutes!”
Two minutes later he was gone. Five minutes later Kim left her hiding place, carefully opened the door and sneaked out through the same door where she came in; the same door Beau wanted locked.

© Rebel’s Notes

This post was written for the discontinued meme A Darker Flame, with the prompt: The groupie

A Darker Flame

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