maddog4056
07-27-2010, 12:44 PM
I'm gonna need your help on this on. I started writing this last night and I don't really know where I want to go with this. It's a little short right now, so if you have any suggestions let me know.
I Fell In Love With The Girl At The Rock Show…
There is this small bar that me and my cousin go to every once in a while. We play pool, we try to talk to chicks, and we enjoy the cool beverages. But mainly we go to listen to the live bands that play on Friday nights.
My favorite band to see there goes by the name of Chicks Bizarre. There fronted by a beautiful 39 year old women named Sarah, and she is a fox. I love them. My cousin doesn’t like them, but to each his own I say.
Sarah’s band consists of her sister Lisa on drums, Lisa’s husband on base guitar, Sarah’s brother on lead guitar and her mom on keyboards. Sarah didn’t play an instrument, she was the lead singer. They were regulars at the bar, and they always introduced each band member to the audience at some point during the show. They smoke and drank on stage. Sometimes they wear leather. It’s truly a sight to see.
One night I went there alone, just to see Chicks Bizarre (my cousin didn’t want to go). I got there a little early and the band were still setting up their equipment. When I say the band, what I mean is Lisa’s husband. The rest of the group were all sitting at a booth smoking cigarettes. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. Occasionally I would sneak a peak over at the women in the band to see what they were doing.
After my first drink I decided to man-up and approach the group. Nervously I walked over to them and introduced myself. I told them that I really liked there sound and look, and I offered to buy them their next round of drinks. They thanked me for my kind words and accepted my offer, then Sarah asked if she could give me something in return. I said she could, and when I asked what it was she said she would tell me later.
So I went back to the counter and ordered them the drinks, as well as one for myself. A few minutes later the bartender served them the drinks. I had my back to them. Moments later, I heard Sarah call to me. When I turned around she had her high heels off and her bare feet resting on a chair beside her. She yelled, Thanks again! And added if I ever want to buy them another round, that they would gladly accept.
I was ecstatic! And I took notice to Sarah’s feet. Her soles were lovely. I hate to say it, but she caught me looking at her feet more than once during the next couple of minutes, which slightly embarrassed me. So, the next time I couldn’t help myself, and Sarah caught me looking again, we made direct eye contact and she raised her empty glass and gave me this look… I knew what it meant. I turned around and ordered them their next round.
That night I sat in the front row, right next to the stage. I had a beer and an order of nacho’s resting on the table, which was about stage level. Sarah’s feet were only a few yards away, and she hadn’t put back on her shoes.
Sarah knew that I was looking at her feet. Hell, I was practically staring at them. So throughout the night she teased me by moving her feet all over. She would turn to her right, facing the crowd sideways. Standing on her left foot, she would place her right foot directly behind her left ankle, with the top of her toes on the floor and the sole of her foot facing up. Then she would turn and do the same in the opposite direction. All night it was like this, and I was loving it.
After playing for two straight hours, the band took a break. It was midnight, and these girls returned to the booth were they were seated earlier (stage left, and right next to me - at a table stage middle). Sarah took the empty chair from in front of me and once again rested her feet on it. Sitting at an angle, the soles of her now crossed feet were pointing directly at me. They were fairly dirty after dancing and walking about on stage. I struggled to keep my eyes off them. They were breathtaking!
After a few minutes a waitress approached the band and asked if she could get them anything. Sarah looked at me and said yes, he would like to buy us the rest of our drinks for the rest of the night. I was surprised, and so was the waitress. She turned to me and asked, is that true? I looked at Sarah then back at the waitress. I told her it was, and to just put it on my tab. The waitress said okay and left. I asked Sarah why she did that and she responded by asking me if I was ready for what she was going to give me in return. I said I was. That’s when she took a pencil and a lottery paper off from the table and scribbled something down. She then lifted her leg up and brought it toward herself. She grabbed the note with her toes then extended her foot to me. I have to confess I was all exited! I grabbed her foot with both of my hands and felt her foot while taking the paper. She put her foot back down on the chair and I read what she wrote: it simply said, “massage my feet.” My jaw dropped. Sarah laughed and wiggled her toes. As embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t forgo this opportunity. In front of everyone, her band members included, I reached out and started massaging her feet.
This amused the members of the band, but they didn’t say anything to me. I did hear Sarah’s mom make a comment to Sarah about it, which made Sarah laugh. And when the waitress returned to their table with their drinks, and saw me rubbing Sarah’s feet, I heard her say to herself, wow… what a perv…
For the next 25 minutes I massaged Sarah’s feet. I literally rubbed the dirt off her feet. At 12:30 the band returned to the stage. When I thought no one was looking I lifted my hands to my nose and sniffed them. Unfortunately, Sarah saw this and I noticed a big grin grow on her face, followed by a wink.
The rest of the show was great. Hot women drinking, smoking and playing rock n’ roll. They ended the concert at 2am and when Lisa’s husband was taking care of their equipment Sarah approached me. She was well drunk by now, and so was I. She thanked me for paying for their drinks. Then she asked me if I could help her with her shoes. I told her I could and she took a seat at the booth. I got down on my knees in front of her and grabbed her high heels off from the floor. Carefully I put her shoes back on for her, and when I was done I gave each foot a kiss. When I looked back up at Sarah she had the biggest smile on her face. We both stood up and she asked me if I wanted to come home with her that night. I told her I did and she led me to there vehicles out in the parking lot.
Lisa’s husband was finishing up loading their equipment into a van, and the rest of the band were sitting in a convertible waiting for Sarah. When they saw me with her they made room for me. Sarah’s mom was already behind the wheel with Lisa in front next to her, and Sarah’s brother got out of the back seat and decided to ride in the van. Sarah and I had the back seat to ourselves.
On the way to their place Sarah told me that she loved the way I took care of her feet. Then she told me that she was a dominate woman, and so was her sister and mother. When I asked her what she meant, she said that Lisa’s husband was Lisa’s slave. Their father was their mothers slave, their brother was a free man but not viewed as an equal with the women in their family, and that from now on I would be known as Sarah’s slave.
I didn’t know what to think of it. I was going crazy over this women. I didn’t know what she truly meant by what she said, but it turned me on. I put my arm around her and went in for the kiss. I put my lips against hers and she kissed me back. We made out all the rest of the way home…
I Fell In Love With The Girl At The Rock Show…
There is this small bar that me and my cousin go to every once in a while. We play pool, we try to talk to chicks, and we enjoy the cool beverages. But mainly we go to listen to the live bands that play on Friday nights.
My favorite band to see there goes by the name of Chicks Bizarre. There fronted by a beautiful 39 year old women named Sarah, and she is a fox. I love them. My cousin doesn’t like them, but to each his own I say.
Sarah’s band consists of her sister Lisa on drums, Lisa’s husband on base guitar, Sarah’s brother on lead guitar and her mom on keyboards. Sarah didn’t play an instrument, she was the lead singer. They were regulars at the bar, and they always introduced each band member to the audience at some point during the show. They smoke and drank on stage. Sometimes they wear leather. It’s truly a sight to see.
One night I went there alone, just to see Chicks Bizarre (my cousin didn’t want to go). I got there a little early and the band were still setting up their equipment. When I say the band, what I mean is Lisa’s husband. The rest of the group were all sitting at a booth smoking cigarettes. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. Occasionally I would sneak a peak over at the women in the band to see what they were doing.
After my first drink I decided to man-up and approach the group. Nervously I walked over to them and introduced myself. I told them that I really liked there sound and look, and I offered to buy them their next round of drinks. They thanked me for my kind words and accepted my offer, then Sarah asked if she could give me something in return. I said she could, and when I asked what it was she said she would tell me later.
So I went back to the counter and ordered them the drinks, as well as one for myself. A few minutes later the bartender served them the drinks. I had my back to them. Moments later, I heard Sarah call to me. When I turned around she had her high heels off and her bare feet resting on a chair beside her. She yelled, Thanks again! And added if I ever want to buy them another round, that they would gladly accept.
I was ecstatic! And I took notice to Sarah’s feet. Her soles were lovely. I hate to say it, but she caught me looking at her feet more than once during the next couple of minutes, which slightly embarrassed me. So, the next time I couldn’t help myself, and Sarah caught me looking again, we made direct eye contact and she raised her empty glass and gave me this look… I knew what it meant. I turned around and ordered them their next round.
That night I sat in the front row, right next to the stage. I had a beer and an order of nacho’s resting on the table, which was about stage level. Sarah’s feet were only a few yards away, and she hadn’t put back on her shoes.
Sarah knew that I was looking at her feet. Hell, I was practically staring at them. So throughout the night she teased me by moving her feet all over. She would turn to her right, facing the crowd sideways. Standing on her left foot, she would place her right foot directly behind her left ankle, with the top of her toes on the floor and the sole of her foot facing up. Then she would turn and do the same in the opposite direction. All night it was like this, and I was loving it.
After playing for two straight hours, the band took a break. It was midnight, and these girls returned to the booth were they were seated earlier (stage left, and right next to me - at a table stage middle). Sarah took the empty chair from in front of me and once again rested her feet on it. Sitting at an angle, the soles of her now crossed feet were pointing directly at me. They were fairly dirty after dancing and walking about on stage. I struggled to keep my eyes off them. They were breathtaking!
After a few minutes a waitress approached the band and asked if she could get them anything. Sarah looked at me and said yes, he would like to buy us the rest of our drinks for the rest of the night. I was surprised, and so was the waitress. She turned to me and asked, is that true? I looked at Sarah then back at the waitress. I told her it was, and to just put it on my tab. The waitress said okay and left. I asked Sarah why she did that and she responded by asking me if I was ready for what she was going to give me in return. I said I was. That’s when she took a pencil and a lottery paper off from the table and scribbled something down. She then lifted her leg up and brought it toward herself. She grabbed the note with her toes then extended her foot to me. I have to confess I was all exited! I grabbed her foot with both of my hands and felt her foot while taking the paper. She put her foot back down on the chair and I read what she wrote: it simply said, “massage my feet.” My jaw dropped. Sarah laughed and wiggled her toes. As embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t forgo this opportunity. In front of everyone, her band members included, I reached out and started massaging her feet.
This amused the members of the band, but they didn’t say anything to me. I did hear Sarah’s mom make a comment to Sarah about it, which made Sarah laugh. And when the waitress returned to their table with their drinks, and saw me rubbing Sarah’s feet, I heard her say to herself, wow… what a perv…
For the next 25 minutes I massaged Sarah’s feet. I literally rubbed the dirt off her feet. At 12:30 the band returned to the stage. When I thought no one was looking I lifted my hands to my nose and sniffed them. Unfortunately, Sarah saw this and I noticed a big grin grow on her face, followed by a wink.
The rest of the show was great. Hot women drinking, smoking and playing rock n’ roll. They ended the concert at 2am and when Lisa’s husband was taking care of their equipment Sarah approached me. She was well drunk by now, and so was I. She thanked me for paying for their drinks. Then she asked me if I could help her with her shoes. I told her I could and she took a seat at the booth. I got down on my knees in front of her and grabbed her high heels off from the floor. Carefully I put her shoes back on for her, and when I was done I gave each foot a kiss. When I looked back up at Sarah she had the biggest smile on her face. We both stood up and she asked me if I wanted to come home with her that night. I told her I did and she led me to there vehicles out in the parking lot.
Lisa’s husband was finishing up loading their equipment into a van, and the rest of the band were sitting in a convertible waiting for Sarah. When they saw me with her they made room for me. Sarah’s mom was already behind the wheel with Lisa in front next to her, and Sarah’s brother got out of the back seat and decided to ride in the van. Sarah and I had the back seat to ourselves.
On the way to their place Sarah told me that she loved the way I took care of her feet. Then she told me that she was a dominate woman, and so was her sister and mother. When I asked her what she meant, she said that Lisa’s husband was Lisa’s slave. Their father was their mothers slave, their brother was a free man but not viewed as an equal with the women in their family, and that from now on I would be known as Sarah’s slave.
I didn’t know what to think of it. I was going crazy over this women. I didn’t know what she truly meant by what she said, but it turned me on. I put my arm around her and went in for the kiss. I put my lips against hers and she kissed me back. We made out all the rest of the way home…