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Who: Cemi
Where: Hotel Room in South America somewhere
This no sex thing was absolute torture. I thought I could handle it if I kept reminding myself of the things that could happen if she got pregnant but even that wasn't working anymore. Especially when I had to watch my girlfriend strut around and shake her hips in those tight jeans of hers. The amount of self control I had to have to not shove her up against a wall and fuck her right there was unbelievable. I needed to have sex with her more than anyone could possibly imagine. It didn't help that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I dreamt about it and as nice as those dreams were, I would still wake up with a goddamn erection and had no way of taking care of it. I tried to wait to shower until the evening so I could maybe jack-off in the shower. Tonight was no different, I watched Demi perform on stage until she started her final song, then I'd rush to the back so I could meet her when she got off stage. Her show tonight had gone so well and that compiled with the Redbull before the show had made me really hyper.
I sprinted around the arena, showing my little pass thing so the security new I was allowed past them. I slid to a halt right next to where she would be coming out just as her elevator contraption was lowering. I grinned widely at her as she finally looked up at me, opening my arms for her to run into. There was a bounce in her step as she rushed over to me then jumped into my arms. "You did so well tonight, baby!" I kissed her lips and patted her ass in that encouraging way but mostly because I could. I set her back down and gave her another kiss. The sounds of screams were practically shaking the arena. Her security guard reminded us that we needed to get back to her dressing room now and I nodded, grabbing her hand. She was so hyper that she was practically pulling me along for once, which was saying something because even I was hyper. I opened the door for her, she skipped in past me while I was informed that he'd let us know when it was time to leave. I nodded at him then walked into dressing room, which was absolutely massive. Her back was to me allowing my eyes to wander to her ass that was just begging to be grabbed.
I walked up behind her, getting a handful of her ass while wrapping the other arm around her waist. I chuckled at her little gasp and smacked her ass, which made her completely pull away. I held my hands up, "I'm sorry! Your ass just looks so. Fucking. Good. In those jeans." I sat down on the little couch that was in here and I patted the spot next to me so she knew to come sit with me. Instead, she straddled my lap so she was facing me. My hands rested on her thighs right above her knees. "You put on a fantastic show out there tonight, you know? I'm going to be permanently deaf from all the screams. We'll need to learn sign language to communicate." I joked with her. Slowly, my hands wandered up her thighs, but only while I spoke so that she hopefully wouldn't notice as much. I gently worked my thumbs into her thighs, deciding I should cover up for what I was doing. "You think your legs will hurt from all that work you were doing? You can ride me once we get out of here if that'll help." I looked up at her, giving her a blank expression so she didn't realize I had purposely made that sound like an innuendo.
Where: Hotel Room in South America somewhere
This no sex thing was absolute torture. I thought I could handle it if I kept reminding myself of the things that could happen if she got pregnant but even that wasn't working anymore. Especially when I had to watch my girlfriend strut around and shake her hips in those tight jeans of hers. The amount of self control I had to have to not shove her up against a wall and fuck her right there was unbelievable. I needed to have sex with her more than anyone could possibly imagine. It didn't help that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I dreamt about it and as nice as those dreams were, I would still wake up with a goddamn erection and had no way of taking care of it. I tried to wait to shower until the evening so I could maybe jack-off in the shower. Tonight was no different, I watched Demi perform on stage until she started her final song, then I'd rush to the back so I could meet her when she got off stage. Her show tonight had gone so well and that compiled with the Redbull before the show had made me really hyper.
I sprinted around the arena, showing my little pass thing so the security new I was allowed past them. I slid to a halt right next to where she would be coming out just as her elevator contraption was lowering. I grinned widely at her as she finally looked up at me, opening my arms for her to run into. There was a bounce in her step as she rushed over to me then jumped into my arms. "You did so well tonight, baby!" I kissed her lips and patted her ass in that encouraging way but mostly because I could. I set her back down and gave her another kiss. The sounds of screams were practically shaking the arena. Her security guard reminded us that we needed to get back to her dressing room now and I nodded, grabbing her hand. She was so hyper that she was practically pulling me along for once, which was saying something because even I was hyper. I opened the door for her, she skipped in past me while I was informed that he'd let us know when it was time to leave. I nodded at him then walked into dressing room, which was absolutely massive. Her back was to me allowing my eyes to wander to her ass that was just begging to be grabbed.
I walked up behind her, getting a handful of her ass while wrapping the other arm around her waist. I chuckled at her little gasp and smacked her ass, which made her completely pull away. I held my hands up, "I'm sorry! Your ass just looks so. Fucking. Good. In those jeans." I sat down on the little couch that was in here and I patted the spot next to me so she knew to come sit with me. Instead, she straddled my lap so she was facing me. My hands rested on her thighs right above her knees. "You put on a fantastic show out there tonight, you know? I'm going to be permanently deaf from all the screams. We'll need to learn sign language to communicate." I joked with her. Slowly, my hands wandered up her thighs, but only while I spoke so that she hopefully wouldn't notice as much. I gently worked my thumbs into her thighs, deciding I should cover up for what I was doing. "You think your legs will hurt from all that work you were doing? You can ride me once we get out of here if that'll help." I looked up at her, giving her a blank expression so she didn't realize I had purposely made that sound like an innuendo.