Strum For Me
Mindy can’t wait to bang the hot sound engineer after her gig…
He noticed her during sound check. He’d seen Toddler Tantrum play at the club before and she wasn’t one of their usual band members. During their set, Mark, the lead singer, introduced her as his sister Mindy, filling in for their guitarist.
She was good. Probably way more talented than their usual guy, but maybe Ray’s opinion was influenced by how cute he thought she was. She switched between electric and acoustic guitars and picked up a ukulele for a couple of songs too. He felt his eyes drawn to her the entire set as he sat behind the sound controls.
Ray stepped outside for a cigarette between the sets and kicked the gravel in the back lot, behind the club, thinking how shitty it would be to hit on a guy’s sister right in front of him. He heard the heavy door slam shut and there she was, just standing there, a bottle of Stella tipped to her lips.
“Hey.” Ray squinted at her slightly in the darkness, letting his eyes scan down to her leather miniskirt and over-the-knee boots.
“Hey,” she replied, letting one side of her mouth quirk up into a smile.
“You were really good up there,” he told her, kicking himself for not having anything better or more original to say.
Mindy beamed inside, feeling pretty proud of herself. She wasn’t a professional musician, not even of the calibre that the guy she was filling in for was. She rarely ever played in public.
“Thanks,” she tried to tamp down her giddiness. “I’m Mindy.”
She stuck out her hand to the cute sound engineer. She’d noticed him while they were doing soundcheck and felt like every time she looked over in his direction, he was looking back at her. It wasn’t a coincidence that she found her way out here.
“Ray,” he shook her hand, his feeling huge and rough against hers.
He took a pull from his cigarette then frowned to himself and gestured to her.
“Would you like one?”
“No, thank you.” She shook her head, taking another swig of her beer.
She imagined that if they were to actually kiss right now, he’d taste the beer on her and she’d taste the smoke on him and the flavors would mingle together. She wanted that mingle.
They made small talk instead. He asked her whether she ever did solo gigs and she asked him about the sort of music he enjoyed. He had stubbed out his cigarette and Mindy held onto an empty bottle, inching closer to him, when the door behind her opened and Mark poked his head out.
“There you are! C’mon, we’re back on!” He gestured with his head for her to come in.
Mindy sighed, following her brother inside. This felt like an entirely lost opportunity.
He kicked himself for not making a move outside, when they were alone, but he didn’t hate having more time to just stare at her as she effortlessly strummed the strings. She was confident up there in an entirely casual way. He loved her little move of blowing the bangs out of her face.
He’d at least have to get her number.
It worked out better than that. After the show, as the band was packing up their equipment, Mindy came over and touched his arm. He felt a zing of electricity run through him at her touch and it wasn’t static.
“Hey, would you help me get my instruments in the car?”
She had a pleasant smile on her face as she looked up at him. He eyed the four other guys who were in the band over her shoulder. Ray was certain that any one of them would help her, but she had wanted him.
“Yeah, sure,” he agreed.
She had a hard case for her Fender electric and soft cases for the acoustic and the ukulele. He grabbed the two larger cases and followed her through the back door. She led the way toward her SUV and pressed the button on the handle to open the liftgate. He set the instruments inside while she set down her ukulele and hopped up on the edge of the cargo space.
He watched her as she unzipped her tall, over-the-knee boots and pulled them off, tossing them into the trunk. Then she produced a pair of beat-up, black chucks and put them on instead. He chuckled as she tied the laces.
“You’re a classy gal,” he told her.
“The classiest,” she replied.
He came closer to her, once her shoes were tied, stepping into her space, but she didn’t seem to mind, looking up at him with a smile.
She’d been waiting all night for him to make the move and it looked like he finally might do it. His large hand cupped her face and he leaned down to kiss her tenderly on the lips. It was so much gentler than she had expected a kiss from Ray to be. She felt this rough and dominant vibe from him, but he turned out to be a bit reserved.
When it felt as though he was going to pull away, she grasped the front of his black t-shirt and pulled him back in. She wanted more.
Their kiss grew deeper as she opened up her lips to him, letting him slip in his tongue between them. He had chewed gum, she thought to herself, sensing the minty taste overpowering the cigarette smoke. She must not have been alone in wanting this, she decided.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer. Mindy scooted her ass to the edge of the trunk, letting their bodies connect. God, it sent sparks through her, feeling his thighs between her legs! She wanted so much more!
She let her hands slide to his chest, feeling the hard pecs beneath the cotton. She rubbed her palms against them, wishing he would do the same. Her nipples were already hard, straining inside her bra.
Ray’s hands slid up along her neck, underneath her hair, tangling with the strands at the back of her head. He pulled her away just slightly.
“You want it right here?” His gruff whisper prickled her skin in the most arousing way.
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
He hadn’t expected things to move this quickly, but he was glad they did. He had been holding himself back, not wanting to appear aggressive, but the attraction was certainly mutual.
Ray slid his hands beneath the edge of her top, up to her bra-clad breasts. They fit so perfectly into his hands! Her nipples were already hard when he rubbed his thumbs over the padded fabric. She reached behind herself and with a one-handed flick of the fingers unhooked her bra. He slipped his hands beneath the loose-hanging garment to cup her bare breasts.
She moaned as he touched her, while her own hands returned to his pecs, burning them with her heat. He loved the feel of her hard nubs between his thumb and index fingers. He twisted them and pinched them, contrasting the rough touch with a tender caress.
Mindy slid her hand down to his crotch, rubbing his straining cock through the denim. He followed her lead, shifting his hands down, underneath her skirt and inching them up her thighs. They were open for him, inviting him to slip in between them.
She could feel that her panties were already damp and hoped Ray would see that as an invitation.
He was certainly making her wait for it though, rubbing and massaging her thighs on the way up. Mindy wanted more. It felt like teasing! She dragged the zipper down on Ray’s jeans and opened the button, reaching into his fly. His cock felt thick and heavy in her hand when she grasped it and she hoped that, once again, Ray would see her initiative as a signal to move forward. She was desperate to get fucked tonight.
Her hand on his cock felt incredible. She stroked it with just enough pressure to ignite all the nerve endings but not so fast as to make him blow his wad. Her panties felt wet to the touch and he pushed them aside to get to her pussy. Her smooth skin was satiny under his fingers, warm and inviting. He was already barely able to resist plunging his cock inside her, but forced himself to take Mindy’s lead and move at her pace.
She seemed to lean into his touch, impaling herself on his fingers. Her hot, wet pussy slid onto his digits and she gripped him more firmly. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He wanted to hear her louder, he wanted her to scream out in pleasure that he delivered.
Mindy leaned away, reaching into the front pocket of her guitar case, and returned holding up a condom.
“I need you to fuck me,” she announced, her voice dripping with need. There was no way for him to decline such a request.
In the next moment, she was unrolling the condom over his length and readjusting her position on the edge of the trunk. She seemed to be pulling his cock right towards herself. Ray grasped her hips, plunging himself inside her, finally letting go of his restraint. She had requested to be fucked and he would deliver.
Lifting her legs on either side of his thighs Ray thrust into her pussy with complete abandon. He felt himself hitting the top of her channel with every stroke, pounding her further into the cargo space. Her breathing was wild and erratic and he could sense her getting close to the edge.
“Oh God, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Mindy was hissing through her teeth as her pussy erupted with spasms, squeezing around his cock. Her legs were shaking as she threw her arms up over her head, covering her face with her hands.
But Ray wasn’t letting up just yet. He needed to fully deliver on Mindy’s request to be fucked. He drilled her right through her climax, enjoying the sight of her trembling body.
“Roll over,” he instructed her, his voice low and gruff, “Hands and knees.”
Mindy moved immediately. This was a much better position for him. Ray was able to straighten up his previously crouched knees and slip right back inside her wet, waiting pussy with ease. She had a gorgeous, round ass that he gripped with both hands as he plowed into her. Her back arched beautifully and her head pulled back as she moaned. He felt the truck shaking with the force of his thrusts, feeling rather smug about it.
This was finally exactly what she’s been waiting for! The orgasm that Ray delivered was perfection and the way he was nailing her from behind was bound to trigger another one any moment. She felt her knees rubbing against the carpeted trunk with his every thrust and she loved the thought that it may leave marks.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She chanted her approval of the way he fucked her.
The feel of his fingers digging into the flesh on her ass felt like it would leave bruises and she absolutely hoped it would. She needed it hard and fast, just like this.
“This is what you needed?” He growled from behind.
“Oh God, yes!” She confirmed over her shoulder.
He reached around her, his fingers slipping in against her clit. Her knees trembled, anticipating another orgasm to erupt and Ray didn’t disappoint. The pinch was unexpected, but it pushed her over the edge, spreading heat all over her body.
“Oh fuck, Ray, you’re fucking brilliant!” She called out to him.
“Hold still, sweetheart,” he growled, smacking her ass hard as he slammed into her.
Mindy closed her eyes, savoring the sting of the smack and the way he pushed into her, full tilt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her as he came. She hasn’t had a fucking this good in ages!
Ray pulled away. She heard him walk a few steps off to toss the condom in the can and she let herself relax, sitting back down on the edge of her trunk. As he walked back towards her, she turned to her guitar bag and pulled out a Sharpie from the pocket.
When Ray was within her reach, she grabbed him by the wrist, pulling his arm closer. His forearm was covered in an intricate black and gray tattoo of a circuit board. His eyebrows came together in confusion at what Mindy was doing. She dropped his arm and grabbed the other, which was free of ink. She uncapped the Sharpie with her teeth and scribbled down her number across his forearm.
“I need to see you again,” she told him.
Ray chuckled, looking at his newly acquired ink.
“I could have just put it right into my phone, you know,” he told her. He grasped her face in both of his hands and kissed her deeply. “I will definitely call you, don’t even doubt it for a second.”
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