Musician on Tour

I’m walking back to my hotel room after an exhausting night. Man, the show was amazing. The crowd screaming up at us…the thrill of performing and the energy of being on stage…I love it all.

But of course, touring with my band has its downsides. Like ending my night in an empty hotel room, while you’re at home thousands of miles away…I’ve been doing this for four weeks now, and with another month to go. I’m becoming desperate to see you.

But for now, video calls will have to do.

I reach my room and put my key in the lock. It’s a relief to be in the quiet of my own space, where I can relax and unwind. The room is cool; a relief from the sticky, humid atmosphere under the bright stage lights. Through thin curtains, bright moonlight is seeping through, illuminating a huge king-sized bed which takes up most of the room.

I drop the heavy guitar case down onto the ground beside the bed.

I stretch and my tight muscles complain from the weight of carrying that thing around stage all night. My thoughts turn to you and your amazing shoulder rubs.

What I’d give right now to have your hands kneading away at my shoulders, neck and back…

I pick up my laptop from the end of the bed.

What time is it? It’s late, but I might just be able to catch you before you go to bed…

I feel my smile light up as your gorgeous face appears on the screen. You’re wearing an old band t-shirt of mine and your hair is in a messy bun on top of your head. God, I miss you so much…

“Hi, babe. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight.”

“Hey, you. About to go to bed?”

You yawn and stretch your hands high above your head and I notice the t-shirt tighten across your soft breasts. I feel a stir of desire as I watch you. I can see your nipples hardening very slightly underneath your t-shirt now. Mmm, I’d love nothing more than to squeeze and pinch them around in my fingers. Just the way you like.

“I was going to, but…you seem wide awake.”

You see right through me. Am I so easy to read?

“I miss you so much. It’s so lonely at home when you’re not here. I don’t know what to do with myself...”

I think I know what you’re getting at...

“Well…I could tell you what to do.”

I watch as your face changes. Your eyes widen slightly and your luscious lips part. Even through the webcam I can tell that you’re turned on.

“Would you like me to tell you what to do?”

“Mmm”

You bite your lip and nod slowly, smiling.

“Yes, please…”

“Good.”

I know you love it when I take control like this.

I move off the bed, and turn the laptop to face me, standing back so that you can see all of me. I lift my t-shirt, pausing as I pull it over my head so that you can take in my lean torso. I drop my heavy jeans to the floor, leaving on my designer boxers.

I know that you can see my erection through the fabric and you giggle in anticipation. I crawl back into bed. Hmm… what to do with you?

“Go down to the kitchen and grab some ice.”

“Ice??”

“Yes, ice. There’s a good girl.”

This is so exciting. I love how we’ve explored new ways of pleasing each other while we’re apart. I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to do with you… don’t worry. You’re about to find out.

You place a glass filled with ice on the bedside table next to you as you return to the room.

“Anything else?”

“I just need you to promise me one thing…that you won’t do anything unless I tell you to. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, before you get into bed…you won’t be needing those clothes. Take them off for me.”

You smile and I watch as your hands slowly, gracefully move to the edge of your t-shirt. Your fingers glide along the fabric and you lift it…slowly, little by little. First revealing your gorgeous, round hips; your smooth stomach, and finally your supple breasts. I hear myself groan unintentionally with desire as your t-shirt comes over your head and falls onto the floor.

“Panties next?”

“That’s right.”

Your fingers dance around the waistband of your panties and my pulse quickens. How I’d love to be there with you to take them off myself. You turn so that I can watch you slowly guide your panties over your ass as you bend over and let them drop to the floor.

I drink in the image of you bending over before me, and imagine my hands on your hips: how much I’d love to kiss every part of you in that very position. You turn around and let me see you in all your beautiful glory. You look stunning. You take your hair out of the messy bun and it tumbles down about your shoulders. You look like a goddess.

You climb on top of the sheets and place the laptop to the side so that I can see all of you. I’m so excited to tell you exactly what I’m planning for you. It’s such a turn on to make you feel good.

My erection presses against the fabric of my boxers and I rub my hand against my cock as I watch you.

“Take the ice and rub it slowly against your cheek.”

I know that it will feel amazing to feel the cold sharpness of the ice against your warm skin. My whole body trembles as you do exactly as I say.

“Now, glide the ice down and around the back of your neck.”

Your body arches and you crane your neck to the side. Your eyes slowly shut. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

“Trail it down your neck…and slowly over your collarbone. Now across your chest, just like that. Does that feel good?”

“Mmm, yeah, baby.”

I can tell by your voice that you want more. But I won’t let you have it all. Not yet. I want to build the pleasure for you, so that you savour every sensation.

“Now circle your nipples. Get them nice and hard for me..”

Your head rolls back and you move the ice to your other nipple and back again, groaning. I rub my rigid cock, watching you enjoy yourself. God, how I wish that block of ice was my tongue…

“Now, move the ice across your stomach…and down to your thighs. Rub it along the insides of your thighs, towards your pussy. Closer…closer…”

You writhe in desperation. I know you’re dying to touch yourself.

“The ice has almost melted…”

“Take what is left and rub it on your clit.”

You turn your head to search for me through the webcam. You want me to tell you to touch yourself…and I know the ice is driving you crazy.

“You can touch yourself wherever you want now...except between your legs.”

I’m so, so turned on knowing how crazy this is making you. I watch as you move your hands through your hair and over your neck and chest, bringing your fingertips to your nipples and squeezing them gently. My cock is throbbing with desire for you now.

I quickly remove my boxers and lean over to grab a bottle of lube from my bedside table. I squeeze some into my palm.

“Has the ice melted?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Now…you can touch your pussy”.

Your head turns towards the screen and you watch me as your fingers travel down to your soaking pussy. I place my hand around my hard cock. I rub it slowly, watching you as you touch yourself.

You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. There is nothing more gorgeous to me than watching you give this love to yourself. I watch as you put your fingers in your mouth, wetting them before sliding them back down to your clit. You rub two fingers around that sensitive little muscle, moving slowly at first. Then…you pick up the speed.

Your hand moves faster now as you pet your clit with tight little circular motions. Over and over again. Mm, fuck, my cock is throbbing right now. Oh, god, watching you writhe around on our bed, throwing your head back in ecstasy…

Fuck, I want you so badly. I imagine my hand is yours and think about your grip around my cock, rubbing it just the way I like…bringing me closer and closer to the edge. You know exactly how to get me off.

Your fingers move faster now and you slide them down to your pussy. Oh, god, you start to fuck yourself…sliding your fingers up inside of you and pumping them in and out. Oh, yeah…your pussy must be so fucking wet right now…

My whole body is flooded with pleasure…I really, really want to see you cum for me.

“Just like that… do what makes you feel good, baby.”

Your hips thrust up against your hand. Your moans are becoming more desperate, and you claw at your breasts and hair with your free hand as your writhe against the bed.

“Just like that, baby. Keep doing what you’re doing. Make yourself cum for me.”

I can’t get enough of your moans and I feel myself getting close. I won’t be able to hold out for much longer. I love to listen to you cry out as you finger yourself. God, it makes me want to fuck you so badly. My hands work my cock furiously, watching your fingers work your clit and pussy.

“Faster baby, faster. Keep going until you come… ”

“Oh…yeah! Oh, baby…I don’t want to stop...I’m close, I’m close!”

“Do it, baby, keep going. Keep going until you cum...”

Oh, my God!

You look at me through the webcam and smile, totally satisfied. I watch as you slip beneath the blankets of our bed and rearrange the laptop beside you. I mirror you and climb into my respective bed. For a moment, we both look at each other, smiling to ourselves. I don’t think I’ll ever look at ice cubes the same way again.