The pounding beat of the music filled the concert hall, rolling over me in waves. I sat, relaxed. My primary job was to help set up the sound system and then to help tear it down after the concert. But usually during a show, I was free to roam about or simply to sit and enjoy the music. Hard work? Yes, but I got to see some great bands perform. That day was no different. My toe tapped in time to the music that soared about me as I enjoyed the break between my duties. I was excited today. We were running sound for one of my favorite bands. I had never seen them in person and not only would I get to enjoy the concert, but I had met the members of the band through my duties.
A light tap on my shoulder caused me to jump. I turned around and spoke softly. I had no problem agreeing to go backstage to fix a small problem. Afer all, it was my job.
I stood up and told my co-workers where I was off to and I quickly slipped out of the concert hall and into the dark shadows of the backstage area. The sound of the music was muffled as I quickly worked to correct the slight problem. Satisfied that everything was ok, I stood and looked around. Curiosity overtook me and I began to stroll through the disorganized backstage area.
Props from previous plays and theatrical productions filled the area. I giggled as I passed a Kings thrown which sat next to a porcelain toilet. This place was fascinating and I continued to stroll through their discarded prop room. I laughed with delight when I rounded the corner and saw a life size tree complete with a tree-house built amongst the leaves. I gave the tree a little shake and quickly realized that it was built to be sturdy and that the tree house was usable. I decided to climb.
I sat quietly on the wood plank flooring of the tree house, my knees drawn up against my chest. The shadows of the room gave way to the torrent of thoughts that poured through my head. I closed my eyes, determined to give myself these few minutes to relax. I had my cell phone and knew that if I was needed they would text me. I closed my eyes and relaxed and drifted into a light sleep.
I sighed as he came to me in my dreams. His hands cupped my full breasts; his fingers tweaked my nipples into hardened peaks. His lips bit my neck. My body hummed with a growing fire. I could no longer control my body. My pelvis began to lightly thrust and rotate on the wood flooring of the tree house. He continued to bite my neck and assault my nipples in the most sensual of ways. I didn't offer any resistance when he pushed me back onto the hard plank flooring. He pulled my shorts from my body with a frenzy born of wild desire. He roughly spread my legs. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the apex of my womanhood. I cried out, begging him to take me. To plunder my body with his hard throbbing cock. I shrieked as he impaled himself within me. This was what I needed. I needed this wild lust filled experience to wash away the thoughts and doubts that plagued my mind. The coupling between us was filled with need, lust and passion. We both found fulfillment and before I could come to my senses he slipped away and out of my dream.
The shrill ring of my cell phone brought me to awareness. I stretched like a content cat as I read my text. I jumped up and started moving immediately. The last band, the band I really wanted to see was about ready to go onto stage.
I rejoined my friends and quickly set the stage for the last band, thinking about my delicious dream the whole time. I noticed my coworker looking at my funny but it wasn't until he made a snide joking comment about he thought looked like bite marks on my neck that I began to wonder. Had it been more than a dream? Could someone have actually been in that prop tree house with me??? My mind worked overtime. Could it have really happened? If it really happened, who was the other person?
The last band came on stage and I sat back, enjoying the chance to finally see my favorite band play live. I was so excited to have actually met them in person during set up and sound check. I grinned in anticipation. The singer motioned for the next song to begin. The music started to to softly intone while he began to make the introductions. And I KNEW!