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large, firm breasts, which seemed very cramped in their tight shirt. “Looking better and better!” he said to himself. But he really had to get backstage. How to escape this situation, which was far from unpleasant? “What man would be stupid enough not to jump at the opportunity?” he thought with conviction, to ease his conscience.
    As for the girl, apparently she had already “thought it over” and was going for a very specific goal. Having finally succeeded in pulling down his very tight jeans, she seemed to want to tame his cock, now free and unencumbered, with mischievous little flicks of the tongue. Julian moaned. The guys could get along okay without him, he thought, and his conviction was confirmed beyond the point of no return when the greedy little mouth swallowed him whole, licking him with a very wet tongue, letting warm soft saliva trail down the full length of his member.
    In one last gasp of lucidity, Julian groped for the hair of his benefactress, to smell it, get an image of her, even just a sketch. But she was wearing a big cap—a kind of beret. Maybe her hair was very short, or very long and tucked up under the cap? Whatever the case she knew what she was doing! And she really seemed to want to torment him. After a few minutes his cock was streaming, and the girl’s hand took over. With her light fingers she delicately massaged his testicles, separating them tenderly, before squeezing them against each other in a burning embrace.
    â€œI’m sorry, Julian, but I can’t wait any more,” she murmured.
    â€œThat’s … that’s okay, really. But why are you hiding like this?”
    â€œI’ll explain one day.”
    She concluded by taking him between her lips again, right into her throat. He felt himself buried deeply in her, too deeply, even. He was astounded by such ardor, but was not about to complain. Especially since it was the kind of thing Janelle always refused to do for him. He thought of how strange it all was: there he was, locked in a broom closet with a perfect stranger sucking him like he had never been sucked in his life! And it was happening to
him
! Now! As if to convince him of it, the girl grew more insistent. She sucked faster and harder. Her hand went back to stroking his testicles, which felt as if they were about to burst. In a frenzied series of gliding and sucking movements, she managed with little difficulty to make the man she was pursuing explode in a powerful stream, flooding her benevolent mouth.
    Julian tried to catch his breath. He felt the stranger pull away. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her! But they would have time, later. Even before his breathing went back to normal he saw light coming in through the opening door, felt her slip by him, and realized too late that she was gone.
    The episode could not have lasted more than a few minutes—ten at most—but Julian could have sworn it was hours. Hours of intense pleasure. He remained in the dark locker for a moment to recover, asking himself if it had all been a dream. But his twisted pants and quivering cock were proof that it had been quite real. He did not know how to react. He was not about to complain that he had been used! No, his pleasure had been too great. But he knew nothing about what his benefactress looked like. “At least her body wasn’t bad!” he concluded with a smile. And most importantly, he had come with surprising intensity.
    Julian quickly pulled up his pants, ran an uncertain hand through his tousled hair, and headed backstage.
    Seeing him arrive the other musicians jeered:
    â€œWhere were you? The fans wouldn’t leave you alone?”
    â€œYou have no idea how right you are!” replied the guitarist with an enigmatic smile.
    They left the little room, and Julian sat down, opening himself a beer. He wondered when the stranger would make another appearance; he was sure she would show up any minute.