After the Show, When the Lights Go Out
Copyright© 2026 by Marissa Bloodworth
Chapter 1: The Intimacy of a Bartender
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Intimacy of a Bartender - Based on the memoirs of a touring bass player, this intimate look into a musician's road escapades is full of erotic, blissful release while showing the uncomfortable nature of a young man's early sexual experiences.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Foot Fetish Size
The door swung open as Leigh entered her Newport News, Virginia apartment, bidding the young G’wayne to follow. The bassist had never toured before, and was unsure what would happen as he strode across the threshold of the bartenders door. Leigh turned, looking at G’wayne with a smile as she backed down the hall removing her black leather biker jacket, “Make yourself at home.”
Tossing her jacket on a chair in the living room, she kicked off her sneakers and slid them to the side, out of the middle of the hallway, when she stopped and turned toward the kitchen asking, “You want a beer? Something stronger?” G’wayne looked around the apartment, checking out the surroundings that were decorated with framed posters and pictures, a couch and chair against the back wall, a coffee table in front of the couch, and a TV in the corner. He turned his head towards the well built, large breasted beauty with long, curly, black hair and answered, “A beer and a shot of tequila would be good ... if it’s not too much trouble.”
Smiling and trying not to show how nervous he was in his second real encounter with a woman, G’wayne remembered his upbringing, and his father’s words about showing respect.
“When you talk, be honest without using stupid tropes like dumb pickup lines or crude jokes to impress.”
After all, the bands roadie tried to woo her at the club with the cheesiest lines of bullshit. Yet, you came home with her by simply talking and caring about her night of dealing with drunks and irate customers. As the thoughts subsided, Leigh entered the living room carrying a shot glass of tequila and a beer, handing them over to G’wayne who took them with a large grin. “No trouble at all”, Leigh smirked as she answered his query from before.
“I know you guys don’t get a chance to eat much during the night. Are you hungry? I could make you a sandwich or something”, she said as she stared into G’wayne’s eyes with her soothing brown ones, giving a friendly look of questioning. G’wayne was sucked into her beautiful gaze for a moment before snapping back to the question she asked.
“A sandwich would be awesome”, he replied as he could feel his belly growl from not eating during the long night on the hot, brightly lit stage. With a wink and a nod, Leigh said, “Cool. Just sit and relax. I’ll be back in a minute.” Leigh took off towards the kitchen once more as G’wayne downed the tequila shot and moved towards the couch, placing the empty shot glass on the coffee table. He sat, slowly squishing into the cushions as he relaxed and had a swig of his beer as a chaser. A few moments later, Leigh appeared from the kitchen carrying a plate with a ham and cheese sandwich and chips on it. With the sweetest and yet most devilish grin, she said, “Eat up. You’re gonna need your strength.”
G’wayne smiled trying not to show his excitement, nor the fear of beginner inadequacy, which he was holding down. No longer a virgin, yet not experienced, the eighteen-year old wasn’t sure if he knew enough to satisfy the more mature, twenty-five year old beauty that he was lucky enough to escort home. But, he was determined to do whatever it took to make her moan with pleasure, smile for the rest of the month, and insure she would never forget him. After three bites of the thick meaty ham and cheese, Leigh excused herself to the bathroom and informed G’wayne, “Finish up and I’ll be right back.” She stood and walked down the hallway, entering and closing the door of the bathroom at the end.
G’wayne finished his meal and looked around for Leigh, who was still in the bathroom, before grabbing the plate and taking it to the kitchen. He knocked the crumbs into the trash and rinsed the plate before setting it on the kitchen table and returning to the living room. As he stepped into the middle of the room, Leigh came around the corner wearing a short, shear bathrobe with nothing on underneath. Her large, cantaloup size, firm and perky tits bulged forward beckoning him to play, while her tight areolas showed her arousal and her fully erect nipples pointed towards him like choosing fingers picking their prize. G’wayne’s mouth started to open as she put her right index finger to his lips and produced a soft “shhhh”, taking his hand and pulling him to her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he slinked his right hand around her waist and eased his left hand up to her right cheek, brushing her hair back behind her ear.
He leaned in slowly as she followed suit, meeting in the middle as their lips locked together in a soft and tender but powerfully hypnotic kiss. Her eyes closed as he eased his tongue into her mouth and slowly began to caress hers with a rhythmic flip from one side to the other, showing a taste of what he could do to her. His eyes eased shut as Leigh lightly moaned and pressed her face harder against his, feeling her pussy moisten with each flip of G’wayne’s talented tongue. Leigh eased back slowly, taking G’wayne’s hand and walking him down the hallway to the bedroom on the left, showing a bit of her own skills by swaying her hips from side to side. G’wayne’s cock began to grow large in his pants as he watched her bare ass-cheeks jiggle back and forth, imagining what it would look like riding him.
As the two entered the bedroom, Leigh turned to G’wayne and positioned him toward the bed, making sure that he would land on his back before pushing him lightly and watching him fall backward. She climbed on top of him sensually, grabbing his shirt and lifting it over his face like a mask, which left G’wayne wondering what her next move would be. He got his answer immediately as he felt her hands unbuckling his belt with slow but deliberate movements. His cock was already stiff and rubbing against his pants as he felt the belt loosen and the button of his jeans begin to unhook. A zip was all it took for his cock to jut forward, held only by the cloth of his undies but free from the tight confines of denim, and ready to explore the reaches of Leigh’s imagination. He felt her hands run down his body while she stood and grasped the legs of his jeans, pulling them off quickly in one motion.
G’wayne’s cock was so hard, throbbing in his briefs, when her hand eased between his legs and wrapped her fingers around it through the fabric, giving an agreeable moan of approval. Her hands tenderly gripped the waistband of his tented textile, removing them slowly so she could watch the monster burst out with vigorous determination. G’wayne’s seven inches thrust forward like a beast, bouncing and throbbing with excitement as a sigh of relief came from under the shirt mask. Leigh leaned down and spread G’wayne’s legs as she slowly and lightly touched his balls, feeling the tightness of his cum filled sack that was ready to explode.
Leigh’s moist lips kissed G’wayne’s shaft before her tongue took over to explore the full length of his thick cock, and a hand continued to lightly caress his coin purse. G’wayne could almost feel her smile as a pleasure filled moan emerged from the fabric. Her saliva was flowing, making his cock slick as she took him into her mouth and slowly began to go up and down, taking him further and deeper with each stroke. Through a moan of extreme pleasure, G’wayne couldn’t stop the words from leaving his mouth, “Oh my fucking God.”