After the Show, When the Lights Go Out
Copyright© 2026 by Marissa Bloodworth
Chapter 4: Love Inside Glass, Two Artists Entwined
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Love Inside Glass, Two Artists Entwined - 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 Mult Consensual Heterosexual Shemale True Story Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting BBW Big Breasts Foot Fetish Public Sex Size
Love Inside Glass, Two Artists Entwined
Back in Virginia once more, in a new city, as their music pumped through the air of a fresh, unplayed club. The sweat glistened as it always had when the musicians performed under the hot and luminous, spectral colors. When G’wayne sang, he poured his heart and soul into the words, forcing his emotions to the surface while hoping to inspire those feelings in others. His eyes shifted down, to the edge of the stage, when he saw the black, teased hair framing the face of the goddess with the finest body and nicest ass he’d laid his eyes on. She smiled up at him, flashing her beautiful brown eyes as she placed a folded bar napkin at the feet of G’wayne’s microphone stand. He returned her smile with his own as his eyes gleamed with interest and sent a look of passion towards the hottie. Her energy sent a surge of adrenaline into G’wayne’s soul and brought out the best in his performance, hitting the high vocal notes with precision and running his bass in perfect timing with the drum beat. The show was electrifying to both the crowd and the band, who felt the rush of the night’s last set flow through them as well, taking their talents to another level.
When the final set was over, G’wayne leaned to the base of his mic stand and picked up the folded napkin before looking towards the crowd to lock eyes with the beauty he had been admiring. Her smile sent an erotic flash to his groin where he felt the monster begin to wake from its slumber as the relaxation from the finale of the evening washed over him. G’wayne looked down and slowly opened the napkin on which, written in black ink, was printed, “I’m Brenda”, along with a very detailed and professionally drawn picture of a man and woman engaged in lust-filled fucking. The drawing showed a woman with her large breasts exposed and bearing a look of ecstasy, spread wide with the man, who looked a lot like G’wayne, standing behind her with his cock inserted and his head leaned forward, kissing her neck. G’wayne was impressed with the artistic skill of the woman, whom he guessed was around twenty-two or twenty-three, showing his admiration by looking at Brenda with a large grin. When she stared at him, her smiling mouth opened while her tongue eased forward and began to lick her plump lips seductively, sending him the signal of her intentions. G’wayne’s cock began to stir with each swipe of her tongue across those red, plump, and suckable lips, and he knew he had to learn more about the gorgeous brunette with the artistic talent for pornography. He was smitten with curiosity and lust when she continued her tongue swirl, giving him a little wink of assurance and shaking her upper torso so that her tits swayed and bounced. G’wayne stared for a moment, filled with desire, before snapping back to reality, pointing at his bass and holding his finger up, signaling to her that he would be right back.
After putting his bass away, G’wayne made his way to the front of the stage, stepping towards the brunette beauty while carrying the napkin that she had left on the stage. As he approached, her eyes grew more wanting and the eroticism grew within her, showing in her smile. He gawped as he drifted into her enchanting eyes as he spoke, saying, “So, you’re Brenda. I’m G’wayne.” Brenda’s smile grew wider, eyeing him up and down with the same lustful look he was holding on her, when she replied, “I know. Y’all are good. That was a hell of a show.” With a, “Thank you” from G’wayne, she continued, “I saw you on stage and had to draw you. I like art, if you didn’t know.” She let out a small chuckle as G’wayne grinned with a nod, stared into her eyes as if captivated, and replied, “Yeah, I can see that. You have great eyes ... well, also a great eye for detail. The fact that you put such passion into a drawing you did on a bar napkin, it’s impressive.” He opened the napkin and looked at the lines of ink, shading and shadowing the figures in the illustration, before looking to Brenda’s gorgeous gaze once more. Her eyes dropped to the napkin momentarily, then drifted back up to meet his, “You heading back to your hotel now?” She leaned towards him, never wavering in her titillating stare, “Sharing a room with the band?” With a devious little grin, G’wayne responded, “No. This time, we have our own rooms. It’s nice.” Brenda inched closer and rubbed against G’wayne’s chest as she asked, “Which hotel are you staying at?” G’wayne slowly eased forward towards her ear, “The big one, up the road ... on the right.” Brenda smiled and asked, “The one with the glass elevator?” G’wayne nodded in affirmation, never moving his gaze, when she continued, “That’s a nice place. Can I give you a ride?” Without hesitation, and unable to stop the words from leaving his lips, G’wayne replied, “I’d love for you to ride m ... um ... yeah, I’d like that.” His blunder of words made him nearly blush, forcing Brenda to let out a small giggle as her expression turned sensual again, “Are you ready to come ... with me? Or do you need a minute?” G’wayne shook his head in answer, cracking a desiring smile and showing the carnal thoughts through the gleam in his eyes, “I’m ready to go.” Brenda grabbed his jacket lapel, pulling him with her towards the exit as the band looked up from the attention they were giving their own ladies, smiling and nodding at G’wayne, who returned the nod with a large grin as he strolled towards the door.
Stepping through the automatic sliding door of the hotel, Brenda and G’wayne shifted their eyes to the left, noticing the check-in desk was empty. The clerk, who was in the office behind the front desk, looked up from reading and gave a nod of welcome before returning to his book once more. The foyer of the hotel was a dim golden glow from the few lights that illuminated in the late hour, showing that most people were asleep and wouldn’t need assistance until later in the morning. Looking up, Brenda could see the individual floors above, layered like a cake and railed with ornate swirls of wood and steel. G’wayne escorted Brenda to the large, glass-walled elevator which maneuvered up and down in a glass shaft on the back wall. Walking around to the back of the shaft, G’wayne tapped the up arrow and waited for the clear box to make its way from the third floor to the ground level while Brenda began to rub against him, her hand brushing his crotch to make his cock wake and grow. The ding and the opening door stopped Brenda’s rubbing as she grabbed G’wayne by the hand and pulled him into the transparent lift. When he pressed the fifth floor button, G’wayne turned to see Brenda leaning against the back wall of the elevator, reaching under her dress to remove her panties with a devious smile and lust in her eyes. G’wayne’s curiosity showed on his face as Brenda’s soft voice said, “I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.” He looked through the clear walls of the box with an expression of apprehension as she continued, “Everyone’s probably asleep. Nobody’s gonna know.” Her smile widened as she flashed an arched eyebrow, “Besides ... don’t you want to have a story of fucking in a glass elevator?” Her cute wink sent a surge of eroticism through G’wayne’s cock, and her idea was cemented in his mind as she leaned on the shallow handrail, lifted her left leg to rest her foot on it and pulled her dress up, exposing her trimmed, black-haired bush for G’wayne’s full viewing pleasure. G’wayne inched forward as the elevator stopped and the door opened, showing no one in the hallway nor stirring on any floor. Brenda’s hand reached out and unbuckled G’wayne’s belt before unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper. Pulling his pants down slightly, she removed his cock from his pants with a smile and a very silent moan of approval, noticing his size and that he was already getting hard. She put her left hand to her mouth and gathered some spit, rubbing the lubrication onto her ready, willing and wanting pussy before looking into G’wayne’s eyes and whispering, “Come and get it, big boy.” Without hesitation or thinking about the consequences, G’wayne stepped forward and began to kiss Brenda deeply and lovingly while sliding his cock to her pussy lips, which were aching to kiss his thick, hard friend. As he slid inside her, she grasped the back of his head hard and passionately while driving her tongue down his throat with such force that he thought he might choke. He began to slowly pump her pussy, driving harder and harder with each push, while swirling his tongue around hers, making her pussy more and more wet with each twist and flick. He lifted her legs and held them in the air with her back against the glass, pushing all of his length inside her moist and throbbing cunt as he pumped harder and faster. Her grip on his head became stronger, forcing their lips tighter to keep her from moaning or screaming, informing everyone what was happening in the glass enclosure. With her breathing becoming heavier and more erratic, G’wayne could tell she was about to cum when her eyes forcefully closed, and her left arm wrapped his body with a solid grip, pulling him to her in a tight hug. A small, subdued squeak came from her throat as her pussy pulsated and sucked G’wayne’s cock with every spasm. Her eruption flowed through her body, and she began to shake while G’wayne held onto her, trying not to drop her as she contracted through her ecstasy. As she calmed, G’wayne lowered her legs to the ground so she could get her footing while holding her so she wouldn’t collapse. Brenda released her hold on his head and, with the most lust filled expression, looked him in the eyes, saying, “Holy shit, I’m gonna make you fucking explode. Which room is yours? Take me there and fuck me again, you loveable beast.” G’wayne smiled with the most sincere sensuality in his eyes as he slid his cock back into his undies, grabbed her hand, and led her out of the elevator to his room down the hall, not stopping to re-button his jeans