But I love playing live, so it's all worth it.
Antonia comes to most of my gigs unless she has to work too early the next day. Last night was great. I finished my set and grabbed a Guiness (which is not great for my voice, but I love 'em). I went to the bathroom and Antonia was kidding and tried to follow me in. At least I thought she was kidding.
She came into the stall with me and lifted her skirt, putting my hands between her legs. She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt and was soaking wet. We kissed deeply as I thrust my finger in and out of her, we hadn't had sex in about a week at this point and I felt like a starving man that just sat down to a free dinner at Red Lobster.
She frantically pulled my cock out of the fly of my jeans and turned around with her hands on the wall and one foot up on the toilet. I put my hands on her hips and slipped my cock into her and starting fucking her. Someone came into the bathroom but neither one of us cared at that point. I'm not sure if the person could tell that someone was fucking two feet from them or not. How's that for class?
The person in the next stall finished and left and Antonia moved her hips so I came out of her pussy. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth, sucking it all the way in. Maybe thirty seconds later I exploded in her mouth and felt like I was going to pass out. I had to sit on the toilet to steady myself.
Antonia smiled at me, fixed her skirt and her hair quickly and smiled "see you out there!" She quickly vanished from the bathroom and back into the pub.
Me? I went back to my set and tried to concentrate on singing a James Taylor song with her smiling at me 10 feet away...