EroticReverie

Sebastian Ambrose...Two Weeks Later

I'm backstage with Summer at a radio show concert. A few times a year this radio statios has all the biggest artists together to perform on stage for a few songs. I'm introduced to a few artists that Summer knows , some of them I've heard of and some of them I have not. Word is out that Summer and I are officially together, so I don't bother trying to keep my hands off her. I hold her close, wrap my arms around her, kiss her when I want to, flirt with her when I want to, and it feels good. 

Since she's one of the bigger names, if not the biggest, she's last on the lineup, but she's there all day long watching her other peers, and making sure to support the other artists. And I'm right there beside her. And it makes me smile, to watch her with others, to see I'm not the only person that absolutely adores her. She has the sweetest presence and it kills me that every person on earth isn't kind to her. It kills me that people are still trash talking her on the internet and social media. Theories and specualtions still run rampant from her "fans" and my "fans", as well as people who probably arent fans of either of us, but feel the needs to put in their two cents regardless. It's fucked up how everyone judges peope they dont know, how they such fucked up hateful shit about a girl that would probably still give them the shirt off her back, because that's just who she is. She's too good, for me, for them, for everyone, for the entire fucking world. A world this shitty doesnt deserve someone as good as Summer in it. 

About an hour before she goes on, we go to her dressing room, where I watch someone do her hair, while another does her makeup, sitting and just watching as they primp and fuss over her. I watch her manager Rory and publicist Savannah give her tips, remind her of the radio stations catch phrase, what city we're in, all common reminders to use while on stage. Because, i've definitely greeted a show by the wrong city name before, shit is embarrassing that's for sure. 

I watch the man doing her makeup cover a faint hickey on her cleavage and can't help but smirk when she blushes and looks at me in the mirror. I give her a wink, making her blush even more and look down with a big smile that she tries to bite back by pinching her lips between her teeth and giggling. 

A woman unzips a bag on a small rack and pulls out a hanger with what is apparently her outfit. I see the pink rhinestones , or crystals or whatever the fuck it is bedazzling the corset top and tiny little shorts. My dick twitches. Fuck. She's going to look so fucking hot in that. I shift in my seat and try not to picture her legs in those tiny fucking shorts, or the way her ass is most likely going to peek out of the bottom of those shorts. 

There's a pair of high heeled boots with the same pink sparkling shit all over it. God, I want to make love to her in just those boots. 

They've put cotton candy pink extensions in her blonde hair, and some of the strands ever look like glitter, and it's done up into two sleek long ponytails that rest high on her head. I watch the hair dresser put tiny little rhinestone cuff barettes around the base of each ponytail, that match the outfit and boots. My dick is so fucking hard I wont be able to stand when they're done. The makeup artist finishes the last touches , and looks her over, adding a touch of more gloss to her lips that are cotton candy pink, just like her blushed cheeks, and the bit of pink on her nose. Her eyelids sparkle with a slightly darker pink glitter , and a little bit also sparkles off her cheek bones. I loved bare faced Summer, I loved waking up to her with sleep lines on her face and her hair a mess, but I would also never tire of seeing her as "Summer Skye, America's pop princess". All dolled up and made up, reminding me of the pictures I constantly stroked my dick to through the years. 

The makeup artist and hair dresser start packing up as she starts to get dressed. It's so strange, but I know it's normal, for her to be getting undressed and then redressed with strangers in the room. By now they werent strangers, they were her team she took everywhere, but to me , they were still strangers, and the cave man in me wanted to banish them from the room so they couldnt see her nearly naked. But I wasnt about to embarrass her, or myself. 

My eyes don't leave her , as she strips down to just a bra and the plain white cotton panties she put on this morning before we left the hotel. 

I watch as her assistant helps her into two different pairs of tights , one that makes her legs shine. Capezio she told me once when I asked her why all singers who wear dressed or little outfits, seem to have the same shiny tights. Apparently they were the go to brand for her another women to wear to smooth out their legs, and hide any flaws. Summer didnt have any fucking flaws, not a single fucking one. 

I watch her and the assistant both pull up the next pair, which is a pair of light pink fishnets with large diamond gaps, and you guessed, more pink rhinestones. My dick can't fucking handle this. This is porn for me. 

Then comes the little shorts. I exhale hard as they get them up over her ass, and she lifts her eyes to me. My eyes going to hers. She raises a brow with a little smile. 

"you good baby?" She asks, teasing me, a few heads turning to me as she speaks to me. I see her makeup artist smile to himself , her assistant helping to zip up the shorts in the back laughs a little. 

"yup." I say and she winks at me. God, how is this my life? How is Summer Skye the woman I'm dating? How is every fucking dream Ive ever had in my entire life, coming true? 

"now the top, do you want a strapless under it?" The assistant asks.

"I've got one, but it might show a little up on top in the back" She says. 

Summer shakes her head. "Just some pasties i think?" she says and the assistant nods. 

I watch Summer unhook her plain white bra and then hold her arm over her breasts while the assistant opens a little package of nude colored almost flower shaped pasties. My eyes are on Summer, and I briefly look around the room, but everyone is doing their own thing, the makeup artist and hair stylist chatting as the keep packing up. Her Mananger Rory, scrolling and tapping away on her phone. Her publicist in the corner of the room with a finger to one ear, phone held to the other as she talks and shakes her head to whoever she talking to. They act as if the most gorgeous girl in the world, isnt standing there topless, with her ass sparkling in those hot as fuck high waisted short shorts. 

The assistant peels one of the backings off, and I bite my tongue as Summer holds her breast from the top as the assistant smooths it over her nipple. It's not sexual, clearly. She's probably put pasties on my girls tits a hundred times. But I cant lie, seeing another woman touch Summer's tits, has my brain throwing all sorts of inappropiate thoughts around. But no, I wouldnt even want another woman fucking her. However, my brain is still trying to picture her assistant grabbing those tits and sucking them just the way I do. I shake my head and sigh and Summer looks up again and cocks her head. 

I just look at her as the assistant smooths the other on then disposes of the little slips of backing into the trash and then grabs the corset top from the rack. Summer smirks at me, and puts her hands on her hips, standing there, topless, with her perfect fucking nipples hidden from me. I adjust my dick so she knows what the fuck this is doing to me, and she bites her lip and winks again. My nostrils flare and then her arms lift as her assistant turns and starts to wrap the corset around her. 

Summer holds it to her chest as her assistant Megan starts to lace up the back. 

I can barely fucking remember to breathe as I watch her assistant/stylist start to tighten the corset. Her tits press tighter and tighter, her soft fucking tits, bulge out of the top, creating the best fucking cleavage the world will ever see. 

I watch as Summer grabs the small vanity to brace herself, her back to me as the assistant really starts yanking on the corset, I watch the back of it cinch tighter and tighter until the two sides are touching and then she's still tightening and adjusting , and I watch in the mirrors reflection as Summer's cleavage bounces with each jerky movement of being tied into that corset. 

"is that good, can you breathe?" Megan asks her. 

"oh, im supposed to be able to breathe?" Summer jokes and her assistant laughs and pats her hip and then ties the pink laces in the back.

I watch Summer do a few twists and they both watch in the mirror, and I realizes they're testing for any slips or to see if she'll expose herself in it. Even if she has pasties on, the internet would fucking flood with pictures of her half exposed breast with a missing nipple. Pastie covered Summer Sky tits, would be just as good click bait as any. I watch her jump a few times, and bounce and I swear, to , fucking, god. I'm going to cum if she bounces one more fucking time. 

"we're good" Summer declares and then her assistant kneels and they start to slip on her boots as her makeup artist comes back, dusts a bit more powder here and there, blots her with some kind of paper on her forehead and sides of her nose and chin and dusts more power on them, it looks the same to me as it did before he did it, but he nods as if he sees the difference. Which I'm sure HE does. 

The hairstylist gives her long ponytails another run through with some fancy brush, spritzes them with the same shit she already put on them fifteen minutes ago, and then smooths a tiny unseen stray hair, and then grabs another can and sprays more on the spot and runs her finger over it and nods in the same way Michael the make up artist had. 

"Fifteen minutes or so." Rory her manager announces. "a hold up with the previous act." 

"everything okay?" Summer asks and Rory just nods and then answers a call. 

Her second boot is zipped and she does a few laps around the room, and a few stretches. A woman knocks and then comes in, wearing a head set and holding a clipboard. She tells up the same thing Rory did, except she adds another five minutes. Summer just smiles and nods.

"I'm ready whenever." She says and the woman smiles and nods, and talks into the headset letting whoever is listening know that she's ready to go and then leaves the room. 

"See you out there" Michael her makeup artist, gives her air kisses, Summer does the same both of them smooching the air on one side of each others face and then the other. 

"You look hot as hell." Tricia her hair stylist says as she takes one more look at her hair from all angles. 

"Only because I have you all make me look hot." Summer says and Tricia smiles and then grabs her bags and heads out with Michael. 

Rory her manager, and Savannah her publicist both go take their  calls out in the hall and then her assistant smiles knowingly at her then at me. 

"Dont fuck up her makeup or her hair. OR her outfit. Got it?" Megan says and I laugh slightly. I nod. 

"Got it." I say and she laughs and shakes her head and looks at Summer. 

"I'll be out there." She says and Summer nods with a smile. Then I watch her assistant do us the favor of locking the door before pulling it shut behind her. 

Summer exhales and then looks at me as she stands in the middle of the room. 

"Legs." I groan. She smiles and walks over to me and I reach out for her, taking her waist, my hands slipping over the corset and the little bumps of all the sparkly rhinestones and I graon as she lifts one knee, then the other and sits on me straddling me.

"How do I look?" She asks she settles on my lap.

"Like a sparkly cock tease." I say and she laughs. Her tits jiggling in the top of the corest as she does. And I groan. 

"How much trouble would you get in, if you just didnt go out there, and stayed in here with me and let me fuck you in these boots." I say and she laughs but then moans slightly and rocks herself on my lap and I exhale, gripping her waist tighter.

"You like the boots?" she asks with a slightly purr. 

"i fuckin love 'em" I groan and she laughs slightly. 

"You can fuck me in them later Sebastian" she says and rocks harder against my lap and I growl and my head goes back and I close my eyes as I curse.

"not right now?" I ask and she laughs as I lift my head and look at her. 

"no baby, not right now" she smiles and then takes my face in her hands. 

The door handle turns and then turns again and then theres a knock.

"Alright, they're ready! Cmon Summer!" Rory's voice comes through the door. Her hand still trying to turn the door knob thats clearly locked.

"Coming!" Summer yells so she can hear and I groan.

"That's not twenty minutes." I grumble. 

Summer laughs and pushes up off my lap and grabs my hands. 

"I'm so fucking hard Summer. I can't stand right now or go out there like this." I say and she laughs, still pulling my hands. 

"Tuck it under your belt Ambrose." She says and I groan and stand and she giggles as I ajust myself as Rory knocks harder and yells Summer's name. 

"Coming!" Summer calls again and pulls me with her to the door and unlocks it. Rory's face is disapproving as she takes in Summer but then notices she's untouched, and that everything is in place, even her pink fucking lips that match her outfit and shine with gloss that I want to add to with the precum leaking from the tip of my cock. 

I look to Megan who smiles and nods, when she also notices not a hair is out of place, not a bit of lipstick is smudged and her outfit is perfectly in place. No lace undone, no zipper unzipped. 

Then the woman with the headset is down the hall waving to us, rolling her arm gesturing for us to come along and we all follow her. 

The noise of the crowd hums outside and it's near deafening as they chant Summer's name. We walk from the building backstage, to the actual backstage, fans screaming behind barricades as Security stands there guarding from each end. Cameras flash, and fans cry and scream for her, waving pictures and t shirts they want her to sign. 

Summer waves with one hand, holding mine still in the other. 

"Do we have time for a few signatures?" Summer asks.

"No." Rory says.

"A few." Savannah her publicist says. 

Summer goes with Savannah's answers and drops my hand and grabs a sharpie already in Svannah's hand and Rory rolls her eyes with a sigh, even though she knows it's always good to for Summer to interact with the fans. 

I stand there with them as Summer's security detail also joins the event security near the barricades. I watch as several hands reach out just to graze her hand or arm. I watch Summer quickly sign a few pictures, and turn her back and pose , leaning back, to get a selfie with them as well. 

I watch her make sure to sign all the younger kids things that are near the barricade. 

I watch her play with the hair of a little girl, who is dressed just like her from one of her older music videos. She's got space buns and little pink poms poms in her hair, wearing a dress thats clearly homemade but inspired by the short tight pink dress Summer wore in the video, except hers is longer and looser, and age appropriate. Summer squats down and takes a selfie with her, and then kisses her cheek and I can see the hot baby pink kismark on the girls cheek from here. The girl is full on sobbing and Summer stands and leans down and hugs her over the barricade. 

"Summer, we gotta go!" The woman with the headset says.

"She'd sign every last autograph if you let her. " Megan says and I don't look at her but I nod. 

"I know she would." I say. And that's why I love her. Not for her sparkly ass, or those long ponytails I plan on wrapping around my fists, or her gorgeous cleavage or those fucking legs of hers. I love her for what I can't see at all, her heart. Yet, I do see it. With all that she does for others, her generous donations and charities, her love for her fans, even when they don't love her in the same loyal way she loves them. She's a fucking angel. A hot, pink, sparkly little fucking angel with a smile I would kill a man for as she scampers over to us, waving in front of her to the other side of the stage to fans behind the other barricade, while also waving and turning her head back to others. Shes glowing. She's made for this. She's fucking good at it. Because shes just, genuinely, a good fucking person. She deserves everything she has. She deserves more, so much more. 

"Just a few more! Real quick!" She says to the woman with the headset and runs off to the other side of back stage area where fans are screaming their heads off as she runs to them.

Megan laughs beside me and I smile. Because Megan gets it. My girl is a saint. She's as proud to be her assistant as I am to be her boyfriend.

"I love that girl." Megan says. 

"Yeah. Impossible not to." I say and she nods. 

She signs about a dozen more things and takes a dozen more selfies. All with the youngest kids that are there, and a few older fans her age. She thanks them all, apologizing when she's called again, this time by Rory, and she blows them kisses as she walks back to us, beaming, her white teeth on full display as she smiles at them. It's not forced, not fake, not an act. She adores them all. Each and every single one. 

She puts her hand back into mine with a big smile on her face an I just stare at her in awe.

"You're amazing." I tell her and she scrunches her nose.

"Thanks baby" she says. "You're amazing too." She says and pushes up on her toes and I lean down, giving her a quick kiss on her lips. The fans flashes go off and the aww and squeal and I dont care, neither does she, we just stare at each other. 

"Hey Summer?." I say as I put my forhead to hers. She smiles and nods. 

"Yeah Ambrose?" she asks. 

"I love you." I whisper.

"Love you too" she says and kisses me again.