EroticReverie

Paisleah Jane Perry

This is what I've always dreamed of. Im still high on the sound of the thousands of people at the outside venue, bodies that seemed to stretch for a mile, the sea of voices singing along, the whistling and howling of men, their clear gazes which were undressing me onstage. I did it for the music, but I also, didnt mind the attention either. Some people arent made for fame, but me? I eat it up. I loved being famous, I loved all eyes on me. I loved all ears on me. I love everything about this life. Especially, doing it all with Jameson Nash Memphis. Or "Nash" to his fans. I owed my rise to fame to him. Sure, having talent helped. But without his connections, having already had his foot in the door and making a name for himself, Im not sure I'd be here right now. No, I definitely wouldnt be here right now. 

now Jameson Nash Memphis, is NOT made for fame. He gets grumpy during interviews, scowls at females that drop their tops down for autographs on their cleavage. He doesnt go out and about, doesnt go to parties, or even live the life of a cliche music star. He's like a grandpa. In his bed the second he's off stage and showered. Letting everyone else party and do whatever they want and keeping to himself for the most part. I respected it, but also thought he must be pretty fucking bored. I was determined to get him out of his grumpy shell and make him participate tonight. Not only that, now that I was a woman....I appreciated the physical appearance of Jameson Nash Memphis a hell of lot more than I ever had when I was younger growing up. He was all fucking man. I suppose he had been for quite sometime, maybe I was a late bloomer in the horny bitch era of being a teenager. Or maybe I'd just been blind, or maybe I'd just never considered how hot he was, because I saw him so much that he was like my brother in a way. 

I'm out of my stage outfit , in just a pair of jean shorts, brown boots and a white t shirt, twisted and knotted at the side, with a blue and white long sleeved flannel over it, hanging open and loose, down past my shorts. I take the beer offered to me, because, that's the perks of being famous. Drinking age? Nope. Not real. As long as I'm not chugging them in front of cameras for people to post pictures online, I'm all good. I'm backstage with just my band, and the few artists that were the openers for me and Jameson. We're all watching, talking and singing along to the songs, that every country music fan knows by heart. Because I don't think there's one "Nash Memphis" song that people dont know. 

Over and hour later, he plays his encore and wishes the city goodnight, thanks them for coming out, thanks me, thanks the openers, and flicks his guitar pick along with a sweat soaked "Memphis" towel into the crowd. 

As always, the guys in his band join us right backstage and the big bearded mother fucker, avoids the post show party like the plague. 

I slip out of the backstage and make my way to his tour bus. Fans are baricaded and screaming further down the back lot and I give a little wave, and smile, and then pull open the door to his tour bus. 

I call out his name as I walk through the front of the bus. Then I open up the back and walk in, deciding to use the rest room quick, because I dont hear the shower and, when I open the door my eyes fly wide. I definitely should have knocked. 

All six foot seven of him is naked, his one hand on the mirror, the other wrapped around a mammoth sized fucking cock, stomach muscles clenching, his big beard is against his chest, his head hanging down and groaning as his fist pumps. But it's all breif, so brief, before his head lifts and jerks his head to the side, pausing his pleasure, his hand gripped tight around his cock. 

"shit" I say, and turn my head. 

"sorry!" I squeak and slam the door shut and clap a hand over my mouth. Then hear him curse and grumble. 

holy shit. holy fucking shit. I just saw Jameson Nash Memphis naked. Butt fucking naked, with his big dick in his big hand, groaning and grunting like a hot fucking horny lumberjack. I bite my lower lip so hard as my thighs press together. Fuck. I close my eyes, locking that image away until the end of time. Okay, yup, I definitely was blind to this man growing up. 

Do I...stay? do I leave? Do I apologize through the door some more? do I pretend I saw nothing,e ven though I caught him, red handed...er, dick handed? And then he caught me, eyes on his hard cock being strangled by his massive paw of a hand? 

The door rips open, and he's shirtless, my eyes going to his dick. Unfortunately he had the decency to put his boxers back on, but oh yeah, that thing is thick and big and I can see it tenting that fabric , and I want to set up fucking camp, real god damn bad. 

"Do you need something Paisleah?" He growls at me. 

"I uh....i uhm." I say, his hand shifts and he covers his dick. 

"Eyes up here Paisleah." He growls and my eyes rip themselves up the hard fucking wall of his abdomen and chest. He was just a thick man, all around. Thick and hard, fucking everywhere. Built like a fucking brick wall, a big giant, hot, country music crooning teddy bear. 

"I uhm" I say stammering and he cocks a brow. 

"Sorry, I...I was just coming to ask you to, uh..." I say and my eyes flick back down and I see his hand grip his dick and I whimper. I actually fucking whimper as he adjusts it. My eyes flicking back up. 

"Party, the party, I was going to ask you to come hang out with us" I say. 

"I dont party." He says. 

"I , I know, but. I was going to try to get you to anyways...and i...i swear i didnt mean to...um, see, it." I say and nod to his hand on his junk. 

"but you did." he says. 

"yep." I say and nod.  " I sure did." I nod again, and again, and then shake my head, realizing Im out of my mind right now, and losing focus, and losing playing it off like its no big deal.

"You didnt mean to ....but youre still staring." He says. My eyes lift and I nod.

"Sorry" I say. His eyes narrow slightly and he looks down my body, then back up. It's quick. But it has every fucking part of me on fucking fire. 

"I um...i'll go." I say and throw my thumb ovver my shoulder.

"Sorry, about um, seeing your...uh, everything." I say and wave at him. 

"As long as you werent trying to purposely catch me naked, it's not a big deal" He says.

I huff with a small laugh. "Saying that thing isnt a BIG deal is-" I shut my mouth. I clap my hand over my mouth and there's an amused tick of his lips. 

I drop my hand. "Im gonna go now." I say and turn and then when I get to the steps of the bus and he's looking back at me, watching me. 

I give him a little salute and his brow cocks , and then I  walk down the steps and off the bus. And hit the gravel with both feet and smack my hands to my face. 

"oh god" I mutter into my hands. 

"I just saw Jameson's dick. I saw Jameson's everything!" I squeak into my hands. 

I try to decide if Im ever going to bring it up again when I see him again, because Id be seeing a lot of him. Clothed. Of course. We were on tour together. And three shows in, I violated him with my pervert eyes, oogling his big dick like a fucking feral whore. Jesus christ. Would he tell my brother? Oh god, Would he get me kicked off the tour? Tell our label I was sexually harrassing him and peeping on him ? No. He wouldnt. And there was no Human Resources department for the road. Would he say anything about it? Were we just brushing this under the rug? Jesus, he was so fucking hot. Sweaty and all muscle and a leaning over that sink like he was seconds away from spilling. Oh god, I bet he cums a lot. I bet he cums fucking buckets with that monster. How was he not screwing groupies with that thing? Any other man with a fucking HOG of a dick would want the legend of his masterpiece of a cock to live as a legend. Okay, I know he's not that guy. But, damn. He COULD be. Though he might get sued when he breaks their vaginas and backs 

Okay focus. Forget about it Paisleah! I go back to where everyone is hanging out, still drinking, laughing, a few fans with backstage access are there, getting shit signed and hanging out with everyone. I sign a few things, take pictures and hang out. Im talking with a few of the females fans who are gushing about the fact I grew up with "Nash". I try to explain that he really grew up with my brother, and I was eleven years younger, but they dont want to hear it, or even care. They're too busy gushing over how they wish they could have grown up with him, that it's "so cute" that we're on tour together. I mean, it IS cute. 

"Will he sign our pictures?" One girls asks. 

"Oh he, doesnt usually come backstage after shows." I say, but then they squeal and their eyes light up and they dance excitedly on their toes and I turn, and blink as I see right behind me, walking into the tent, is none other than the naked country god with the big ole hammer cock. Okay, he's not naked NOW. But he was, very, very very, very, very naked  and I swear my eyes cant be trained, because they go right to his zipper, and when I look back up, his brows pinch and behind his full beard theres a twitch of his lip and a tiny shake of his head. The girls move right around me, and start to hold out their pens and pictures and he takes them and signs them, lets the women compliment him, talk about their favorite songs, he's polite , but I can tell the praise and attention makes him uncomfortable. On stage he owns it, but off stage he's so ...almost shy? No not shy. I dont even know the word for it. humble? no. Because he's grumpy. But he's Grumpy Humble. That's what it is. Grumpy Humble. 

A few minutes go by of other fans in the back, getting their signatures from "Nash" and talking with him, a few more fans are brought in, and there's a tent full of people and half an hour later, I see him walking over to me. 

I've had a few beers, and am barely tipsy, but I feel drunk as I look up at him, and stumble back a little. 

"Dont be scared, he's in his cage. He won't bite." Jamesons says and I laugh. Because I wasnt stumbling to get away, and he knows it, and he's ..making a joke. A joke about his big dick. 

"It bites?" I ask and he smirks slightly. God, he smells so good, he looks so fucking good in his black shirt, and dark blue jeans, his hat on, looking down at me like he's about to ...I dont even know, but whatever it is, Id let him fucking do it. 

"I should tell your brother that you're out here on tour trying to see me naked." He says. 

"I was not TRYING to!" I say and shove at his chest and he laughs slightly and then lifts one hand and places it to the post at the side of the tent, right above where Im standing and looks down at me still, but now his eyes are go lower, falling over my chest, down my stomach, to my shorts, to my legs, and slowly back up. 

" I should tell him that you on tour with a bunch of men, is no place to be." he says. 

I swallow. "I'm nineteen." 

"I dont care if you're forty... I dont like you being around all these men." he says. 

I lift my brow. "Why do you care?" I half laugh. 

"Because I dont like the way they fucking look at you." he whispers. 

"h-how do they look at me?" I ask. 

"The way im looking at you right now." he says quietly and I suck in a breath and my nipples pinch and tighten and I lick my lips. 

"i like how you're looking at me." I say quietly and he his nostrils flare, I see his jaw tick under this thick beard. 

"Do you now?" he asks. I nod. 

"I like how you were looking at ME." He whispers and his head drops and he brings his face to the side of mine and I whimper, feeling his bear against the side of my face and my neck as he brings his lips to my ear and the warm breath of his deep voice whispers to me. 

"I like your pretty eyes staring nice and wide at my cock." he whispers and I swear my knees wobble and I suck in a breath as he groans , quietly, but the vibration in my eardrum, sends tingles all the way down my spine and my clit throbs, and my pussy aches and I nod. 

"I liked looking" I say. 

"Oh, I know you did. Cant keep your eyes off it, can you?  Second I walked in here, where'd your eyes go?" he groans. 

"your zipper" I exhale. 

"This party sucks Paisleah....next time you break into the bathroom while Im stroking my cock to the vision of you in that sparkly little top on stage...the only reason that mouth better open is to take me in it...not to invite me to some shit backstage party." 

"fuck" I exhale. and he groans. 

I turn my head, his lips almost brushing mine and I look in his eyes.

"you were thinking of me?" I ask and he nods once.

"let's leave" I whisper. "you can make me take it more than my mouth if you want to Jameson" I say and he curses and growls, gritting his teeth. 

"yeah? Where you gonna take it Paisleah?" he groans, and his hand slides to my hips, beneatht he flannel and grabs my little loop on my shorts and tugs me forward and I whimper. 

"my pussy" I whisper and look at him and he groans. 

"what about here?" he asks, his hand sliding behidn me, over the cheek of my ass, and grab it and I lick my lips and nod. 

"anywhere you want" I exhale and he curses and brings his mouth back to my ear.

"If you weren't Clay's little sister, i'd use you the fuck up, every god damn night" he growls and I moan. 

"goodnight....behave Paisleah" he whispers, kisses my cheek, and Im left there, blinking dumbly as he walks out of the tent. My brows furrowed and I look to the side seeing Rhett, Jameson's drummer smirking and chuckling and I pout and give him the finger. I know Im flushed, I know i look prime and ready to get fucked right now because of the way Jameson just spoke to me. 

Rhett walks over with a big smirk on his face.

"fuck you Rhett" I say with a huff and he laughs. 

"He wont touch you....not really anyways....but it's fun watching him fight it. Im on team Paisleah. Go get him." He nods to the exit of the tent. 

"Youre telling me to go seduce him?" I ask. 

He laughs. "Oh, youve already done that. Go on. I'll make sure you two hav a few hours to yourselves before anyone else gets on the bus. He winks. 

"Why are you encouraging me?" I narrow my eyes. 

"Because that man needs to get laid. And you're the first thing his cock has shown interest in in the past four years." he says and I think about his ex wife, a short marriage, another country star, that cheated on him. The divorce was messy, and all over the news outlets. She'd cheated with some actor, got pregnant by him, but was trying to say it was Jameson's. 

I chew my lip and look at the exit. 

"and he aint the only one either" he says and I look to Rhett. 

"Dont be gross." I say and he laughs and looks down and hums, staring at my tits. 

"You have a WIFE..ANd two kids." I say. 

"I dont see them anywhere." he says and gestures around. 

I scowl at him. "Dont be that guy, it doesnt suit you." 

"Theres only one good man around here, and im TRYING to wing man for him, and send you to him, but the longer you stay here, teasing with those tits...has me thinkin maybe you dont really want the good guy, maybe you want the bad one " he says and winks. 

"Ew Rhett. No." I gag and shove him away from me. 

I take off out of the tent. But I go to my bus, not Jameson's. Because, he IS a good guy. Okay, he's slightly dirty and has a hot naughty talking mouth. But, he walked away from me, after I basically offered to be a god damn fuck doll for him. I offered him ALL of my holes. ALL of them I offered BUTT STUFF! And he walked away. Have I ever DONE butt stuff? No. But id have given my asshole the best of pep talks and sent up a wish and a prayer that i didnt die from his monster dick stretching it open. 

But, he , walked away. Because of my brother. I was making sure to get him a shitty gift next week when we went home for Christmas.