Stilettos & Stratocasters

Her moans increased in volume as his pants increased in rate. The bed creaking faster and faster as it had been for the past few minutes.

His name heard being called somewhere in those long moans,

"Oh Danny", as her name was muffled between pants, "Candy".

His cock throbbing inside her moist pussy, one hand on her breast, teasing the nipple, and using his tongue to tease the other, the second hand gripping the back of her hair, her arm around his neck, with her second hand gripping his back, piercing his skin with her fake nails, her legs wrapped around in waist, the two in a typical missionary position.

They were in a world of pleasure…

The proceedings continued for another few minutes, and before too long were promptly interrupted by a series of knocks on the door to the hotel room.

"Oz where are you?" a voice called, "We're on stage in a half hour."

Danny pulled out and blew his warm load over Candy's stomach as he gave an exhale of pleasure. Candy looked at him with an unimpressed display on her face.

"Sorry babe," he apologized as he ran over to the door, "Alright gimme a few minutes."

He ran to the bathroom and quickly stepped into the shower. Candy stood up and walked over to the door in nothing but her pink stilettos. She opened it and took on the gaze of one of Oz's friends.

"Come on in Frank," she said gesturing him in with her hand, "Danny's just in the shower."

"Will he be long?" Frank asked as he eyed her body from head to toe, her not-so-subtle erect pink nipples grabbing his attention the most.

"Probably," she said, stepping over to the bed and pulling on some black lace underwear, "How long you boy's on for tonight?"

"Uh, just an hour I think," He replied, "What, uh, what's up?"

Candy stared blankly at him then walked over to the bar fridge.

"Did you want a drink hun?" she asked as she rummaged through the various bottles of alcohol stored in the fridge,

"Could I just get a can of bourbon?" Frank replied. Candy gave a response that sounded like something between a grunt and a scoff then threw him a can, "Cheers darl."

"No worries," Candy said as she grabbed herself a can of bourbon, "Could you pick us up a dimebag on the way back?"

"Sure not a problem." Frank said as he continued to stare at Candy's body.

The bathroom door swung open and Danny stepped out dressed up in a fishnet t-shirt with a leather jacket thrown over the top.

"Have you seen my black lycras?" Danny asked as he walked over to the bed, "I swear I just dropped 'em here before we started goin' at it."

"Here they are," Candy replied throwing Danny the black spandex pants, "Don't be too long, I'll be here waiting."

Danny nodded and slid on his pants. He quickly grabbed his platforms put them on and strapped them up before walking out the door with Frank. They continued down the hallway.