Private Dancer

by jonsguttergirl







It was coming to the part of the show that he was going to singing Bed of Roses. He needed to scoap out what female fan would get the honor of dancing with him. He turned his head slightly to check out his choices in the fan pit. Normally he would just pull the closest girl out. But tonight, he was in the mood for a little private dancing backstage in his dressing room. He spotted her almost immediately.

She was gorgeous. Long black hair, nice curvy body and a great rack. She looked Italian, even better. As Richie's guitar riffs started. He made eye contact with her. Giving her that lustful look he had perfected so well that even a nun would need a panty change. As he sang the song he slowly made his way to her side of the stage, as Richie's guitar started to scream its solo, he held his hand out to her.

Her eye's almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe he had picked her to dance with him. She was frozen. He dropped his and she thought she had blown her chance to dance with him, but then she felt him take her hand giving her a little tug. Before she knew what was happening she felt his arms wrap around her waist and rest lightly at the top of her ass.

"What's your name baby?" He said in her ear.

"Um...Carina...oh my god...I can't believe I'm dancing with you....I've love you guys for so long!"

"Well I appreciate that Carina...that's a beautiful name."

As quick as it began...it was over. He pulled away from her, but framed her face with his hands and kissed her, letting just a taste of his tongue invade her mouth.

Jon looked at the security guy working the fan pit and gave him the signal. Richie saw this and just laughed knowing full well what that signal meant.

She had only been standing back in the fan pit a few mins when a member of the security game and motioned for her to follow him. He led her backstage and into a private dressing room. She gave him a confused look. "Jon asked me to bring you back here" was all he said before shutting the door behind him.

A short time later...the door opened again. Carina turned to see who it was. It was him, fresh off the stage, dripping in sweat.

"Well hello there beautiful...did you enjoy the show?" he asked her as he flashed that brilliant smile of his.

Swallowing hard she managed to squeek out a "Yes"

"Good" he said as he started to peal off his sweaty shirt. He heard her suck in her breath.

"How you'd like to dance with me again? A more private dance though this time?" he continued as he very obviously scanned her from head to toe. "I need to jump in the shower though...I could use some help washing my back." he said smiling lustfully at her

Taking her hand again he lead her behind him to the bathroom. Closing the door he backed her up against it. Bringing his mouth to hers his tongue fully invading her mouth this time. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Slipping his hands under the hem of her skirt, he pushed it up. Sliding his hand between her legs, he could feel the moistness that had already drenched the crotch of her panties. She let out a low moan.

Breaking their kiss he watched her as he slipped his hand under the waist of her drenched panties till his fingers were surrounded by her curls. "Oh god." she whispered.

"Does that feel good baby?" he asked as he sunk a finger deep inside her. She could only answer him with panting. Removing his finger, he sucked it into his mouth. The whole while never taking his eyes off her.

As he continued to tease her, he removed her clothing. First her panties, then her skirt, finally he pulled both her bra and shirt off at the same time. Backing away from her he removed his pants, letting them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Turning the water on in the shower, he got it to the perfect temperature and turned back to her. "You gonna join me?" he asked as he stepped in to the shower.

Mesmorized by he stare she walked towards him without even knowing she was. Pulling her into the stall with him, he backed her up against the wall again, attacking her neck with his mouth, while his hands molested her breasts. "Stroke me baby." He said in a low husky voice then moved her hand to his hardened cock.

She felt like she was having an out of body experience, she couldn't believe she was standing naked in a shower, with Jon Bon Jovi's hard cock in her hands.

Spreading her legs open with his, he lifted her up, instictively her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Put it in you!" he ordered and she complied, letting out a moan as she felt him sink deep inside her pussy. He began to thrust himself hard inside her as he gripped her ass and pulled her into him. Her moans increased but were still low. He wanted to hear her scream so he picked up his pace and pulled her harder into him.

She tried to stifle her moans but she couldn't she yelled louder with each hard thrust she felt. "Thats it baby...thats what I want to hear." He felt her walls constricting on his rock hard cock. He could feel his own release building the tighter they constricted. In one last hard thrust, he spilled himself inside her.

Letting his breathing return to normal, he kissed her again and brushed the hair from her face. She was drenched in sweat now. "Looks like we both need a shower now huh baby."