I'd thought I would add something Daphne did when younger. Back in the days when pop groups were less smothered by protection and managers D was a regular at a certain Dutch bands concerts in the Netherlands. One afternoon D and her friend decided to go to the groups concert ägain". Now due to D's constant attendance to the groups gig's she had been given a sort of early pass. But Not to the groups changing rooms kind, more a, have a look around and go back to the crowd kind before the concert starts.
While D ( and friend) were doing the mini tour the group actually arrived and started talking to the girls. Did they come to their concerts often, Where did they come from e.c.t. You know the lame questions guys ask when on the hunt . D was wearing her denim skirt, mid thigh with buttons up the front. Her army green T-shirt, no bra and had her heels. Now -I say heels, because she said she wore them, I asked why heels and not some sensible shoes like normal girls/women. Her explanation. I'm not like other girls .
D's tits should come with a health warning on them. Her nipples are permenantly hard. And when she wears thin top-T shirts she is my little pointer. So at the concert guys did notice. And as she explained. Why wear something like that if you don't want to attract any guys attention. Everysingle member of the band could see and were not shy in staring or making lude remarks and comments. Now the bands four members were certainly interested, D said she felt like a poor lamb in front of four wolves, Wolves she knew. But wolves non the less.
The drummer was the first to cause her to gasp. His hand had "accidently" stroked her thigh right to the the junction of her mons. Staring right at her he said did she want him to stop. Its at this point her so called friend did a bailout and D didn't meet her till a few days after the concert. So in leaving left Daphne with the drummers hands up her skirt showing a large amount of thigh and leg.
Do you want me to stop he asked. but as D contemplated what to say' his fingers passed over her thigh and into her panties. Stroking her shaven mons ever so slowly all the while saying well do you. D just stood there with the drummers hand in panties and the rest of the band smiling like idiots at her predicament. Breathing heavily D anwsered in a low voice no. No what? Don't stop came her weak reply.
Suddenly the lead singer said we have to go, we need to get ready. Drummer mearly said to D. Come on, come join us. So in a daze Daphne followed the group to their changing room and was inside when the door was firmly closed.
if you would like me to continue the story and hear more about what she has told to me on numerous occassion then let us know.
While D ( and friend) were doing the mini tour the group actually arrived and started talking to the girls. Did they come to their concerts often, Where did they come from e.c.t. You know the lame questions guys ask when on the hunt . D was wearing her denim skirt, mid thigh with buttons up the front. Her army green T-shirt, no bra and had her heels. Now -I say heels, because she said she wore them, I asked why heels and not some sensible shoes like normal girls/women. Her explanation. I'm not like other girls .
D's tits should come with a health warning on them. Her nipples are permenantly hard. And when she wears thin top-T shirts she is my little pointer. So at the concert guys did notice. And as she explained. Why wear something like that if you don't want to attract any guys attention. Everysingle member of the band could see and were not shy in staring or making lude remarks and comments. Now the bands four members were certainly interested, D said she felt like a poor lamb in front of four wolves, Wolves she knew. But wolves non the less.
The drummer was the first to cause her to gasp. His hand had "accidently" stroked her thigh right to the the junction of her mons. Staring right at her he said did she want him to stop. Its at this point her so called friend did a bailout and D didn't meet her till a few days after the concert. So in leaving left Daphne with the drummers hands up her skirt showing a large amount of thigh and leg.
Do you want me to stop he asked. but as D contemplated what to say' his fingers passed over her thigh and into her panties. Stroking her shaven mons ever so slowly all the while saying well do you. D just stood there with the drummers hand in panties and the rest of the band smiling like idiots at her predicament. Breathing heavily D anwsered in a low voice no. No what? Don't stop came her weak reply.
Suddenly the lead singer said we have to go, we need to get ready. Drummer mearly said to D. Come on, come join us. So in a daze Daphne followed the group to their changing room and was inside when the door was firmly closed.
if you would like me to continue the story and hear more about what she has told to me on numerous occassion then let us know.
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