Backstage Ass: Doc Ryder
By
Ciara Ryan
Copyright 2012 Ciara Ryan
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A Tease from
A Tease From
I saw Doc Ryder for the first time the night of my 21st birthday; before he was who he is today. My best friend Kelly arranged a party for me at the Watering Hole, a local bar that we'd snuck into once or twice when we were under age.
"You better not be up to something, Kelly," I said when she called me up the day of my birthday, and said that she wanted to take me out and buy me my first legal drink.
"Shut up, Blake," Kelly advised me. "Just put your boots on and be ready. I'm coming by to pick you up in an hour."
Of course I knew she was up to something. It was my 21st birthday and the entire week leading up to it she hadn't said a thing about it. She'd done her best to keep me off of the trail, but ignoring me only made me more suspicious.
"Surprise!" my friends all yelled when we finally arrived at the Watering Hole for my party.
"You guys," I said. "You shouldn't have done this."
"It's about time," my friend Allison said. "You were supposed to be here two hours ago."
"Really?" I said.
I knew from the minute I got off the phone with Kelly that there was a surprise party waiting for me, so I stalled at my house for a few hours after Kelly had arrived.
"Just come in and have a drink with me," I insisted when she got to the house.
Kelly reluctantly came in and we had a drink with my parents and older brother to celebrate my becoming of age. Kelly wasn't bothered all that much that we had a drink with my older brother Darren. He was back from school for a visit and Kelly had always had a crush him. I could tell that Kelly was enjoying the time with Darren a little too much so I pulled her away and made her come to my room to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.
"God, Blake. We're only going for a drink, you don't have to get all dolled up," she moaned as I tried on ten different outfits before putting my original clothes back on.
"You were wearing that when I got here," Kelly griped when we were finally in her car and on the way.
I knew there would be a couple guys at the Watering Hole that I thought were hot and I wanted to look good for them. I didn't go out that night with a plan for getting laid on my 21st birthday, but if a hot guy wanted to give me a special present, I wasn't completely opposed to the idea.
"You look nice tonight, Blake," Rusty Douglas said after he'd finally found the courage to come over and talk to me.
"Thanks, Rusty," I said with a smile.
Nice wasn't what I'd been going for when I was picking out my outfit that night. I wanted all eyes on me for my special day and I choose an outfit that I thought would guarantee that. Of course, my father would have never let me out of the house wearing the clothes I changed into in Kelly's car, so I left he house in a pair of jeans with a dull yellow peasant top that actually did made my curly, brown hair pop more. Sure, I looked okay in that outfit, but the cutoff jeans and skintight grey tank top I now had on under a blue plaid button-up that showed my midriff, had all the guys heads turning when I walked by in my cowboy boots.
"Happy birthday," Rusty offered when the waitress handed over a drink he'd ordered for me.
"Thanks, Rusty," I said.
Kelly, Allison and I had spent the last hour wondering how long it was going to take old Rusty to summon the courage to come talk to me. Rusty was two years ahead of us in school and had been the object of my teenage desire for many years; it should have been me that was nervous to talk to him and not the other way around.
"Why don't you ask the lady to dance on her birthday?" Kelly said to Rusty once he'd become more comfortable at our table.
A couple of the guys we were with hadn't been too pleased with Rusty's presence, but tonight was about me and I couldn't wait to get his big, strong, cowboy hands around me.
"Would you like to dance?" Rusty asked.
He was standing right in front of me and I saw his eyes look down at my perky tits and linger there while I pretended to think about it. I looked up and our eyes met.
"I'd love to," I said, and took a good, hard look directly at Rusty's crotch.
The song that was playing was fast and I shimmed and shook my ass in front of Rusty, who mostly just moved from side to side and watched me dance. I was feeling the alcohol a little bit and it was making me horny. I wiggled my ass against Rusty's groin, flicking my long, brown hair around like a gypsy dancer. People at the bar kept playing fast songs on the jukebox and I was getting angry. I wanted something slow to come on so I could dance close with Rusty. All the grinding and rubbing I had done had solicited an erection. I was flattered that I'd caused such a response in him and now I wanted to feel Rusty's big, hard cock pressed against me.
I gave it two more songs from the jukebox before I backed my ass right into Rusty's hard-on and stayed there for the next three songs even though my dancing didn't really match the music.
Rusty's moans were thick in my ear as I pressed my tight, little ass into the tent-pole in his pants. His hands found my hips and held me tight to him. My pussy was soaking wet from Rusty's hot breath on my bare shoulders and I wanted to feel his firm, calloused hands on my tits, but I knew he wouldn't dare with all these people around.