I think that have mentioned before that I am a professional musician, but more on the classical pianist/guitarist, educator circuit. (I used to write about some interesting moments with my adult students and moms of other students blatantly hitting on me from time to time.)
We have a local singer-songwriter who I knew of, but never really got to meet her other than Facebook conversations. She went on to be HUGE (you would all know her), the suddenly dropped off the radar publicly and took a semi-permanent break from music, but I knew what she was up to because of Facebook.
After she became huge, she came back "home" (though she lists her home as Los Angeles, of course) to do a local concert in the park without anyone knowing ahead of time. I happened to be near the park stage when it started to happen. During set-up, she was on the floor of the raised stage in a sun dress, and her bright white panties were on display to everyone gathering, even though she tried to hide them but it wasn't working. That was one fun moment.
Another time, I had some extra hardware that I was purging from my studio, and when I put out a message on Facebook, she said she wanted to stop by to have some of it. My heart went through the roof! A week later, she was actually in my home, and I was dying. I became a blubbering idiot. Everything I ever wanted to say to her was forgotten. But she was IN MY HOUSE. My wife and kids were so excited for me, and they left her and me alone.
She was braless with tiny boobs but enormous nipples poking at me, her very tight t shirt was thin enough that I could barely make out small dark areola. I was looking and probably shaking. She always had a careful, wholesome-ish type image, so I didn't get the impression that millions of people had seen this sight right before my own eyes. Did I mention she was in my house?!
She caught me looking and gave a smile of approval. Then she said, "If there is a place we can go here, you can have this" while putting her hands over her boobs. I told her I was married and I didn't mess around, and she said, "You'd be surprised how many married men and women actually say that to me. You married folk are harder to crack than people think." Then I said, "I was sure that you were married, too," and she said, "Well, poly. Open, but don't go around telling anyone that with how people know who I am and all that garbage." I told her that my wife has been fascinated with polyamory off and on. She said, "If you ever open up, hit me up and you can see these without the shirt and a whole lot more," again putting her hands over her boobs, "and your wife can have them, too. Don't want to leave anyone out."
She then abruptly took the box of hardware I was offering her, gave me a one-arm hug with her free arm, and kissed me on the cheek and said, "I am completely serious. Hit me up." During the side hug, I did feel her tiny boob and super hard nipple poking into my side, though. It was quite nice.
I've been wanting to write about this for four years now. It's like my "big secret". No, I am not going to say who it was. Sorry.
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