I hadn’t seen Roadie in weeks due to our college schedules. He was constantly working various shows in the theater and I had classes and numerous writing assignments to complete. But on this Sunday I was determined to see him regardless of the Southern Black Baptist Convention he was lighting.
The crowd in the theater were dressed in their Sunday best with women wearing big hats and white gloves. I felt devilish walking up the long staircase in my short skirt with no panties on underneath. The audience was swaying in their seats and moving thoughout the aisles singing praise to the Lord as I descended the stairs with my eyes on my target. His head was just visible in the light booth window and I was already getting wet.
I saw him look down at me with a smirk that revealed the devilish thoughts in his mind. He rolled his chair over and opened the door to the booth where the light and sound boards lit up the dark room. I could easily feel the spirit moving me as the choir broke out into a boisterous gospel. He turned to set a new lighting scene and I stepped behind his chair to run my hands over his shoulders and down his chest.
His long hair easily tickled my cleavage when I leaned forward. He pressed several buttons on the board changing the lights and I watched his strong forearms flex and bend to the rhythm he beat out on the board with his fingers. When the song finished an elder preacher stepped to the podium and I knew he would be there for awhile. Roadie put in another light cue and swiveled around in his chair to grab one of my bare legs.
He slowly ran his hands up my thighs and let his fingers play with my already wet crotch. His smirk became a wide grin as I squatted out of view of the window to reveal myself. He rolled his chair forward so that his face became buried in my exposed breast and tickled my hard nipples. His tongue played around my nipples for a moment before he began sucking sending waves of tingles and energy through my nerves.
He ran his hands back down my legs as he turned me around and spread open my legs. He slide his chair between my open cheeks to caress and kiss my back. His hands slipped around my breasts and then onto my hips as he guided my rocking movement over his strained jeans. Outside the window I heard the angry words of the preacher as he exhorted to banish the evil in the room and the wicked temptations of Satan. Amen’s arose from the crowd as I snuggled further down into Roadies lap and moved my hips over his bulging pants. I was having my own epiphany as my hips rocked back and forth rubbing my clit on his hard mound and sending waves of sensation through my belly.
Roadie rolled us to the closet door inside the room and unlocked the door. He turned me once again around in the chair and sucked my nipples before opening the door and rolling us into the dark cave. The choir broke out into a gospel number and he quickly jumped up to change the lighting once more. When he returned I had opened the buttons on my shirt and stood pinned against a wall with my legs open and hungry.
He unzipped his jeans and his hard cock fell out as if released from bondage. He pushed me against the wall and kissed my mouth hard keeping me pinned into the darken room. He then thrust into my cunt as I inhaled with all the lust and force he could give me. He moved in and out with the beat of the gospel music just outside our door as I muffled my groans and was thankful the Lord was moving the crowd outside. He came almost as quickly as I did with the swell of the music and filled me with his warm juice. A “Hallelujah” and “Praise Jesus” come drifting through the open window. I melted back into his pelvis and wrapped my arms around his head as he breathed slowly into my heaving chest.
The preachers voice rose once more and Roadie pulled out quickly to return to the lighting console. His pants barely zipped and his disheveled hair flowing down his back. I put my clothes back on and re-emerged from the closet to see him intently watching me from his chair.
He smirked at me with his devilish grin and said, “Hallelujah and Amen!”
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