Paul (not his real name) was a singer in a rock band. I had seen him perform in concert 7 times, and I had a major crush on him. Paul was the star of all of my dirtiest fantasies, and when I masturbated, I always had his picture in front of me so that I could look into his eyes and imagine that he was touching me and making me cum. I sometimes used a dildo when I had my solo sessions, and I would fantasize that it was Paul's cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. When I went to his shows, I always managed to make my way to the front of the pit, right near the stage, so that I could watch him strut around in his tight leather pants, without a shirt, and see the sweat glisten on his tattooed, pierced body (this 'bad boy' look being a major turn-on for me). Paul and I made eye contact a few times during several shows, and he even reached down and touched my hand once. I really wanted to meet him, and as it turned out, I did meet him the 8th time I saw him perform, when I was lucky enough to score an after-show party pass.
I was ecstatic that I was finally going to meet the star of my fantasies! I was wearing jeans and a low-cut top that showed some cleavage. During the show, he looked over at me at one point and smiled. My pussy was so wet, as it tends to be when I see him perform and hear his sexy, sultry voice.
After the show, I was led into a room, where Paul was sitting on a couch, strumming a guitar. My pussy immediately started throbbing at the sight of Paul, bare-chested and still glistening with sweat. He asked me to sit next to him, which I did, and he told me he had seen me at several of his shows and wanted to meet me. We talked for a while, and somehow the topic turned to masturbation. I noticed the bulge in his pants was growing, as I told him that one of my biggest turn-ons is to watch a man masturbate. Paul told me that I could watch him, if he could watch me. I laid back on the couch, unzipped my jeans, and slipped my fingers inside. I was not wearing underwear, so my pussy was easily accessible. I teased Paul for a while, rubbing my pussy inside my jeans, not allowing him to see it yet. Meanwhile, he unzipped his leather pants, pulled his cock out through the fly, and started stroking it. I could already see some precum around the head of his cock. We both slipped out of our pants and sat across from each other on the couch, playing with ourselves in full view of each other. We were both so turned on by this, that it did not take long for us both to cum. He came first, and the sight of his cum shooting out of his pulsating cock pushed me over the edge, and shortly thereafter I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life! I looked into his eyes as I was cumming, as I so often did with his pictures when I masturbated alone. I stayed with Paul that night at his hotel, and neeless to say, we fulfilled many more of my fantasies. This was definitely a dream 'cum' true.