It was your typical ride on the tour bus. Howie was half asleep in his bunk, me sitting upfront in one of the seats, staring out the window. Not sure where we were heading this time, Cleveland, Springfield, some Midwest town. All the rows of corn looked the same after awhile. Life on the road was not that bad, Howie could have left me at home I suppose, guess that shows how much he loved me. Howie then walked up to the front, he kissed the top of my head and sat down beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head on my shoulder.

"Have a nice nap?" I asked, putting my hands over his.

"Hmm, yeah" He said sleepily "Good thing I can sleep just about anywhere."

"Lucky you, are you still have those odd dreams?

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about them?" I ask, spinning myself around and wiping the hair out of Howie's eyes

"I'd rather not," he said putting the hair back where it was.

"Oh come on I am sure that it would make you feel a lot better." I rub his back as I say this.

Not being able to argue with that logic, he told me about these weird dreams that he has been having.

~~~ 2 Weeks Later ~~~ Last show of the tour ~~~

"Whew, great show guys!" Kevin yelled throwing his now sweaty towel into the nearby hamper.

Brian walks over the table that is set up in the room and pops open one of the bottles of champagne that is waiting for the guys at the end of every tour.

Everyone is there, all the crew, the girlfriends, wives and family

Brian pours each person a glass of bubbly and raises his glass. "To another record breaking tour."

"HERE HERE" echoes through out the room.

I look around and see that Howie is not present. I walk through the arena to find him. After a few minutes I see him sitting in the middle of stage. "Hey Baby" he says in a voice that shows a combination of exhaustion and disappointment.

"Hey, something wrong?" I ask sitting down next to him.

"Nah, just sorry that this tour is over."

"It was a good one wasn't it?"

"Yes it was"

"Well I know a way that we can make it much better," I say right before I kiss him on the lips.

He pulls me towards him and lays the both of us down on the floor of the stage. He holds my hair back out of my eyes, and kisses me. Not just a normal kiss but one that is filled with love and passion. "You thinking what I am thinking?" He says with his now famous wink.

"It'll be a dream come true."

He lays me down on the stage floor and starts to kiss my neck; my hands wander over his back to the bottom of his shirt. I lift it up, his mouth leaves only long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head.

He slowly unbuttons my blouse kissing the skin that is exposed with each button. I sit and remove my blouse; he then helps me off with my bra. While I am still sitting up he lowers his head and take one of nipples into his mouth. His hand teases the other. Slowly he licks and sucks on it. I moan with delight. His mouth and his hand switch places. My mind races in 100 directions, but is mainly focused on 2 things, the pleasure that I'm feeling, and how to get his pants off. I lower my hands to the waistband of his pants and fumble with the zipper. 'Damn these stage costumes' I think to myself.

"Let me help you with that" He stands up and unzips his pants. He then lowers them and his boxers kicking them to the side of the stage. I kneel before him, and run my fingers gently up his legs, towards his hardened cock. I hear him take in a sharp breath as my hands reach their destination. He puts his hand on my head guiding it towards him. Like I need the hint. Take him fully into my mouth, sucking and licking, until he is about to cum.

He pushes me down onto my back and lifts up my skirt. He is more than pleased that I have chosen this moment to forget my panties. He lowers himself on top of me and enters me. I can feel him filling my insides up. I let out a moan that can only be described as animalistic. At first he moves slowly, then as the passion heats up, his movements become more and intense. He plunges deeper and deeper into me. I can feel my orgasm coming. He pumps harder and faster, until he and both come in an explosive wave of passion and lust. He lays himself down next to me, both of us breathless from what just happened.

"Damn" he says trying to catch his breath

"You can say that again." I say propping myself up on one elbow. "Well at least now that your fantasy has come true, maybe those dreams will stop"

"Well there is one thing that happens in the dream that has not happened yet." Howie said

Just then we are startled by the sound of applause. It is AJ and Kevin sitting the front row. "Bravo, good show."

"And there it is."