Mess My Bed Up With Me

Request- Dustin- Not That Type of Girl

BGNation4ever has been super patient for me to write this for her. She requested a BG or Dustin story about a month ago... 🤦🤦 so doll. I'm sorry it's out so late but here you are! Light smut a head!

I yawned wide as I stretched, my back peeling off the white sheets of my bed before a smile graced my rose colored lips. A slight frown made its way to them instead when I noticed the cold spot next to me. Pulling the sheet closer to me, I glanced at the clock on my end table, noticing I had slept in by two hours. No wonder the bed next to me was cold. He always was an early riser. I quietly crept out of bed as I followed the familiar path I had taken for the last two years. The sight of my beautiful daughter soon came into view as she sat on her daddy's lap and watched her Sunday morning cartoons. The coffee cup in his hand showed he had been up for a few hours already. I couldn't help but lean against the wall staring at the perfection before me. He quickly signed “nap” to her but she shook her head, saying “mommy” instead.

The glances were becoming too much. Guys staring like they didn't think I'd notice. I never understood this generation. Before men had class, they'd ask you out, court you if you will. Now it was all wham bam thank you ma'am. No strings attached kind of affection. For some that might be ideal but not for me. I'm an old school kind of girl.

I shook the thoughts out of my head as I raised my camera once again. Positioning it to capture the stage in front of me. I smiled wide. I loved this job. For years I've been shooting the scenes of country stars. Justin Moore, Florida Georgia Line, you name it I've probably shot it. This tour was the one and only Dustin Lynch. I had to say, I was having a lot of fun. Not that he had noticed me, but I was okay with that. He was busy running from place to place, interviews and meetings, meet and greet. The man was a workaholic!

I captured a shot of the drummer  as he walked on the stage, waving at the crowd and making them cheer loudly. I could feel the rumble of the audience under my feet and flowing through my body. I enjoyed the way he amped up the crowd. It's like he was everyone's best friend. I sighed as I heard the whispers behind me, well whispers to me. I bent over slightly to capture a shot of guitarist warming up his guitar. It would be only moments before Dustin would take his place and really get this crowd rowdy. A sudden sting flowed through my ass making me yelp slight. I turned on my foot to see a smug look on a security guards face, but I ignored it. I had a job to do.

“Let me get a piece of that ass baby!” He yelled over the music, but I shook my head.

“Sorry can't hear you!” I yelled back as I turned off my hearing aid. While there was many downfalls to deaf, there was a plus! I shook my head again and scooted closer to the stage, walking farther down to capture a picture of the crowd. Dustin soon raced out on stage, making the crowd cheer with excitement as he began his first song. I captured a variety of shots capturing his booming personality. His bicep beer chug of course. His hot and heavy Magic Mike moment. His blue eyes and the way they shone as he performed. The man was amazing and the stage was right where he needed to be.

Dustin bounced off stage as the concert came to a close, quing the chants of encore through out the venue but tonight he was done. I could see the look on his face. He was having trouble with his wind capacity again while he sang. A problem he had been working on for some time. I bent down to pick up my gear, smiling wide at the adrenaline that flowed through me like it always did after seeing him on stage. I wouldn't lie, the man was more than attractive. The few times he did notice me I noted he was a sweetheart too. I brought myself back to reality as I headed towards the back. I needed to go review these photos before I lost my vision of what I wanted them to look like and which ones I wanted to erase.