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Wow, I can't believe I got such good tickets for this concert. I have been a fan all my life and the lead vocalist has been in my dreams since the first moment I laid my eyes on him. As I am sitting here in the front row, I wondered if he will even remember seeing my face when the concert is over.
I am shaking as they come out on stage. They are more amazing in person than they are on their albums.
He's watching me (or is it someone behind me?). They're singing a love ballad and he's crouching right down in front of me, his warm blue eyes looking right through me. I feel like I am going to pass out! Can he tell that I have been fantasizing about him in my dreams?
He's walking, picking up a rose that someone has tossed on the other side of the stage. Oh goodness, he's walking back with the rose in his hand. He hands me the rose; I gasp and reward him with a soft, shy smile as he moves down the stage, singing the opening notes of a song about loving and leaving someone behind.
I can't believe it! One of the security guards just walked over to me and gave me a backstage pass. I am going to join the hundreds of lucky fans back there. Will he even notice that I am standing there? Through the rest of the concert, I watch him — smiling and wondering how it will all end up.
The concert ends, and I work my way backstage. My heart is pounding, and feels as though it's going to explode out of my chest. When I reach the guard who sought me out, he smiles and leads me past the legion of fans, taking me to a room where he tells me someone will be with me in a moment, and that if I want to, I am welcome to watch any of the disks from the concerts stacked next to the DVD player.
And there I sit — 5 minutes pass, then 10, and then 15 minutes. Is a reporter coming to talk to me? Will others be joining me? It's been a long day; I lay my head back on the couch, trying to relax. When the door opens, I slowly open my eyes.
It is HIM — standing in the doorway! My heart leaps and quickens, and I swear he can hear it pounding in my chest. I stand up clumsily, attempting to smooth out my short skirt, hoping that I look okay. Oh God, he is walking over to me, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he was hoping I'd accept his invitation.
"I'm glad that you came. I was hoping that the rose wasn't too forward, and that it wouldn't scare you away."
I just stare into his eyes and shake my head slowly. I am not a person who is easily left speechless, but at this moment in time I am not sure what to say. He takes my hand and gently kisses it, and then turns it over and kisses my palm. I feel like I am the only person in the world and wonder if there have been others in this situation with him.
He looks into my eyes as he explains, "I'm not the kind of person who would just pick one of my fans from the crowd and have my way with her and never remember her. She has to be special and have a certain look in her eyes. And you, my dear, have that look."
For the first time since he entered the room, I find my voice: "I'm not quite sure what to say to you. There are so many things I want to say and ask, but I'm not sure where to begin."
"Then just tell me the truth, are you married?"
I shake my head and sigh, "No I just went through a terrible relationship that I thought was going to end up in marriage, but he decided that we weren't 'right for each other.'"
Taking my face in his hands, he smiles, kisses me gently on the cheek, and whispers, "You are beautiful; any man that would give you up would have to be blind as well as dense."
I slowly pull my head back to look deep into his eyes and can't help but want to kiss him. He must sense it because he gently places his lips on mine and kisses me ever so gently. I moan. My legs go limp. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, holding me up. I lay my hands on his chest, slowly sliding them up his shoulders and around his neck. I feel his heartbeat through my shirt and feel it quicken.
He slowly pulls away from me and looks deep into my eyes. "Are you sure you want this? I want to make sure before I let this go any further and you end up regretting anything that happens."
I nod and I whisper: "As sure as I'm standing here. Yes, I want this more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire life. You're all I dream of, all I can think of and tonight when you were looking into my eyes while singing to me, all I could do was want you even more."
He smiles, pulling me in closer and kissing me slowly, slipping his succulent tongue past my trembling lips. I feel Heaven and Earth move under my feet, and then realize that it really has. As he picks me up and carries me over to the couch. He gently lays me down and runs his hands down my neck, continuing slowly over the top of my blouse.
He looks into my eyes with an unspoken question. I nod. He now knows for sure that I want this.
My hands slide under his shirt and begin to pull it up. He pulls my shirt open quickly, sending the buttons flying across the room making my blouse separate as he runs his fingers over my silk bra. I moan, and my back arches to his touch. I want to feel his skin against mine. He lifts his arms up so I can pull off his sweat-drenched shirt. I slowly bring it to my face and inhale deeply. He looks down, chuckling, and buries his head in my neck. His nibbling mouth tickles, sending me into a fit of giggles as I try to buck him off.
He looks down at me and asks me, "Ok you have me here and all you want to do is take a whiff of my shirt? I don't know if I should be insulted or grateful."
I suddenly feel my body relaxing! I feel as though I'm with someone I have known all of my life and feel totally comfortable around. I reach up running my hands over his well-trimmed chest and circling his nipples with my finger.
I feel him take in a deep slow breath as his heart quickens to my touch. Lowering his head he slowly kisses me deepening the kiss, until he is reaching places I never knew. I feel his body move over mine; quivering as his hands move down my sides, continuing to the hem of my skirt. I moan under his touch, my hands move slowly down his back and over his firm ass. I feel his hand creep up my skirt, and I can't help but quiver and moan at the feel of his fingers on my soft, silky skin.
Slowly he runs his fingertips across the top of my leg toward the inside of my thigh. My breath quickens as I arch my hips into his fingers. I move my hands to the front of his pants and unbutton them, feeling the strain of his hard long cock against my belly. He moans, growing harder and longer as I slowly glide his pants down his legs. He reaches behind me, unzipping my skirt. I feel his fingers brush against me as he pulls the skirt down, leaving me naked and trembling — except for my bra, which he quickly unfastens.
Totally exposed. I look deep into his the eyes. My cheeks now flush with embarrassment.
He stands, walking me over to a door, opening it, and revealing a mirror. Standing behind me, he says, "You have such a beautiful body, and you have no reason to feel any embarrassment. Look at yourself, and let me tell you what I see. I see a beautiful woman with beautiful breasts, with a beautiful smile, with a very shapely body."
He turns me around and gently kisses me, slithering his hands down my back and over my bare ass. He slowly walks me backwards until I am up against the wall. His hands glide down my leg, and then he gently pulls my legs around his waist. He lifts me up a little more until I am right over the tip of his cock, then little by little my hot waiting pussy engulfs his hard cock. I grab onto his back and hold onto his shoulders tightly, swept away to places that I never knew existed.
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