I wouldn't call myself the biggest fan of Taylor Swift, but I did enjoy her music, and found her incredibly attractive. My friend had managed to get tickets for her upcoming Reputation Tour. They weren't just any tickets, though. They also included backstage passes to meet her afterward. My friend was an event planner for the arena Taylor would be performing at, so this entitled him to a free pass. He knew I had a crush on Taylor and liked her music, so he decided to give the pass to me. I owed him big time for this one.
The night of the show, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long Uber ride, I finally arrived at the arena. It was packed with young preteen girls and their moms, who no doubt weren't as lucky as I was because they had paid a fortune to be here. There was also a large contingent of middle-aged men who were here. I bet they enjoyed her body more than her music--not to say I didn't agree with them. Taylor is stunning, and anyone would be lucky to spend a night with her, but I also enjoyed her music.
After scanning over the crowd of people, I finally saw the entrance and headed into the arena. I pushed through the enormous crowd and found my seat. It was spectacular. I was no more than ten rows from the stage, giving me a perfect view to see Taylor when she appeared, and when she did take the stage, it was glorious. She was as hot as ever. Her outfit was almost the same as the one she wore for the Victoria Secret Fashion Show, except this time it was in all black. It was all black except for two things: her finger and toe nails were painted a vibrant red, and it couldn't have been hotter. Seeing her on stage dressed like this made my pants tighten. She pranced around on stage, dancing, gyrating her hips and sweating, and it was one of the sexiest things I had ever witnessed live in person. The fact that I knew I was going to be meeting her in person in a few hours didn't help my growing erection. It was a struggle, but I knew I had to do my best to hide it given my surroundings.
Two hours later and the show finally came to an end. Taylor walked off stage, thanked the audience and headed for her dressing room to prepare to meet her fans. So, as the crowd began to file out, I made my way to the stage to finally meet Taylor. There I was greeted by my friend who got me the ticket. "Thanks, man. I owe you one," I said.
"No, more like you owe me a few million," he said with a sly grin. He knew about my crush for Taylor, and how excited I was to meet her. He led me to the line that was forming in front of her dressing room, which had now been turned into a makeshift meet and greet room. As he turned away and left, he gave me one final 'have fun' accompanied by a wink.
God, I really did owe him a million after this.
I took my spot in line. I was at the end behind girls of all ages with their parents, guys and their girlfriends, and again, a few middle-aged men. As I got settled into my spot, the two huge security guards opened the door to let the fans start to file in and meet their "Queen." The girls screamed, and the line began to move. One after one her fans went in and came back out. Some came out with autographs, while some girls walked out completely sobbing. I guess it was emotional meeting your idol.
After what seemed like an hour, it was finally my turn to meet Taylor. As I got to the door, the security guards checked my badge and let me into the room. I was then greeted with the most beautiful sight ever--Taylor Swift was sitting on a sofa in her dressing room. She was even more stunning in person. She had changed out of her concert outfit and was now wearing a white tank top, tight red short shorts and black flip flops. Her nails were still adorned with the sexy red nail polish. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The security guards led me over to the sofa so I could sit with Taylor. My heart was racing the closer I got to her, and I couldn't help but to wonder if she could tell how nervous I was.
I finally got to the sofa. It seemed like my legs were working in slow motion. I sat down next to Taylor and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Jake. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan, but I'm sure you hear that all the time." I was stammering, my mouth not working properly. I was so nervous having one of the most beautiful women in the world not more than six inches from me.
"Nice to meet you, Jake. I'm glad you enjoyed my show," she said with a smile. As I looked at her, I happened to notice she didn't appear to be wearing a bra under her tank top. I saw the slightest outline of her tiny nipples poking through the fabric. The room was a bit chilly, and her body acted accordingly. "I notice you're not the typical fan I get at these meet and greets. Usually a handsome guy of your age has a girl wit them."
Did Taylor Swift just call me handsome? I swear I heard that right.
"Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend. I'm just here for you, well, your music that is."
Real smooth.
She smiled and thanked me again. We kept talking about the usual stuff, like what my favorite song of hers was, and my favorite album, but then the topic shifted.
"So, what do you do for fun? What are some of your hobbies?" Taylor asked with a smile.
"Well, I'm a chef, actually. I work in a little Italian place in lower Manhattan. Kind of a thankless job that doesn't leave much time for me, but when I do get some me time I enjoy playing baseball. It has always been a second passion of mine."
"Wow," Taylor said, "quite the everyman I see. That explains why you don't have a girlfriend. Such a busy man, but quite the catch--a man who can cook, plays sports, and has rugged good looks."
Ok, that time there was no mistaking it. Taylor said I looked good. She is definitely flirting with me, but I thought she was seeing someone.
I had to ask now.
"Taylor, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were flirting. What would your boyfriend think?"
"Well, actually, I'm currently single. Like you I've been busy. Y'know, writing a new album, setting up tour dates and rehearsals. Doesn't give me much free time," she said with a sexy grin. She was looking me up and down now after that question, clearly eyeing my body. "...but I am free tonight," she said, "and I'd love to see your little Italian restaurant in the city if you're not busy." I looked at the time; it was nearly 10:30. We were talking for almost thirty minutes. I didn't even realize the security guards had stepped out of the room.
"Well, I'm not busy tonight either. I'm sure I could get us in and cook us up a late-night snack," I said with a wink.
She smiled at me and said, "Great! It's a date then. Let me just get ready and we can head out. Meet me around back of the area. I'll have my limousine take us." I couldn't believe this was happening. I was going on a date with Taylor Swift. I got up as quickly as I could and began to head out. She told her security team that she was heading out and to not expect her back until later.
I headed around back to the parking lot. A black limo pulled up, and out came Taylor looking as sexy as ever. She wore a black dress with a deep V down the middle, which showed a lot of cleavage. The dress only came up to about her thighs, so I had a great look at her sexy legs. She also wore sexy black high heeled sandals with clear straps. I climbed into the limo and she walked around to the other side. She had one of her security guards load something into the trunk. I didn't see what it was, but it sounded heavy. When she got back into the limo we were finally off to Manhattan. We made small talk along the way, talking about our childhoods, our favorite things to do in our free time and old relationships. We had a great time.
