I'd been a major Alicia Keys fan since her debut CD. Living in New York City, I had ample opportunity to see her in concert, which I did at least two-dozen times. Tonight, she was playing on Long Island at the Nassau Coliseum, and I was front row, center. Right as I was getting ready to leave for the show, I saw her video for "My Boo" on MTV. It was at the beginning, when she's rolling around on her bed in a nightie. I dropped everything I was doing; I had to see this video.
Her mocha skin really turned me on. I'd heard she was a mix of Italian and African-American, and Jesus that was a beautiful blend. Between her sexy face, longing eyes, ample breasts and toned body, I could barely watch a music video without getting a hardon. It was even more difficult for me at her concerts, when her attire got a lot skimpier and her cleavage gleaned with performance-induced sweat. As the video ended, I got up from my recliner and repositioned my erection, which was firmer than MTV usually creates.
I got to the Coliseum about a half-hour early. Alicia took the stage right on time, wearing her skimpiest outfit yet: a push-up top exposing her entire belly and a loose-fitting short skirt. Her performance was very energetic, and before long her breasts were shining, not to mention overflowing from the tight top. To get a breather, Alicia turned her piano bench toward the audience for a few minutes of chat. The bench sat almost right in front of me. She took a seat.
She wasn't wearing panties. As she sat, her legs uncrossed, I immediately saw her lips. The hardon came so fast I almost passed out due to lack of blood to the brain. Looking at her vagina, standing almost right in front of her, I started rubbing myself through my tight jeans. As my erection became more and more obvious, it also become obvious Alicia was staring at me, and not in the eyes. My mind was racing a million miles a minute, but she never took her eyes off me.
The professional Alicia is, she didn't make this known to everybody else. She calmly chatted up the crowd, though never moving her stare. I began to see her hand inching down toward her skirt. She wouldn't possibly do this, would she? She moved her legs a bit farther apart, her pussy lips opening just a little more. I knew she was going to finger herself, right there in front of 20,000 fans. But, just then, background music started playing and Alicia came to her senses, standing up and moving her bench back to the piano.
At the end of the night, a security guard came up to me and said Alicia was inviting me backstage. I followed him to the back, and excitedly entered Alicia's dressing room. It was obvious she wasn't happy. She sat on a couch, reapplying makeup, while about a dozen band members and entourage personnel crowded the room. When she turned her eyes to me, they lit up a bit. Mine did, as well, upon seeing her shiny cleavage and tight belly up close and personal.
"Do you have a place around here?" she asked.
Normally, I would have been tongue-tied at this moment, but the earlier concert experience made it pretty clear something was going to happen tonight. "I rented a room at the Marriott for the night," I replied. "It's right across the lot."
By the time Alicia and I entered our room, my hardon had returned full-strength. As soon as I closed the door, Alicia leaned back against it. I pushed my manhood against her mound and we desperately kissed. I couldn't believe how turned on she was. I kept grinding against her most sensitive area, making her gasp so loudly I was sure the neighbors would be knocking any minute. She was breathing very heavily, sometimes interrupting a deep kiss to emit a short squeal of ecstasy.