I spent most of the day waiting in the back of the sound stage -- over by the wires, the supplies, and the extra chairs. It was dark, I was hot and sweaty, but I didn't mind. I got to watch her.
It was getting close to lunch time and they were filming the limo scene. Taylor was to look out the window, sing a few lyrics, and that was to be it. But, Taylor wasn't getting the take the director wanted. Take after take they tried but Taylor just struggled to capture the moment of the scene.
After another fail, she glances up at me, the first time she looked at me in an hour. She looks sad, disappointed in herself. I simply did a half shrug and give her a little smile to ease the mood. She smiles brightly at me and lets out a small laugh. You could see the tension leave her shoulders. Her bare, beautiful shoulders.
Taylor was in all black. Her hair was short and wavy. Her lipstick -- bright red, just the way I loved it. She had on black pants, that were tight, and a tight little sleeveless top on - also black. It did, however, have white lace around the neckline, which dropped down considerably for Taylor, showing a bit of cleavage. Her breasts looked amazing in the top -- perky and pressed together. The low cut top exposed her neck and it felt as if all I did today was stare at it.
One more take starts and this time Taylor nails it. When the director yells cut, Taylor opens the door to the limo, jumps out and she lets out a small scream of pleasure. Her mouth opens wide, her neck extends and a loud yell leaves her mouth.
Watching her there awakes something in me. The rawness and power in her voice. Her mouth open, her bare neck exposed. Her chest pushed out. It makes me think of what Taylor is like in bed.
We have only been dating a few weeks, and mostly all we do is some quick pecks here and there. We are still trying to figure out where we stand. I like her, and she seems to like me. That's good enough for now.
Someone yells for lunch and everyone disperses in different directions. Most go outside to the food trunks or to get some fresh air.
I wait in my spot. I didn't want to interfere with Taylor or do something I'm not supposed to. So, I figure I would wait for her to come to me.
She has a few words with the director, and her assistant asks her to sign something, but after a few minutes, she makes her way to me.
It's the way that she walks to me that I love. Her long, tan, and very tone legs taking quick strides. Her small and slender frame bouncing up and down. Her blonde hair sways up and down with every graceful step. Halfway to me she runs her hand through her hair exposing more of that neck.
"Thank you for waiting so long," she says and she gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Her lips are warm and wet. A tingle passes through my whole body.
We embrace in a hug and she holds me tightly. "No problem, anything for you," I say with a hint of sarcasm.
We break the hug and she says "You're sweet."
A half smile crosses my face and a little laugh comes out of my mouth.
"What?" she says.
My thoughts race. Not clean thoughts. I realize I can't tell her what I am thinking, they are way too dirty. So I chicken out.
