Meeting Ed Harris

When I'd first heard that my favorite actor, Ed Harris, was coming to my hometown to film a scene from Westworld, I'd pretty much thought of nothing else, only that a long-held dream of finally meeting him in person might be about to become reality.

I'd tried to get my best friend, Lexi, to come along as well, but she didn't share my enthusiasm for Ed. "He's old...and bald!" was her stock response. Sure, he's a good 30 years older than me, but that doesn't stop him from being hot! And plenty of bald men are hella sexy. Oh yes, I've loved Ed for a hell of a long time. It pretty much started over 20 years ago when I first watched a little-known movie on TV called Knightriders. Just watch the first five minutes of that and you'll see what I mean. What hair he lacks on his head he makes up for on his chest. Shit, the fantasies I've had about running my fingers through that chest hair! And don't get me started on Apollo 13...well damn!

A large crowd had gathered to watch filming take place. I heard that the crew were signing autographs and followed the crowd backstage. I wanted to go and ask Mr. Harris if he would sign something for me, but as usual, my crippling shyness prevented me from approaching him. I knew he was an incredibly intense sort of guy -- watching any of his well-known roles that became evident. Ed both scared and aroused me at the same time. I was content to watch him from a distance, as he stood, talked, laughed and mingled with the common folk of the town. He really took the time to meet people, which was so nice of him given that he'd just done a whole day's filming.

Slowly, the crowd began to thin out and the actors wandered off into small groups, signing autographs. I knew I should go and call for my ride home. It was getting late. Before I could leave, though, a shadow crossed over me and I glanced up in time to see a very familiar face smiling down at me, one brow raised slightly, "Are you waiting for an autograph?" he asked, with that silky, sexy voice of his. I could only blink and stare. He looked so handsome dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His shirt was half unfastened, giving me a glimpse of that carpet of chest hair.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he teased, and touched my shoulder lightly, "Cat got your tongue?"

No, you have! I thought, feeling my face blossom into what I was sure looked like livid crimson blotches. Damn my fair complexion! "Um, no... I mean...sure...thank you!" Sure? Thank you? What the fuck, Katie? You sound...deranged! Ugh...

"I'm sorry," I said, as I handed him a 8 x 10" inch photo of him as Gene Kranz in Apollo 13, and watched as he held it to a nearby wall to scrawl his name across the front in black ink before handing it back to me, "I didn't mean to sound all...fangirlish..." I rolled my eyes at this and to my surprise, he laughed.

"Don't worry," he said, turning gracefully to wave at a group of people who were just leaving, "It happens more often than I'd like, actually." I'll bet! I thought. He was pretty much the star in several women's daily fantasies. Including, I thought with another blush, mine. I was watching him through the corner of my eye, not knowing what to say to him. I'd never been good at public speaking or talking with people in real life very well. Online I was the most talkative person you'd hope to meet. Social media was one thing. Real life completely another!

"Are you waiting for someone?" I heard him ask, and realized that we were suddenly nearly the only people left. Slowly, in groups or in twos, everyone had vanished. Save for a few people milling around a nearby trailer.

"Uhh...not really," I said, mumbling like a nervous little kid at their first day at school. He gave me a look with those intense blue eyes, "I know it's...a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm on the way to a little get-together," I blinked again and waited, not ready to believe what he was saying, "And," he went on, "Since you don't seem to have any plans...how would you feel about coming along with me?" How would I...? Was he serious? I could only nod before he reached across to take my hand.

"Sure!" I smiled, hoping I didn't appear too eager. After all, it wouldn't do for him to start thinking; "Oops, stalker material. Better ditch this one!" I followed him outside where his limo driver was waiting. A sudden rush of thoughts flooded my mind as to what the hell I was getting myself into here and was my name likely to end up on just about every gossip site from Gawker to the National Enquirer? Well that was a risk I was willing to take. I'd never been a girl who lived dangerously -- until now.

My town being the size it was, people pretty much kept to themselves. If a famous person showed up, most of the town members were polite enough to give him or her room to breathe. A few people gawped as we climbed into the car, and I saw one older woman hold up a smartphone before the door closed and the car began to inch forward.

Seated next to me upon the plush velvet upholstery, Ed appeared relaxed and at ease. It was a totally different Ed than I was used to seeing in interviews. He just seemed calmer right now than I'd ever seen him before. As if he was only free to truly be himself off-camera and out of the sight of the public. In fact, sensing my nervousness, he leaned over and began to tell me some of the most off-color dirty jokes I'd ever heard until I couldn't help but crack a smile and, covering my face with my hands, I erupted into giggles.

Ed didn't hold back on getting in a few digs at James Cameron, regarding The Abyss. "I thought discussing the A-word was off limits," I said, aware of the horrendous filming experience that movie had been and apparently he'd vowed never to talk about it. He made another quip about drowning and I couldn't contain myself.

"That's better," he said, once we'd stopped laughing, "We're not heading to a funeral. It's quite all right to laugh. Relax," he said, drawing one arm about my shoulder, "I won't bite you, you know!" Oh, that voice! How could he ask me to relax when he was doing things to me that even I couldn't explain. He asked my name then and I told him. Miracles of miracles not stumbling over my words! I had a really difficult time speaking out loud.

He drew away from me for a moment to look at me in the glow of the overhead light he'd switched on. I was wondering what he was looking at. "How old are you, exactly?" Oh, great. I was curious as to how long it would take before I was asked that question. The one question that everyone asks upon first meeting me. And, as usual, I couldn't help but give my standard response;

"Guess."

"Well, I am hoping for my sake you're over twenty-one!" I smiled at this, and raised my eyebrows. "Twenty-five?" he ventured and I shook my head. People have mistaken me for sixteen before. Between sixteen to early twenties. I looked extremely young and, depending on my mood, could behave either extremely young or my own age.

"Okay, I give up," he said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, his blue eyes twinkling, "how old are you? And no lies! I know how you women are!"

"Okay, no lies," I agreed, "I'm thirty-one." "I don't believe you," he said, as I knew he would. No one ever believed me when I told them my real age. "Seriously?"

I nodded, "Seriously. I can show you my ID if you'd like..."

"No, no," he laughed, "That's not necessary. You're pretty lucky you know. When you're my age you'll look years younger!" Ed reached out to the seat in front of us and pressed a button. I watched with interest as a mini-bar opened up and he offered me something to drink. I smiled but was at a loss as to what to ask for. He seemed to sense my discomfort and told me not to worry.

I didn't ask him what he'd given me. I didn't ask a lot of things. It was enough to be here, so close to him, in the warmth of the car on this pleasant March evening. I could really care less if we made it to the destination or not. I only wanted this ride with him to never end. I drank a bit more and felt the heat rushing to my face again. Something that happened whenever I drank, and began to feel a little bit light-headed. Part of me worried that an irate Amy Madison would be waiting to thump me when the limo stopped. I usually avoided reading celebrity news, but had heard rumours that Ed and his wife had separated on amicable terms. They had been together a hell of a long time and I'd been genuinely surprised at the news.

I don't know exactly how it happened, but I found myself blinking at him, smiling, my drink held halfway finished in my hand. I wasn't drunk, just a bit buzzed. I think the alcohol's effect enabled me to lose much of my shyness. I would never had reached out to stroke his face. I thought he would move away from me, perhaps catch my wrist and place it back onto my lap.

To my utter shock, and I must say, excited pleasure, he smiled, asking me if that had eased my curiosity. Hardly, I thought, but shrugged, instead, starting to apologize for touching him without permission. It was rude of me, I knew. "And such a...fangirlish thing to do," he said, using my word from earlier, and it took me a moment to realize he was teasing me, "Right?" I nodded, and he took my glass. "Good, I just wanted to be sure."

"Sure?"

"That you can't say I got you inebriated before attempting to seduce you Katie," he said, catching me totally off guard. It was the last, although I can't say I'd never thought of it, thing I'd have expected him to say to me. The very last! I didn't know what to say to this announcement and started slightly as I felt his hand upon my lap, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my thigh through the thin, dark material of my favorite skirt. "You're very attractive..." he said, near my ear, his breath a whisper to tickle my skin. I knew I was passable, but I'd never have called myself very attractive.

But, if Ed Harris wanted to believe so, who was I to disagree? I heard my own soft moan as he drew me towards him and nibbled lightly at the side of my throat. All I could think was, "Wow...this is totally...random..." But, oh, my God. His tongue was tracing circles near my ear as his hand began to drift beneath my skirt, drawing the fabric upwards to expose the peaches and cream of my thighs. I tensed and wondered if we should be doing this. He began to whisper in my ear words that made no sense, but which left me weakened and, yes, aroused.

I couldn't stop myself any longer. With a whimper, I gave into my own desires. After all when was I going to get another chance? This could never happen again, I knew. I drew my arms upwards around his neck and he lifted his mouth from my throat to capture my own in a soft, tender kiss that became more frenzied in a matter of moments. I met his kiss, powerful and experienced, with my own, less experienced one. My tongue joined his in a timeless dance trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. I was panting by the time we drew apart, and my cheeks burning from either the drink or my growing feelings of sexual excitement. We looked at each other for a moment.

Just for a moment. Blue eyes to soft hazel. I reached out and clutched his shoulder. I couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth, tongue and the taste of the drink on his breath. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt and I wanted it out of the way. Feeling his own hands begin to carefully undo the buttons of my own raven-hued blouse, I groped at his white shirt until it was unfastened, and that glorious thick chest hair of his was mine to explore at last.

I wriggled out of my blouse and tossed it aside. "Come here..." he said, softly, huskily, and guided me onto his lap with a press of his hand against my side. I shivered as I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants, and felt myself begin to dampen in response. I leaned back a bit as he kneaded my full breasts with his hands, bending forward to slide his tongue across my nipples through the silky fabric of my bra. Reaching around, he unhooked it and it drooped from my body, allowing my breasts freedom. He began to suck and nibble upon first one and then the other, causing my pink-tipped nipples to grow rigid and soft, sweet sounds to escape from my throat.

As I ground my hips against his own, I felt his hands drawing my skirt up higher until his hands touched the bareness of my ass. I caught the surprised expression which flicked across his face as he lifted his head from my breasts and said, quickly, "Don't ask!" before he could.

Knowing that the driver couldn't see, nor hear us...or at least, I hoped that was the case...he moved me from his lap and eased me down upon the seat. Thank goodness the limo's seats were large. My legs parted as he settled himself between them, and I met his mouth with my own passionately, feverishly, my hands trying to be everywhere at once. He trailed a series of wild, nibbling kisses across my chest, paying homage to both of my breasts until they were aching from his attention, downwards to flutter across my stomach. I felt him brushing my thighs a moment before he removed me panties, parted my wetness with a finger and dipped the tip of his tongue between the folds of my womanhood. I cried out and bit my lip, throwing my head back against the seat as he swirled his tongue across my clitoris, sucking and biting gently.

"Oh God, Ed..."

I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly as I felt his tongue replace his fingers and he pressed it inside of my warmth. I writhed against him continued to taste me, sucking at my juices as I drew nearer to climaxing by the moment. Before I could come, however, he pulled away from me and, still stroking my sex tenderly with one hand, began to whisper within my ear all the silly little endearments women want to hear from a man. I felt myself clinch against the finger he'd pushed back inside of me, his other hand still stroking my clitoris, coaxing me to orgasm. I felt myself peaking and came with a sudden, body-shaking scream, trembling on my way back down, only to peak again as he had not stopped touching me; huskily telling me, over and over, that he wanted me to come again...and again...

I knew I wanted more. I needed more. I reached for him, groping for him until he laughed and seemed to take pity on me. He sat up a bit to undo his pants and I watched him pull his out his rock-hard dick. Every bit as impressive as I remembered -- ladies and gents if you've been lucky enough to see an old unedited VHS copy of Swing Shift, you'll know what I'm talking about. Ed reached between us while sucking on the side of my neck, to position himself at my entrance. Entering me slowly, I cringed a bit due to the fact that I knew he was large, but he was gentle, for which I was thankful.

"Are you all right?" Ed asked me, and I nodded, shivering, bucking my hips to meet his own before he relented, and with a groan, sunk his cock deep within my core. I convulsed around him, squeezing involuntarily as he began to be move inside of me, gently at first, and then faster, eagerly. As he pumped harder, he pressed my knees upwards to gain the deepest entry and I began to scream, cry and whimper all at the same time, my hands tugging at his shoulders, then clutching his face as I drew upwards to taste his mouth once more.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, slowing his pace as he turned from my mouth to dip his face into my hair near the side of my throat. I could hear his ragged breathing as I continued to meet his thrusts with my own. Biting down hard, suddenly, upon my neck, he sped up his thrusts and I felt him stiffen above me, his teeth digging into my skin as I felt him release his cum deep inside me.

As our mingled fluids seeped from my pussy, he breathed heavily against my ear and I slowly felt myself drifting back down to earth. I began aware of the limo slowing down and he sat up, reaching down to hand pick up my discarded bra. He handed it to me and I took it without comment. We dressed in silence, I used a few napkins from the mini-bar to clean up with.

"We seem to have arrived," I nodded, feeling the car's movement cease, and he said, "Ready?" Not in a million years, I thought, running my fingers through my hair. But I nodded, knowing I must look a sight with my eyes all wide and my cheeks all flushed.

"Don't forget this," he said grinning as he handed me the signed photo of himself from earlier.

I took it and he drew me from the limo, turning to greet someone rushing towards him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Afterwards, I drifted away from him at the party, content to sit on the sidelines and watch, warmed by glow of the party, the drink I'd been offered upon arriving and the sheer magic of the evening. An evening that I knew, no matter how old I became, or how senile, would remain with me as my once in a lifetime encounter.