It had been a long night, and I was beat. We had just finished a set at the Whisky Club, and I sang so hard, my vocal chords were almost torn. I just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed at this point. But, sleep was the last thing I would be doing this night. As I turned to watch the crowd file out, she caught my eye. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, stunning green eyes, and a body most women would kill for. I couldn't take my eyes off her, as I watched her talking to her friends. "Jake" I called out, motioning for one of our roadies to come over to me. Jake approached me, and I pointed her out and told him that I wanted to see her. Jake winked at me, and headed off the stage towards her, as I headed backstage for a shower.
“Miss?” Jake asked. She turned around nervously.
“Hi.” she said, flashing him a small smile.
“Hey, did you and your friends want to come back to meet the band? They’re having a meet and greet thing back there with some contest winners and one of the band mates saw you guys and asked that I come get you.”
“Oh my GOD!’ she exclaimed. ‘You CAN’T be serious!’
Jake nodded and she rushed over to grab her three friends.
Twenty minutes later, they were backstage with the other fans. Amidst all the hoopla, I spotted her in the crowd, and smiled in her direction. She smiled back, and I motioned for her to come join me. “Hey darlin’” I said “glad to see my guys caught you before you left.” She smiled as she realized that it was me who had been the one to send the roadie over to bring her backstage. We stood talking for several minutes as fans came up one by one. She smelled so good and we were getting along so wonderfully that I bravely found myself inching closer and closer to her. I couldn’t believe that I was standing backstage flirting with this gorgeous woman.
“You know,” she said playfully “I always wanted to learn to play the guitar.”
“Oh really? Well babe, why don’t you stick around when all the fans leave” I said with mischief in my eyes. “We could go up to the hotel and I’ll -- teach you.”
“I‘d love to” she said, smiling brightly.
I smiled affectionately and leaned close to whisper something in her ear. She trembled as I pushed away her hair and my hot breath touched her neck.
“Meet me at the Hyatt hotel down the street in a half hour - Floor 37, Suite 4. I’ll tell the front desk clerk to have someone escort you up. Tell them you’re there to see Thor.”
She backed away and started to laugh hysterically. I joined her laughter and swore that that was my “code name” for the night. I gave her a quick squeeze and walked over to the rest of the band, preparing to leave.
Forty-five minutes later, she was stepping off the elevator and onto the 37th floor. The desk clerk had laughed when she said she was there to see Thor, but she knew exactly who she was and where she was to be taken. She scanned the hallway and found Suite 4 to her left. Nervously, she tapped on the door.
“Yes?” I questioned from within.
“It - It’s me” she stuttered.
“Me who?”
“Thor” she said with a laugh. I burst out laughing as I unlocked the door to let her in.
We walked into the huge living room and my eyes widened in awe. She was even more beautiful then I thought. I sat down on the big overstuffed couch and patted the spot next to me.
“Come on baby, there’s room for you right here.”
She settled down next to me and I reached around to grab an acoustic guitar that was resting next to the couch. She took it from me and held it in her lap.
“No, no” I laughed “Hold it like this.”
Gently turning her back to me, I put my arms around her waist and placed the guitar in her arms. I inhaled deeply as I buried my nose in her long hair.
“Mmmm, you smell sooo good.” I murmured. I drew my left hand up, pushed her hair back away from her neck and moved closer. My lips brushed against her neck as I begain to caress her cheek. She turned slightly, and I smiled, looking deep into her eyes.
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” I whispered passionately as my lips grew closer to her's. Teasingly, I backed away from her and took the guitar from her arms. I took her by the hands and pulled her up while saying “Dance with me.”
I lead her over to the stereo, and popped in a CD and soft music filled the room. I spun around and pulled her to me - our bodies pressing together tightly. My hands caressed her back as she rested her arms around my neck, allowing her fingers to run through my hair. I looked intensely into her eyes - and she into mine - as we slowly swayed with the music. She ran her hands down my muscular arms, then my chest, and finally wrapped them around my waist. I pulled her closer, and she bashfully looked away.