I walked down the night street, savoring the smells of the cool darkness and enjoying the sights and sounds of a city awake at night. It was not a chilly night in the grand scheme of things, and walking without a jacket did make it seem a bit cooler. But it really was not necessary. If someone were to ask me to guess the temperature, I would have to say it would be around sixty-five to seventy degrees. Perfect weather for a walk in the town.
This time of night, there were a respectable number of folks still walking around and doing the things that people do at night. Shopping, bar hopping, going to concerts or movies. For me, this was just the perfect night to go for a quiet walk. A soft breeze kicked up a few browned leaves blowing them through the air. I could smell the faint scent of moisture in the air. It might rain soon, but not for a good couple of hours. Perhaps not until morning. Walking past an outdoor restaurant, the wonderful smells of Chinese food wafted through the air, delighting the senses. I was not hungry, but the urge to sit down and indulge in a late-night snack was suddenly, quite strong.
Fighting off that urge, but unable to keep a smile off my face, I continued walking down the street. Then my ears picked something up above the light din of the city around me. A melody so sweet, and a tone so pure that it pierced through me freezing me in step. I cocked my head to one side letting the music wash over me. The notes flickered and danced across my subconscious mind, and I felt like someone was casting a spell over me. My feet started to move of their own accord, and I found myself crossing the street towards what looked like a small club.
A large, burly man stood at the door; his arms crossed over his massive chest. I was not a short individual, but this man made me feel like a dwarf. He glared down at me as I pulled out my driver's license. Leaning over to inspect my ID, the big man nodded once and stepped to the side. I slipped past him into the room, and the music hit me full force. It washed over me like a forlorn lover, teasing my skin with its gentle touch and warming me to the core with the sheer affection of it. The passionate force of it washed over me making me shiver.
I walked into the room, drawn forwards by the inescapable power of the music. The notes danced and jived in a rhythm of jazz produced with such passion that one could not help but smile. The room was packed with people. Every chair I could see was filled; every table occupied. I made my way across the room and found a space along the wall where I could just stand and listen.
Once in my spot, I looked towards the stage and for the first time, noticed the players. The band was a small five-piece band consisting of a drummer, piano, bass guitar, lead guitarist and a saxophone player. Sitting behind the drum-set was a short dark-skinned man, dwarfed by his set of drums. Wielding his drumsticks like a Ginsu-chef, with all the practiced precision that can only come with years and years of practice, he pounded out a rhythm for the rest of the players to follow. His dark hair danced across
his forehead where it was nearly matted with the sweat of his efforts.
To the left of him was a large upright piano. Not a particularly elegant device, yet the sound coming from it matched the rhythm of the drums without error. The player, a young woman with definite skill, was dressed in simple slacks and a white shirt. With her back to the crowd, the young woman's tight bun of deep brown hair bobbed and weaved in time to the music.
Just to the right of the piano was the lead guitar player. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he seemed a little underdressed compared to the rest of the players. His hair was cut close to the skin, and eyes closed as his hands danced over the strings.
On the far-right side of the stage, was the bass player. In a pair of dark slacks, a button-down shirt, and a long trench coat, his clothes seemed a stark contrast to the rest. I almost got the feeling he stepped out of the crowd to join them on the stage. Yet, he kept up providing the bass line to the song with flawless ease, taking his cues from the rest of the band.
Despite the colorful players of the band, the centerpiece of the stage was the tenor saxophone player. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair danced around her shoulders as she dipped in tune to the incredible music she produced from her instrument. Wearing a simple button-down white blouse, and a knee-length blue skirt, she shined out from the rest of the band. It was clear in an instant that they were there for her. A pair of simple sandals clung to her feet, and yet she seemed comfortable amidst the band, and the crowd. With eyes closed, her fingers danced over the keys.
Then her eyes opened, and I found myself peering into the most incredible depthless green I had ever seen. In that moment, I felt myself drowning in the beauty of that immortal soul that produced such incredible music that if I died right in that moment, I could be the happiest man alive or dead. Her gaze locked with mine, and the rest of the room melted away.
The crowd vanished into darkness, the band faded into gray, and it was only her and I standing in the bright lights of the stage. The saxophone was no longer in her hands, but I could still hear the tune filling my soul. She looked up at me, with those incredible eyes.
She reached out to me, and I took her hand in mine. As our flesh made contact, I felt a burst of light in the back of my head. There was such passion and fire in this woman, that there and then she was the only woman in the world for me. I leaned forward into her, and she pulled herself against me. Our lips met in a passionate embrace that only fueled the music that filled the air around us.
My hands found the top button of her blouse, and it popped free. She pulled back from our kiss, and those piercing green eyes burned right through my soul. Her hands snaked up to my chest and they seemed to burn right through my shirt into my flesh. I looked down, and my shirt was gone, falling to the floor in tatters of cloth. Her right hand was flat against my chest, cool to the touch, yet burning me inside with her fire. Her left hand circled around my back, and I felt her nails slide across my skin.
Looking back at her blouse, the buttons were all undone, and it swung open to reveal a black bra. Her two perfect breasts held in place and supported by this simple piece of cloth. I caressed her smiling face with my left hand as I reached behind her with my right and popped the clasp free.
She pulled her arms back to her body and the blouse and bra dropped onto the stage. Her small hands clasped her breasts as she stood vulnerable before me. Those piercing green eyes peered into me and I smiled. Disarmed of whatever emotion was consuming her, her jaw dropped as I stepped forward. I placed my hands on top of hers and gently pulled them off her chest to reveal two small perfectly formed breasts. She blushed as I gazed at them.
