The club was packed, hot, steamy and dark - just the way I like it. The stage, conspicuously empty, a spotlight shining patiently on a stool. I couldn't stand still. The nervous energy inside me like a volcano about to erupt. I had come by myself, intent on one thing alone, and my mind was consumed with the anticipation of what the night would bring. The crowd started to get restless, jostling each other, catcalls being thrown into the air all around me. Finally, someone announced over the loud speaker that the entertainment was only moments away, and the crowd burst into wild cheers. It was to be a special, stripped down performance and had drawn a huge gathering of people who recognised true talent when they saw it.
He emerged from side stage, his guitar over his shoulder, jogging toward the stool to settle in. My heart skipped a few beats, my pulse racing uncontrollably, fighting the urge to jump up on the stage and maul him on the spot. The light directly on his face, he looked up at the audience and smiled - that fucking sexy ass smirk that made me weak. I allowed myself to stare brazenly, not giving a shit who saw the rampant lust all over my face. I was a few lines back from the front row and planned to wait for the right moment to reveal myself. Though my eyes never left him, with every word in every song, I was drawn closer to the stage. As I manoeuvred my way into a position where he would be able to see me, I felt overwhelmed by the excitement of what was now inevitable. My whole body tingled and a warmth flooded through my blood, making me grab hold of the person next to me so as not to fall over.
The song had finished and as he launched into the next, an acoustic rendition of "Sex on Fire" (oh shit!!), the burning in my thighs rushed up and pulsated on my mound. I was practically fucking panting, my mouth open and my hands stroking my body, totally unaware that there was anybody else in the room other than myself and HIM. Half way through the song, he lifted his face to look at the crowd and caught a glimpse of my own. A note cut short, a glimmer of confusion - nobody else would have noticed, but I did. The moments ticked by in a haze, as my eyes bore into his face, willing him to find me again. They did, and the shock of recognition was unmistakable this time. He had only seen one picture of my face - a badly taken, hastily sent photograph sent over the net at his request, in a moment of weakness for my usually controlled emotions. But he recognised me all the same. Ever the professional, he managed to finish the song, to the outrageous applause of the audience. The set over, and an imminent break on the cards, he lifted his guitar over his shoulder and got up to walk off stage again. I waited, holding my breath to see if he would make contact. Still walking, he turned his head toward where I was standing transfixed, and looked straight into my eyes. "Ruby?!" he mouthed an astonished whisper. I smiled cheekily and nodded as he turned back and exited the stage, glancing back more than once, to ensure I was not a figment of his imagination.
I was in a quandary. What to do NOW?! Should I wait until the end of the gig, when he would be exhausted and probably whisked off to some party or event with his entourage? NO. I did not come here to watch a gig and go home unfulfilled. I decided to bite the bullet, and pushed my way through the crowd to the backstage door, face to face with two burly, serious looking blokes , whom I was unsure how to handle. Thank god, my natural instincts took over! I gazed up at them provocatively, one hand on my chest, practically pointing to my erect nipple visible through the tight blue satin shirt I had on and the other riding up my thigh, drawing attention to my long, bare legs and short black skirt, and smiled sweetly.
"I was wondering if I could pop out the back to say hello to Mark?... I'm an old friend of his"
The guys scanned my entire luscious body from head to toe with their eyes and smirked back "Your name please, miss?"
"Ruby... Ruby Red"
I only had to wait a few minutes whilst they presumably checked with him that I was indeed a desired visitor, when I was quickly ushered down a dark hallway to a closed door. I glanced at the security guards and hesitated, positive I did not want any witnesses to what I intended to do. They got the message and stalked off, disappointed at the obvious "get lost!" look on my face. In those following seconds, hundreds of images and tantalising memories coursed through my mind. Months of chatting on the internet with this amazingly hot man had taken over my life, the obsession to posses some reality to my fantasies, driving me to this very door. I took a ragged breath, and knocked.
"Come in" A deep, sexy voice. HIS voice.
As I turned the handle, the doubts continued to assail my mind. What if he didn't appreciate this unannounced visit? What if he preferred to keep his fantasies as just that? What if...?
The door swung open and I had my answer. For there he stood in front of me, his pants around his ankles; totally naked, totally hard and totally fuckable. Just like a dream.
But this was no dream!! My mind went beSERK. I struggled to move, let alone say anything even remotely engaging.
"Shut the door Ruby" he commanded in a low growl, staring at me seriously.
Without even looking, unable to remove my eyes from his incredible body, I slammed the door shut behind me and leant back into it, turning the lock behind my back.
"Wow" I managed to get out. But this was no time for idle chit-chat. Besides, we had done nothing but bloody talk for such a long time now and the next set was due to start in less than 15 minutes!
My gaze drifted down to his perfect cock and rested there. It grew even more (if that's possible!) and pulsed under my stare. The raw sexual chemistry in the air was electric. I felt hot and dangerous beneath its power. I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest, trailing my fingertips down his torso. The whole time, our eyes were locked onto each other, whilst my fingers finally reached their destination. I wrapped my hand delicately around his shaft and lightly stroked from base to tip, his wetness dropping into my palm. Never losing eye contact, I leant forward and brushed my lips against his, tracing them with my tongue and groaning into his open mouth. His hands slowly reached to the buttons on the front of my shirt undoing one, then two... just enough to expose my cleavage and the delicate lace on the cusp of my black bra encapsulating my now aching breasts.