Deb Hanson
02-08-2010, 02:35 AM
The Interlude
I knew I shouldn't be here, as the gates opened and the limousine pulled in. I had told myself this over and over traveling down the highway, my mind preoccupied and thoughts racing as I watched the passing landscape through the windows from where I sat in the rear of the plush vehicle. "...Deb, you shouldn't be here...you know you’ve promised yourself to another..."
But I couldn't stay away. I needed to feel the exhilaration of Michael's love and his body close to mine. The risk of being caught was worth taking, just to be in his arms and taste him again, our souls entwined if only for a few brief moments. The gifted phenom could do what no other could, at the microphone, on stage, and under the sheets. Yes, I knew I shouldn't be here, but I had to have him.
I could hear the rhythmic music off in the distance, beckoning me to find him as the warm afternoon sun began to recede into twilight, his favorite time of day. "… come and dance … on the floor … in the round …" The sound guiding me to my destination, I nervously made my way on foot through the tranquil surroundings to the studio, my plan to hide in a place where he wouldn't see me.
Peeking around the doorway I found him there, all reservations about coming falling away in an instant. Memories of our last encounter came flooding back and my body trembled with anticipation, involuntarily crying out that it was once again ready to be the receptacle of his love.
I watched at a distance as Michael artfully spun ‘round and ‘round, sliding and kicking at all the right moments, every step having a purpose, his face and lithe body shiny with sweat. His gyrating hips moved in perfect time to the pulsating beat emanating loudly from the vibrating speakers, making my insides rumble to their core. His cropped black pants and bright socks accentuated his every move, illuminating a master at work perfecting his craft as he faced the mirrored wall before him. The power and anger of his movement belied a softness and femininity that women found irresistible.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection out of the corner of his eye, Michael said nothing but continued to dance, slower now, and grinning slightly as he made his way across the room to soften the music and quench his hot body with water. I remained where I stood, breathlessly waiting for an invitation to join him, as he loosely wrapped a towel around his neck.
Turning toward me now, Michael used both hands to slip free of the dark sunglasses he wore so well and cast them aside, revealing his large, expressive eyes. He removed a fedora from atop his head and tossed it to the floor, causing a cascade of wet kinky locks to fall around his neck. Giving his head a quick shake, he ran his fingers through his wild, dark mane and wiped the warm sweat from his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled now as he looked at me and softly bit his lower lip, tempting me to come to him. Lord have mercy, he looked good.
His expression grew intense and a sexy pout came over his face, as he walked toward me and stopped at the center of the worn wooden dance floor, the canvas upon which he painted his art. He opened his arms wide and waited for me to meet him there, where we embraced and began to move as one to a new pounding beat of his own creation, "… I gave her passion … my very soul … I gave her promises and secrets so untold …" I felt the elation of being in his arms again wash over me.
Breaking free of our embrace, Michael held my shoulders and walked me slowly backward into the corner as he looked into my eyes, guiding both my hands and placing them behind my waist, resting them on the dance bar behind me. He held them there while leaning in to softly sweep stray wisps from my forehead, and I felt his sweet, warm breath brush my face. I looked up into his eyes and knew we were meant to be together this day.
He was in control of what happened next and, I, completely vulnerable to his touch. My body tingled in unmentionable places as he lifted my chin with his long, sensuous fingers, looked intently into my eyes, and whispered, "Girl, I wanna rock with you…"
Michael leaned in closer and touched my lips with his fingers before our mouths met in a lingering kiss that sent warm shivers through my body, a whetting appetizer for what was to come.
He stood and pulled me close for another intimate embrace, as I touched the dark ringlets that fell from his hairline around his forehead and explored every feature of his beautiful dark face with my eyes. His long arms fit perfectly around me and fully enveloped my body in his love, his scent now covering us both. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as my arms encircled his small waist and I lay my head against his warm chest.
Trying, still, to recover from his deep and passionate kiss, I whispered, "Someone will find us,” as doubts about our forbidden love threatened to invade our encounter. He pulled me in tighter, "Don’t worry, we’re all alone here," his warm breath tickling my ear.
I felt my willpower slip away now as Michael lifted me from where I stood and walked me to a nearby dressing table, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he gently placed me on soft towels that lay there. I opened myself to him as I grabbed his shirt and drew him in close. My hands pulled his thick hair and face toward mine, as our lips met again for an open-mouthed kiss that told me there was no turning back.
All others vanished from my mind as he smiled and I heard him whisper, “Girl, we’re gonna rock the night away…”
I knew I shouldn't be here, as the gates opened and the limousine pulled in. I had told myself this over and over traveling down the highway, my mind preoccupied and thoughts racing as I watched the passing landscape through the windows from where I sat in the rear of the plush vehicle. "...Deb, you shouldn't be here...you know you’ve promised yourself to another..."
But I couldn't stay away. I needed to feel the exhilaration of Michael's love and his body close to mine. The risk of being caught was worth taking, just to be in his arms and taste him again, our souls entwined if only for a few brief moments. The gifted phenom could do what no other could, at the microphone, on stage, and under the sheets. Yes, I knew I shouldn't be here, but I had to have him.
I could hear the rhythmic music off in the distance, beckoning me to find him as the warm afternoon sun began to recede into twilight, his favorite time of day. "… come and dance … on the floor … in the round …" The sound guiding me to my destination, I nervously made my way on foot through the tranquil surroundings to the studio, my plan to hide in a place where he wouldn't see me.
Peeking around the doorway I found him there, all reservations about coming falling away in an instant. Memories of our last encounter came flooding back and my body trembled with anticipation, involuntarily crying out that it was once again ready to be the receptacle of his love.
I watched at a distance as Michael artfully spun ‘round and ‘round, sliding and kicking at all the right moments, every step having a purpose, his face and lithe body shiny with sweat. His gyrating hips moved in perfect time to the pulsating beat emanating loudly from the vibrating speakers, making my insides rumble to their core. His cropped black pants and bright socks accentuated his every move, illuminating a master at work perfecting his craft as he faced the mirrored wall before him. The power and anger of his movement belied a softness and femininity that women found irresistible.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection out of the corner of his eye, Michael said nothing but continued to dance, slower now, and grinning slightly as he made his way across the room to soften the music and quench his hot body with water. I remained where I stood, breathlessly waiting for an invitation to join him, as he loosely wrapped a towel around his neck.
Turning toward me now, Michael used both hands to slip free of the dark sunglasses he wore so well and cast them aside, revealing his large, expressive eyes. He removed a fedora from atop his head and tossed it to the floor, causing a cascade of wet kinky locks to fall around his neck. Giving his head a quick shake, he ran his fingers through his wild, dark mane and wiped the warm sweat from his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled now as he looked at me and softly bit his lower lip, tempting me to come to him. Lord have mercy, he looked good.
His expression grew intense and a sexy pout came over his face, as he walked toward me and stopped at the center of the worn wooden dance floor, the canvas upon which he painted his art. He opened his arms wide and waited for me to meet him there, where we embraced and began to move as one to a new pounding beat of his own creation, "… I gave her passion … my very soul … I gave her promises and secrets so untold …" I felt the elation of being in his arms again wash over me.
Breaking free of our embrace, Michael held my shoulders and walked me slowly backward into the corner as he looked into my eyes, guiding both my hands and placing them behind my waist, resting them on the dance bar behind me. He held them there while leaning in to softly sweep stray wisps from my forehead, and I felt his sweet, warm breath brush my face. I looked up into his eyes and knew we were meant to be together this day.
He was in control of what happened next and, I, completely vulnerable to his touch. My body tingled in unmentionable places as he lifted my chin with his long, sensuous fingers, looked intently into my eyes, and whispered, "Girl, I wanna rock with you…"
Michael leaned in closer and touched my lips with his fingers before our mouths met in a lingering kiss that sent warm shivers through my body, a whetting appetizer for what was to come.
He stood and pulled me close for another intimate embrace, as I touched the dark ringlets that fell from his hairline around his forehead and explored every feature of his beautiful dark face with my eyes. His long arms fit perfectly around me and fully enveloped my body in his love, his scent now covering us both. I could feel his heartbeat quicken as my arms encircled his small waist and I lay my head against his warm chest.
Trying, still, to recover from his deep and passionate kiss, I whispered, "Someone will find us,” as doubts about our forbidden love threatened to invade our encounter. He pulled me in tighter, "Don’t worry, we’re all alone here," his warm breath tickling my ear.
I felt my willpower slip away now as Michael lifted me from where I stood and walked me to a nearby dressing table, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he gently placed me on soft towels that lay there. I opened myself to him as I grabbed his shirt and drew him in close. My hands pulled his thick hair and face toward mine, as our lips met again for an open-mouthed kiss that told me there was no turning back.
All others vanished from my mind as he smiled and I heard him whisper, “Girl, we’re gonna rock the night away…”