As we pulled back onto the highway I settled back into seat of the jeep feeling completely exhausted but rejuvenated at the same time. My body began to feel the rigors of the last 24 hours and I chuckled quietly at the delicious ache between my thighs. I looked over and you were gorgeous in the hot sun, your tan skin seemed to glow; long tendrils of your hair blowing in the wind. I reached over and touched your cheek lightly; you leaned your head into my touch and smiled.
I wasn't too surprised when you turned onto the dirt road that led to your house. Inside I was shouting a hallelujah I had to tinkle and wanted to shower off the remnants of the desert, sweat and our sky high loving. You reached for my hand and said
"I hope it's ok to stop by here, I'd really like to clean up a bit."
"Why don't you grab what you need for the weekend and stay with me?" you looked surprised, pleasantly surprised and nodded enthusiastically
"What about your conference"
"It's not until tomorrow and my portion of the presentation is rather short. I should be in and out of there by noon." I blushed a bit I'd only known you a day and already felt like you were the the other half of me. "You can come along if you'd like, I'm giving a presentation on Puccini's influence over the operatic genre... hot sexy stuff!" You laughed as I smiled and said
"Of course I want to hear about... Puchyninny?" We laughed as I corrected your pronunciation and your smile took my breath away.
You packed a bag while I used the restroom and we were off for the resort again. I noticed you had thrown one of your guitars in the back seat and I felt a tingle deep in my belly I couldn't wait to hear you... to experience your music. I had several messages at the front desk from my colleagues when we got there; they had all arrived safely and wanted to know where I was. I couldn't believe I had forgotten all about them... I wasn't leaving Hawk but I needed to at least let them know I was indeed present and accounted for. We walked through the door as I said
"I need to make a few phone calls, Hawk, why don't you shower first?" You grabbed me from behind turning me around slowly, your body pressed my back against the wall, your strong hands on my cheeks and kissed me so softly, so sweetly that I was breathless. I opened my eyes slowly to meet yours; you leaned in for another kiss; deeper, more sensual this time, our tongues slowly swirling while my body began to melt against yours.
"No time for loitering, lady, our flight plans have already been set!" I almost moaned as you pulled away from me, my body already warming, the heat of desire sparking and spreading. But I was excited about the helicopter flight so I kissed you lightly and made for the phone to make my calls.
I stepped in the shower behind you, wrapped my arms around your torso, my cheek against your wet back, skin molding and melting together. I couldn't believe the feelings that were flooding through me, how could I be so helplessly in love with you already? It seemed impossible and yet the surge of blood to my heart and my sex confirmed my suspicions. You turned in my arms, your wet skin hot against mine raising goose bumps and wrinkling my nipples to a hard peak. You pulled me under the falling water and kissed me, our lips slick and tongues pitching in the splash.
"Don't tempt me, woman or we'll never make our flight!"
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you." I replied with bated breath as your soapy fingers moved between my thighs and straight to the bud found at the top; you skillfully worked its surface while your other arm held me solidly. I buried my face into your neck, nibbling, licking tasting you as the blaze of sheer sexual pleasure surged through me. My knees wobbled a bit and you chuckled lightly as you pulled me closer, kissed me again and with a light spank on my rump you left me alone in the warm spray. I leaned back against the marbled shower and tried to catch my breath; the aftershocks still traveling through me.
Within an hour we had showered, dressed, picked on the remnants of the fruit basket and were ready to head out the door to our next adventure. My anticipation began to rise as we neared Airport Road, my tummy tingled a bit as I remembered the last flight. You squeezed my hand and smiled
"Are you excited?" I nodded eagerly
I loved Sedona from the ground up but from the sky down it was spectacular! Layer upon layer of rusty reds, orange, golds and copper; all changing and morphing as the clouds passed by, it's like looking at the world through a prism. The ancient cliff dwellings are amazing! It's like glimpsing back in time to see how the Sinagua tribe adapted to their environment, their mansions in the sky still standing strong through all the centuries. My imagination took over as I wondered what had made them leave their desert sanctuary; the ancient water well found nearby was yet another testament to their ability to live in such harsh surroundings and yet something made them leave this mystic place.
Some say Sedona is just the next Santa Fe with its art galleries, a new age Mecca with an endless array of metaphysical shops touting psychics, sages, angels, crystal and maps to supernatural vortex locations. But there is truth in some of that spiritual stuff; the Sinagua, Yavapai, and Apache tribes knew it ages ago, and the Hopi and Navajo knew it now and so did I. I had felt that vortex energy swirling around me and through me and no matter what you call it, it is truly an incredible experience.
You timed our flight perfectly; it was nearly sundown when you popped the cork on the champagne and we sipped while we watched the colors change and the sky darken. When we finally turned back towards the airport there was a dark storm coming in from the north; its dark clouds and frequent lightening created the most beautiful juxtaposition from the stark bright sunshine surrounding the storm. The result was something I'd never seen before, a double rainbow. The lower ring had the normal range of colors descending from light to dark, however, the upper rings' colors were reversed, a paler mirror image, it was spectacular and I was filled with wonder as I squeezed your hand.
When we landed you helped me down and even though my feet were planted on terra firma my head was still in the sky. We walked inside arm in arm and I was once again struck by the emotions you stirred in me; it was as if a seed had been planted and was growing out of control inside of me.
When we got back to Skydance you led me into the bar where you played and with the familial greetings from everyone I could tell you spent as much time there off the stage as you did on. I felt the first pang of uncertainty in nearly 36 hours as the gorgeous blonde bartender hugged you and eyed me over your shoulder. Suddenly I wondered how many women you had brought here, was I just one among many? Was I just another aging tart on vacation ripe for the picking by the handsome native? I felt my face flush as I imagined the previous day's activities reenacted with dozens and dozens of other women. I was drawn from my thoughts as the blonde pulled me into her arms
"Hi, I'm Angie!" I was startled, that wasn't what I was expecting but her embrace was warm and her smile was infectious.
"Hi, I'm Katie." I said meekly
"Hawk, you old devil, how'd you get so lucky?" Angie punched your arm like a kid "What can I get you guys to drink?"
"Darlin, what are you drinking?" you called me darling in front of this unbelievably beautiful woman and suddenly I wasn't so sure I was just another woman. I stammered as our eyes met and you smiled
"We'll have 2 Corona's, thank you Angie." You didn't look away as you spoke and I was falling deeper into your stare until you took my hand and led me to the far end of the bar right next to the stage. My heart started to hammer as I realized I was finally going to hear you sing. I was afraid that if you sang as good as you looked I would be hopelessly lost, whether I was important to you or not.
People were clamoring about and as I looked around I could see the place was setting up for the night's entertainment and I had a front row seat. You kissed my cheek and told me you had to go get ready and I felt the familiar twinge of excitement start in the deepest part of me. The anticipation of a performance is almost as intoxicating as the performance itself and I could almost feel you pulsing with the adrenalin I knew was flooding your system. I smiled and said
"In Bocca Del Lupo" your eyes raised
"Wow, that was sexy... say it again."
"In Bocca del Lupo... into the mouth of the wolf... it's an old Italian tradition."
"I'm impressed. Kinda like good luck, right?" I quickly pressed my finger to your lips and shook my head
"Never, ever say good luck on stage... its bad mojo!"
"Really? Another Italian tradition?" I nodded "Then I can only hope that YOU are the wolf!" It was like a bolt of lightened dropped from the sky when our lips touched and I heard whistles and cat calls that made you chuckle and me blush; but you just dipped me way back on the barstool and kissed me deeper while the crowd roared in appreciation. When you let me go I was breathless and I could feel the blush creeping as I squeezed my thighs tight against my hardening clit. No one had ever had that kind of effect on me and I was certain it was written across my face in neon paint. I felt as giddy as a teenager and incredibly silly but I couldn't help but smile as the butterflies danced in my belly.
When you walked out on stage I was filled with such exhilaration that I was nearly jumping up and down like a rabid fan but instead I held my composure and remained seated as the crowd welcomed you. You didn't need an introduction, this was your home and you stepped up to the mic confidently.
"Good evening, everybody." You waved to someone in the back and laughed while someone else chided you about me. "Yeah, well Roscoe, that little lady is Katie and she saved my ass a few days ago so you all behave like gentlemen, ya hear?" I blushed again but smiled slightly as I tipped my head down; I wasn't just another woman and that made my heart swell and rise in my throat.
From the first note I was lost in a symphonic haze, the blues, unlike classical music had no true form; no defined time signatures that I could detect and yet the rhythms were unmistakable and stirring. Instead of dictated sheet music the songs were driven by the emotions of the words and of the singer; playing to the natural cadence that the words implied. I found his music unbelievably sexy to my trained ear, my extremely regimented ear, the sounds swirling around me like a sensual aural seduction saying its ok to color "outside the lines" suddenly I saw the lines and music notes falling off the pages of music in my mind. Ad libbing was not something one encountered in Opera, every beat and note was memorized; each syllable perfected by months sometimes years of lessons and rehearsals. And yet here was this body grooving, hip grinding, low down sexy music moving me in a way I could never have imagined. I realized at that moment I had A LOT to learn about music!
By your last set I was dancing and singing along with everyone else in the place. Angie kept the Corona's coming all night and even coaxed me into a couple of shots of tequila. I knew I would regret that in the morning but I didn't care I was having the best time of my life. When you came up behind me I could feel the heat radiating from your body before you touched me, it was the same magical feeling I had when our arms touched in the Mustang less than 48 hours ago; it was Love. Love like Puccini wrote about; a love that all his characters I recreate are willing to die for, a love I finally understood.
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