unless you've been there, it's hard to imagine the lonliness of being on stage in front of ten thousand people...just you and your guitar. alcohol becomes a bore, drugs are even worse...but that girl, alone in the corner, yeah, that's the one, she's got her eyes zeroed in straight for your heart, the adrenaline rush takes you higher and higher...
your sweaty hands shake uncontrollably, your mouth is dryer than the summers hot desert sand, you can't remember what song you were going to sing first...unless you've learned the secret trick...always have a ringer in your mind, it's actually a good idea to have several, depending on the occasion...this occasion is a johnny cash tribute concert...
as your name is announced your heart jumps out of your chest and you fumble to keep it well hidden. johnny used to bring his hand up to his mouth and fake a cough or clear his throat. i choose to walk by the girl in the corner and as I do, she hands me a request...how'd she know that was one of my ringers?...
the words start filling my head...
"...troubdour...sings from the heart...
...song...that's...hit of the show...
watch him sing...play the strings...his guitar
alone in...spotlights glow...
...song...for someone...loved so true...
...loved him...left him...someone new...
troubadour...smiles as he sings....heart is breaking in two...
...hush in the darkened hall...hearts...heavy...teardrops fall...
...in the crowd...one head is bowed...her heart aches most of all..."
no matter how much confidence you think you have, when your foot hits the stage it's a humbling feeling, especially when the crowd gives a standing ovation before you ever open your mouth...
as i finish the song and look in the direction where the girl sat, her chair is empty. when i step down from the stage she's standing right in front of me, tears streaming down her face. her hands reach around my wrist as she leans into me for a hug. I tuck the guitar around my back like johnny used to do and hug her gently, she leans into me with a stronger, more determined force. when i wrap my arms around her she breaks down completely. the crowd around us increases their applause...it's one of those special moments...
we walk together, her head buried in the crook of my elbow, her emotions are short lived. we stop in front of the refreshment stand, "can i get you something to drink?" Her head nodds affirmatively....
"walk me to my car?"...her request sounds like a question...
"sure, which way?" she tucks her hands around my elbow and leads the way across the parking lot to an empty field. There's a lone vehicle coming into sight and I can't believe my eyes...it's a hot rod pick up truck right out of the early sixties era...fire engine red with white tuck 'n roll upholstery and a rag top. it's a 1926 ford model-t body with a corvette engine and we're walking right toward it. i stop before crossing the road, my eyes glare at her smile, she sees the question mark all over my face and nodds her head, "...well, it's actually my brothers but he's overseas and i get to take care of his pride and joy"...
after talking hot rods for about a half hour she queries, "wanna go to the beach?"
"thought you'd never ask. follow me home so i can drop off my truck and guitar and "we be gone."
"lead the way."
turns out, she's a race car driver on the home town circuit...and, boy howdy, can she drive. most people over steer the corners and usually don't enter or exit correctly, then have to compensate. her skills are impeccable, setting up every turn as if she's on a gran prix course. her four wheel drifts are pure magic, perfectly controlled and executed. we hit the pacific coast highway in record breaking time, then head north to carpenteria, the sun still high, flowery clouds starting to float across the sky...gonna be a terrific sunset...
we stop just outside the town of oxnard for a little nourishment, rest stop, a couple bottles of water...and...a long look at her profile as she heads back toward the truck. my initial thoughts about this attractive, surprize package, were to become friends and check out the atmosphere...i'm starting to get the impression that she loves being in control...there is something overwhelmingly sexy about a woman who has the confidence for taking charge of any given situation then blowing your mind with unanticipated charm...
we pull into a secluded little cove just as the sun rests on the horizon, clouds bursting with pinkish, reddish hues, "wanna go to my favorite hideaway?"...yep, she's definitely in control. "why haven't you tried kissing me yet?" her question catches me by surprize...
"would you let me?" our hands come together, fingers interlacing...
"what if i said, yes"...
before her lips could close, i lean forward watching her eyes close and as our lips meet, my eyes close and we just hold the warmest, most gentle straight forward kiss i can remember...
"wow, you're right out of the history books...nobody kisses like that anymore...i sure do miss that soft delicate touch"...
"todays inventions are tomorrows history, care to be creative?"
"actually, i'm a history buff...until my skin boils, then i wanna jump out, slam that pedal to the metal and go for the checkered flag...so, why don't you give me a history lesson and i'll take us across the finish line"...
"I sure do like your technique."
"O K, why the hesitation?"
"Those were real tears back there and, like you, my heart is so torn apart i don't know if i'll ever find all the pieces"...
"did ya'ever see Grand Prix?" her exhuberance is astounding...
"about 50 times"
"'member when yves montand is explaining to eva-marie saint what he does when he sees a crash?"
"yeah, vaguely..."
"he said, 'while all the other drivers slow down, i bury the gas pedal, 'cause that's what it takes to win'...or something like that"...
"so?..."
"so, it's time to gas it and don't look back...history lessons are over...i want you, rod, and i know you want me..."
"i sure do, but not out of desperation..."
"there you go again...don't look back!!!...we're not desperate now, that was then, remember?, history in the making...the sun's already set, let's make this the start of forever...with no baggage..." i always knew there was something about race car drivers that i just can't resist...this gal can convince a horse that it's a tiger...
"do you believe in love at first sight?"
"come on Rod, you can do better than that...that line's ancient history..."
"you didn't say how far back i could go"
"it doesn't matter, i've loved you from the first strum of that guitar...and that song's my favorite..."
"what's all this nonsense about 'don't look back'?"
"yeah, guess i put up a pretty good front too..."
"i love the part about making this the first day of forever"...
"let's really do it!!!"...
before i could blink an eye she's out of her clothes heading for the surf...ah hell, what's forever for, anyway...
we body surf for almost an hour, the waves are actually calm, we try creating various ways to surf while mimicing kama sutra positions, while our bodies come together briefly there's a surge of excitement, we both attempt holding on to each other longer and longer...finally ending up on the beach in a pose that rivals burt lancaster and deborah kerr in 'from here to eternity'...
"come on, before we both freeze to death, i've got the key to my brothers beach house, just up the road."
"i think i love your brother too!!!"
by the time we hit the shower, our lips and all other sensitive body parts have turned purple and we cringe together almost into a shivering fetal position. our nipples touch but there's no excitement, just pain, goose bumps the size of raisins. the warm water slowly thaws us out as we stand hugging and swaying together. she slowly turns the warm water to hot and our bodies readjust to normal. first, her smile becomes a sexy come-on, then her hands reach for the soap...
"ooooh, is this gonna be fun...up against the wall big guy, your mine."
i lean into the wall with outstreched hands then spread my legs for her unincumbered access. her hands and fingers work their magic and i'm a solid rock at her mercy. she barely strokes my cock and i explode like a fire hose cranked to the max. when she gets through with the lather, i'm looking like a snowman...she gives me a big hug..."your turn, or should i say mine?"
i rinse off completely and she reaches over and holds on to my cock working her fingers exotically into the skin as i begin lathering up her entire body. when i try for her legs she announces, "be creative, i ain't letting go." she massages my cock back to life then starts stroking, surf's up...again...
her hips are a salvador dali rendering, exotically surrealistic and she loves standing on one foot or the other, accentuating her erotic glow. her body is an exquisitely honed and etched to perfection, ninth wonder of the world. When she undulates her pelvic thrusts, her lips purse into the sexiest come get me look i've ever seen, my hands are fighting each other for control of her pussy and rosebud, she takes away all the inhibitions and melts into my hands saying, "both fingers, both hands...do me...i'm so ready"...
her orgasmic convulsions are immediate and all consumming, her body twitches and quivers in my hands and we hug each other with our chests, not wanting to let go of the treasure we hold...
one final rinsing, her hands never let go and as the water rolls down the drain she rotates her hips and i don't hesitate to follow through, entering her pussy from behind in one continuous movement, her moans and sighs confirm her pleasure and within three to four deep penetrating thrusts we hit that second plateau, "Oh god, don't stop...green flag...go the distance...rock...my ...fucking...world...oh, rod...floor it, and don't let up..."
she's a fucking maniac, the likes of which i'll never be able to live without...i finally get to meet my match...
well, we definitely need another shower...this time it's pure soothing delight. we roll and massage each others body parts around in a playfull manner, still feeling the engorged swollen, sparkling tingle from the previous excursion then building up for the third heat...
"hey rod, take me to bed and lose me forever"...
"i love that movie too...hey, by the way what's your name?"
"what do you want it to be?"
we settle into playful banter with favorite movie lines...
"don't play games with me, little girl"
"this ain't no game...anymore...just call me red, like little red riding hood"
"can i devour you, all night long?"
"thought you'd never ask...hey rod...my real names sherry"...
"no way...like the wine?"
"it's my favorite"...
"think i'll make it mine"...
...this is what forever's for...
......dedicated to the queen of forever......
thanks for all of your support, you wonderful people...see you when we get back from california...unless there's a little fire engine red hot rod headed for the sunset...don't forget to boogie...
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