Dance

Anita never missed an appointment and rarely drank. But with the black&blue tour almost ending in a month, she was tired of never going out with the other dancers & the rest of the band to party. And AJ-the rebel of the band-spoke directly to her erotic alter ego. She had admired him for four months, and she couldn't ignore her desires any longer.
AJ was sitting on the side of the stage, watching the rest of the guys warm-up. Even with the flu, he looked sexy. He'd been sick for a few days now, canceling two Boston shows, and Anita just ached to nurse him back to health. She made her way over.
"Excuse me, AJ?" she asked.
He turned to her and smiled. Though his eyes were covered with sunglasses, she could see the specks of gold.
"I'm Anita. Listen, Fatima wants to speak to you in your dressing room."
"Alright, mind walking me there? I'm still a little dizzy."
Everything was going as she planned. "Sure no problem. I'll lend you a hand," she said, trying to sound casual.
She put one hand on his arm and one on his beefy shoulder. As he teetered his way down the stairs, her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered if her seduction scheme would pay off.
When they stepped inside the empty dressing room, he looked around and asked, "Where's Fatima?"
"Well," Anita spoke, biting her lip, "I have a confession to make. Fatima didn't want to see you privately, I did."
"Ooookay," he said, clearly confused.
"I've wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you," she whispered.
"Well then I have a confession too," he said. "I've seen the way you dance & I've wondered what it would be like to be with you."
That was all she needed. Anita made her way over to AJ and took his large hands into hers. Pushing him down on the nearest chair, she traced the curve of his jaw with her pinkie nail. She hungrily kissed his neck and slid her tongue down to his collarbone. He reached to unbutton her shirt, but she entwined her fingers with his. "Uh-uh, me first," she said.
With AJ pinned beneath her, Anita could do what she pleased to his brawny body. She pulled off his abercrombie t-shirt and began kissing his broad chest and six-pack abs. Drawing herself back to his mouth, Anita lost herself in his lips, sinking deeper into their unbroken kiss.
AJ's moans unleashed the bad girl she always knew was inside. She slid off her skirt and inched up his chest, kneeling over him until his mouth was beneath her. Lowering herself, she let him tease her into a frenzy. Needing to feel him inside her, she unzipped his pants and climbed on top of him. They found a wild, unbridled rhythm. "God, you're incredible!" AJ cried, as they gave into their mounting passion. Her body tightened before a sweet release. Anita lifted herself off his sinewy body to catch her breath as AJ gently wiped beads of sweat from her breastbone. For Anita, it felt almost as good as wipping away her good-girl reputation. She gazed over at AJ and before she could thank him, she sneezed.
AJ laughed and said, "Looks like you caught my flu!"

Thanks to Cosmopolitan Magazine for the story.

Dance to my tune