| This Actor Inspired Me to Write a Story
She has just come back from the theatre after a late performance. She was so tired that she could hardly wait to fall down into her warm, soft bed.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the phone rang. "What lunatic calls at this time of night?" She thought and answered with a sleepy voice.
"Good evening, Miss, have I woken you up?" She heard a pleasant and somehow known man's voice.
But she did not feel like talking, so she replied angrily, "Of course you have woken me up!"
"Oh, excuse me, please, but I simply couldn't resist to hear you..." He stammered shyly.
"And... what now?" She asked impatiently.
"Nothing, I just wanted to wish you good night."
"Good night!" She shouted and banged the receiver down. She fell asleep, but after a short time and not many sweet dreams, somebody rang the door bell.
"Well, now this is too much!" She thought and jumped out of bed, ready to be very unpleasant to the uninvited visitor. She peeped through the door opening and almost fainted from surprise.
In front of her door there was the actor whose performance she had just watched and who she had been in love with for some time, like a teenage girl, although she was in her late thirties.
"What should I do?" She asked herself. Almost against her will and better judgment, because she was afraid of unannounced visitors, she opened the door... The actor smiled shyly, and handed her a bunch of flowers held in front of him.
"These is for you! I saw you in the audience. I have seen you many times during this performance, so I thought..."
He looked very confused and, not knowing what to say next, he stepped towards the stairs to leave. But, she invited him to stay a little time with her.
As soon as he entered, they both felt their mutual, overpowering passion taking over their bodies, and they felt a compelling desire to touch each other. He came close to her and gently, warmly with obvious feeling, stroked her shoulder. After which, slowly raising her arms around his neck, she gave him her quivering lips, thirsty for the touch of his lips.
She enjoyed the most passionate night in her life with her idol, whose performances she had never missed. He whispered the sweetest words and made passionate love to her as if he was her fan, just as she was his.
In the morning, she woke up and looked at the clock. Time for work had passed long ago! So she leaped from her bed, quickly running to the bathroom.
"How strange," she thought, "I didn’t hear the alarm! Or did I forget to set it last night?"
Taking a quick shower, she smiled to herself remembering the teenage, girlie dream about making love with her favourite celebritiy all night, long into the morning hours.
"Stupid teenager fantasies, having such juicy erotic dreams! Unbelievable!" She said to herself.
Leaving the bathroom towelling her warm, wet glistening body, passing through the hall for the wardrobe to dress for work, she stumbled over a bunch of flowers laying on the floor in front of the entrance door. |