Kiss Me, I'm Irish!

Girlygurl

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The amphitheatre was packed to the fullest with screaming fans chanting and urging the show to begin. The stage at the bottom of the amphitheatre was adorned with green, gold, and white banners and flags. There were jumbo screens at the back of the stage with a Celtic symbol flashing across it. The music began to play and the fans screamed louder.

A group of young men and women, draped in green and white, walked rhythmically across the stage. The music began to speed up and the dancers began step dancing around the stage. They danced with each other and danced by themselves. The sound of their feet would make anyone want to dance. The crowd danced along to the music. All of sudden, the music stopped and the dancer froze in place. An announcer came on and said, "The moment you've all been waiting for! The woman you have all come to see! She's beautiful! She's talented! And of course....she's Irish. But most of all, she's a heck of a stepper! She's mistress of the step and her name is Fallon O'Leary!" The crowd screams, drowning out the music that had begun.

A beautiful young woman (21) appeared on the stage from beneath it. She was draped in a green and gold dress that seemed perfect to match her long wavy red hair that feel down her back. The dress came down to her knees and seemed to compliment her body perfectly. She had a athletic body, but had perfect curves in all the right places.

She danced around the stage perfectly and looked like she was having a blast doing it. She danced with the male dancer, making step-dancing sexy and seductive. The dancing continued on for hours and the crowd never grew tired, even yelling encore when it was finally over.


((Ok.... I need a guy or even a few guys in this story. They could be fans or they can be a guy who doesn't like step-dancing and was dragged to the show only to see Fallon and get intrigued. Have fun with it. Not too many people though, I tend to lose track. See ya!))
 
Mesmerized

When Fallon O'Leary emerged from the wings of that stage, I was struck with the "thunderbolt."
This was the most magnificent woman I had ever laid eyes on. . .the Goddess of my most lustful fantasies. . . bathed in the bright spots ..dancing wildly here in front of me.
She shimmered, as she gyrated impossibly, her lovely feet barely touching the floor, and her lightly freckled, vanilla cream skin, soon glistened with sweat.
And oh that magnificent red hair ...thick and wavy. I gulped and felt a warm rush as I imagined the glories that lie between those shapely, toned legs.
If anyone had taken notice of me during the performance, they would have had to either laugh at me or pity me.
I stared at the green and gold clad Irish lass, with my mouth wide open, and without moving a muscle for the entire performance.
But inside, I was a raging cauldron of desire. My eyes did not miss a curve, angle, shape or color of this gorgeous creature. Oh the shape of that ankle ...the curve of the calf ....the fullness of the breasts....that sharp nose ...dimpled chin...that perfect mouth....and the piercing green eyes. I even admired the long, delicate hands, and toned upper arms.
Fallon contrasted so sharply with me , the Sicilian type with the olive skin and dark hair and eyes no doubt leadin this added to my wild attraction for the fair skinned beauty.
By the end of her performance my blood was running hot and I was intoxicated with desire for this red-haired Goddess.
I must find a way to get to her ...to get backstage ..I must meet her...she will be mine

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Fallon

As Fallon retired from the stage, the crowd raged on to the music that continued to play as they left. She was immediately handed a towel and a bottle of water. She toweled the sweat off and took a sip of her water.

An older lady, talking on a cellphone, moved quickly over to her saying, "Hurry up, Fally girl, get ready for the fan meet-and-greet." Fallon roled her eyes at her serious manager. She never liked to be pushed around, but she had to do it for her career. She hurried off to her trailer where she undressed and got in the shower.

While in the shower, she leaned back under the water, letting it cascade over her body. Her sore muscles ached and her feet were a little blistered from the show. She washed her long hair and lathered her louffa with a shower gel that smelled like raspberries. She washed herself carefully with the louffa, lingering in certain areas making sure they were clean. She closed her eyes and sighed as she continued to wash herself.
 
Tom Poorman

ooc: Tom is married for nearly 20 years, to a wife who finds sex repulsive & step-dance glorious. Tom would rather be watching a hockey game tonight, but he came here. Tom is 6'2", 225, solid & sexy, 40, and..... well, we'll see.

IC:

As he watched the dancers tom was polite. They were definitely athletic and, to some extent, sexy. One, the star, the redhead (well, one of many redheads) struck him. This name: Fallon? Sounded like it was right out of soappera, but god could she move. She flew over the stage, danced with such life that Tom founbd himself coming to life, too. He was mesmerized by her and yelled loudly as she finished one leap. Marge, the wife, glared at him, but he didn't notice, for Fallon, this goddess, was smiling brightly at him.

At the intermision, Marge went to the bar with three of her girlfriends. Tom let her go and found himself drifting backstage. He took a scrap of paper and wrote, "Sorry for the holler. Guess I got carried away! Thanks for being so beautiful. Tom." For some weird reason, he added his private email adress & his cell phone number. He wrote FALLON on the outside and slipped a stagehand a 20 to get it to her before the second act.

Tom went bacxk to his seat, knowing that he'd just wasted a sawbuck, but what the hell. a guy could dream and he was daydreaming about thos thighs being spread around his face.....
 
Green and Gold

Long after Fallon had taken her third and final curtain call, and after the thunderous applause from the appreciative crowd had abated, I sat staring wide eyed at the stage. My mind raced ..what to do ? Somehow, the line forming at the wing of the stage caught my eye, and despite my preoccupation with thoughts of lust.... it sank in. That line was forming to meet HER.
Now my heart raced ....I struggled to think clearly.
I'd only have few seconds to make an impression. How ? It hit me. There was a florist shop across the street; I remembered noticing it on the way in, and in my minds eye saw the FTP symbol and letters in the window. I was on my way out the door, dialing directory assistance as I walked briskly, I had the florist on the line as I was waiting for the light at the busy intersection. I checked my watch ..5 minutes gone. "I need something romantic ...something in green and gold preferably ...I need it right now...any price" The girl on the other end said "how about green and yellow ?" "We don't have any gold flowers", she added, "I could give you yellow roses ...they have green stems". "Perfect" I said as I entered the warm. humid, sweet smelling florist shop. The startled girl looked up at me and quickly added up the situation. I decided to add a single red rose to the dozen yellow ones and in minutes was back in the theatre, standing in line to meet the Goddess of my dreams.
A 100 dollar bill furtively pushed into the palm of an usher moved me to the front of line. "Personal friend ....move aside please ..personal friend" barked the usher authoritatively. I found myself in this intense altered state; the result of a heady mixture of testosterone and adrenaline. I was next ! As I turned the corner she...the red-haired siren came into view. ..my knees went weak ... I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. My God she was so beautiful.....:rose:
 
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Fallon

Fallon noticed the fan approach her. She looked him over before saying, "Hi! My name is Fallon. What's your name?" She flashed a big smile at him.

She looked into his dark eyes and breathed deeply. Before she knew anything, she was close enough to smell his cologne. She also smelled the flowers and looked down at them.

"Are these for me?"
 
Say "Yes"

Girlygurl said:
"Hi! My name is Fallon. What's your name?" She flashed a big smile at him.
"Are these for me?"

"I'm Gerry", I managed to sound pretty cool I thought, considering my heart was pounding right through my chest. "Please ...yes, these are for you Fallon," I said with my best "Aquafresh" smile.

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"You were magnificent tonight". Somehow I felt calm now, as I gazed into the deepest and clearest green eyes I had ever beheld. Impetously, I took her hand, so shaply and pretty, and so perfectly manicured, in mine. I inhaled deeply; Fallon's aroma was intoxicating. Ohhh that hair.

I pressed my lips to that lovely hand. "Please say you'll see me tonight" I murmed lowly. "Say yes, please ....you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen....and I don' t want to lose this chance ....please say yes?"
 
Fallon looked at the man in awe as he kissed her hand. She was completely dazed as he asked her to meet him tonight. She snapped out of it long enough to look around before pulling him around a corner.

"I...I...I'd love to. Where? You can come to my trailer. Here take this personal pass. The guards won't question you."

She smiled and handed him a family/friend pass. She giggled and said, "This is a new situation for me." She suddenly spotted her manager and said, "I have to go. Meet me at 9."

She kissed him on the cheek before slipping around the corner and disappearing.
 
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