The Perfect Stranger
It was just passed 11:00 p.m on a warm California night. I stood outside the front of the bar I visited religiously, taking small drags off the smoke I had lit five minutes earlier.
Usually I would smoke inside with everyone else, but tonight it was different. The air was warm but had a breeze that flowed smoothly through the streets like colors on a canvas. I enjoyed the quiet moments that I spent alone. It gave me time to relax and reflect on whatever dared to approach my too open mind.
Just as I was finishing my cigarette, I heard the heavy door of the bar open and could only assume it was my friend Alison. She was loud, obnoxious, and said whatever she wanted to whoever, whenever she felt it was necessary but I loved her for it.
I threw the finished ciggie on the ground and turned toward the door.
To my surprise, it was not Alison it was a man leaning against the wall on the other side of the door looking down as he tried to light a cigarette but his hair was blowing in the wind, wrapping around his face and his cigarette. He tried over and over again to brush it aside but the wind wouldn’t cease and kept blowing his hair back into his face.
I smiled and walked over to him.
“Would you like some help?” I raised my eyebrows in sympathy.
He stopped what he was doing and looked up. His dark green eyes penetrated mine for a brief moment before he answered.
“I would love some.” He said in a half irritated and half thankful trill British accent.
He looked familiar to me but I couldn’t figure out if I had seen him somewhere before.
“Hold your hair back.” I instructed, taking the lighter from his pale dainty fingers.
I lifted it to the cigarette and pulled the trigger down, allowing the small flame to burn the end of his smoke as he inhaled deeply.
He placed the smoke between two long fingers and pulled it away from his mouth as he exhaled.
“Thank you.” He smiled widely showing off perfect white teeth.
“No problem.” I shrugged, passing the lighter back to him. I turned to walk back into the bar but his voice stopped me.
“Wait…” He lightly touched my wrist. “…would you like one?”
I turned back to him. I couldn’t imaging another person looking as close to beautiful as he was. His dark eyes deviously scanned my body as he took another drag.
I contemplated for a moment and decided why not? a cigarette with a stranger couldn’t hurt.
“Sure.” I shrugged.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack, handing me one with a gentle smile.
“I would light it for you, but I seem to have trouble doing so for myself.” He teased.
I laughed lightly at the joke and proceeded to attempt to light it on my own, but although the breeze was beautiful, it got in the way of the small task like it did to the perfect stranger.
“Here.” He laughed shaking his head.
I pulled my hair back and allowed him to light the cigarette.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
He nodded in return. “May I ask for your name?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Lorelei.” I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous name my parents had chosen for me. “You can call me Lie if you like.” I offered. It was what my friends called me. I preferred it over Lorelei.
“That’s a very different name… Lie..” He tried it out then smiled. “I’m James.” He smiled proudly.
“So what brings you here to California?” I asked curiously.
“What do you mean?” He looked confused.
“Well clearly your not from the U.S.” I laughed. “Are you just exploring new places?”
He laughed gently. “I guess you could call it that.” He paused for a brief moment. “I’m touring with my band.”
Suddenly I remembered that my friend Chris’ favorite band was in town. He had showed them to me before when they first started and I loved listening to them. I had a few of their records but never really looked at what they looked like.
“Wait… are you Jimmy Page?” I was a complete idiot! I kicked myself internally for it.
He laughed lightly. “Yes.” He said simply.
“Wow.” I breathed looking straight ahead, feeling far off in a land of make belief.
“How old are you?” His voice broke through the invisible bubble I created around myself through the fantasy world that was my mind.
I looked up at him. “18.”
He smiled, seeming pleased at my answer.
“Well I was just going to head back to the hotel, would you like to join me?” He grinned as he stood up.
He held out his hand for me and I gladly took it.
I hesitated for a moment, looking for the words to answer.
“I’ve been working on some new melodies and could use a fresh mind for some feedback.” He added quickly, his eyes pleading.
“Umm yeah. I’d love to.” I answered. “I just have to go tell my friend I’m leaving.”
“Take your time.”
I searched through the large crowd until I found her surrounded by a group of boys. I told her I was leaving without reason and she agreed without argument, having to much fun with booze and boys.
I made my way back outside to find Jimmy leaning against a black limo. I walked toward him smiling. He opened the door and gestured for me to get in. I smiled as he climbed onto the seat next to me and closed the door.
Once we were at the hotel he let me out and wrapped and arm around my waist, squeezing me tight to him. Once we were inside I understood why.
The lobby was filled with crazed groupies all trying to get a piece of one of the band members. On our way through, one of the groupies tried to claw at me. She pulled my hair and scratched my face with a long painted nail.
He hurried us to the elevator then to his room. Once we were in his suite he let me go and held the tops of my arms as he scanned the red mark on my left cheek.
He lifted his hand and grazed his thumb across it. I winced slightly at the pain of it.
“I am so sorry love. Are you alright.” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m fine.” I assured him. Only a small battle wound.
He pulled me into the bedroom. “Make your self comfortable. I’ll be back in a moment.” He left the room. I sat myself on the bed and crossed my legs.
He came back with an acoustic guitar and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured two glasses and handed one to me.
I took a sip and let my eyes wander around the room. I noticed a white suite with a dragon crawling up the left leg, hanging up on the bathroom door.
“Is that what you wear onstage?” I wondered still looking around .
“It’s one of my many outfits for onstage, yes.” He smiled as he picked at the guitar strings.
He started playing a tune that filled the room with a happy atmosphere.
As I listened I noticed a leather strip attached to something on the bedside table. Than thought of stories I had heard about the sexually potent Mr. Page of Led Zeppelin. I smiled to myself knowing that I possessed the knowledge that the stories were true.
Suddenly he stopped playing, as he noticed what I was looking at. He quickly stood up and pulled the leather away from the table and threw it in the closet.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Sorry.” He said simply, a little embarrassed.
“Play some more.” I smiled.
He sat back down in front of me on the bed and began playing something that put a sexual feel into the atmosphere.
I drank the rest of my glass and placed the empty cup on the table.
His head tilted back as he joined the music in its melody. His lips slightly parted as he made faces that could turn a nun on. I watched and watched but finally couldn’t take it anymore.
I placed my hand over his, stopping him from playing. He flashed his eyes open quickly with alarm.
“You didn’t like it?” He looked confused.
I couldn’t control myself any more. I kissed him forcefully, taking him by slight surprise but that quickly wore off. Lips still attached to mine he leaned the guitar against the table and pushed me back onto the bed so my head was on the pillow.
He moved into the kiss deeper for a moment but then pulled away and moved his hungry lips to my jaw then neck and finally collarbone.
I moaned as he bit down. He moved his lips back to mine as his fingers found the buttons on my blouse. Once they were all open he gently pulled it off of me and kissed my breasts, biting each of my nipples.
“Mmm… Jimmy…” I moaned.
He kissed down my abdomen until he reached my jeans. He undid them then pulled them down along with my panties.
Once they were off, he smiled with delight before diving into my sex. His tongue circled my clit, making me cry out in pleasure as his fingers teased me.
“Jimmy… please…” I begged.
He dipped a finger inside me, then another. He pumped them in and out until I was about to reach my climax.
“Jimmy… I think… mmm… Jimmy.” I cried out trying to tell him I was about to come.
“Not yet love.” He said as he pulled out.
“What are you doing?” I demanded sitting up.
“Calm down. I’ll finish. Just wait a moment love.” He grinned.
He started to undo the buttons on his shirt. I kneeled on the bed and undid the rest and pulled it off his shoulders and pulled the scarf off his neck and threw it in the suitcase beside the bathroom.
I sat straddling his lap and kissed him deeply. He groaned as I grinded against his swelled bulge. I moved myself up from his groin and unzipped his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled them off.
I smiled at his large penis then found my way back to his lips. I kissed him briefly before getting up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” He demanded.
I stood by the white suit. “May I?”
He shrugged his shoulders, understanding what I wanted. “I suppose you can.”
I walked into the bathroom with the outfit in hand.
I walked out of the bathroom wearing his white dragon suit the way he wore it, completely naked under the jacket. His eyes widened and a smile played on his lips….
I went into his suitcase and found two of his scarfs. He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled slyly. I grabbed his hands and tied them as tight as I could manage to opposite sides of the headboard. I sat on his waist straddling his hips and began kissing his lips. I moved my lips down his jaw to his neck, chest making little lipstick marks all the way down his abdomen listening to his little moans, stopping just at his penis. I looked up at him and smiled an evil smile, he raised an eyebrow. I slipped my lips over the tip of his member, he groaned louder so I kissed it then pulled my lips away.
”What are you doing?” He demanded trying to pull his hands out of the scarves and failing miserably.
”Don’t like being teased?” I asked seductively, bringing my lips back to his.
I bit his bottom lip and licked from his jaw to his ear. “I want you to beg.” I whispered in his ear before licking it and biting the bottom of it.
I looked at his face, he was glaring at me. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair and bit down into his neck not quite breaking skin but leaving a mark. He moaned, his face buried in my hair. I got up from the bed and went to the closet where he put the whip. I lifted it up with my eyebrows raised.
He smiled shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Could you please continue what you were doing before?” He asked growing anxious as he watched me calculate what i could do to further torture him.
“I heard you’ve been a very, very bad boy Mr. Page.” I walked towards him with the whip in hand.I bent my face down to give him a big kiss before cracking the whip on his abdomen a couple times. he cried out in pain and pleasure.
”Please Lie, no more.” He moaned in pleasure and anxiety.
The way he moaned my name made me hotter than I already was I smiled and pulled the white pants off slowly then the jacket, he smiled pleased with my strip tease. I slowly walked towards him then sat down on him slipping his pulsing member into me. He moaned louder then before. I wanted him bad NOW but wasn’t ready to give in untill he cried out my name and begged for me to stop teasing. I slowly moved my hips up and down on him.
I looked into his eyes as he continued to struggle with the scarves, “Lie!” He moaned “Untie me! Please.” He said through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, didn’t quite hear you love.” I smiled.
“Lie, Please let me go!” He said louder.
I moved my hips just a little bit faster moaning little moans. Watching his pleasured pained face. He pulled harder as I moved faster on him.
“Lie.” he moaned even louder, his voice cracking. He pulled once more and his hands were released.
As fast as he could he grabbed my hips and turned me on my back as he thrust as hard as he could into me going deeper and faster.
I called out his name with my moans making him moan back in return.After minutes of insane pleasure I orgasmed screaming his name loud enough for the whole hotel to hear. and soon after I watched as he bit his lip and moaned my name loudly before I felt him come inside me.
He collapsed onto me, we both trembled from the aftershocks of our climax. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead before whispering in my ear. “I’ll get you back for that.”
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