The first time I saw Michael, he was onstage. Powerful, perfect, he was the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes upon. Through the smoky haze in the nightclub, I watched him gyrate and prance to the loud beat of the band’s music.

Michael was tall with a nice, slim build. He was muscular, but with the type of muscle a dancer or swimmer gets-hard and lean. He had long dark brown hair that had a natural wave, and his skin glistened with sweat. I wanted to lick that sweat off his hard chest and then move my head farther south. Just watching him move around the stage made me horny. I wanted this man, and I was willing to do anything to get him. Of course, about five hundred other women were thinking the same thing!

The band he sang for was one of the best playing in the East Village in New York City. Every Friday night the club would be packed and hopping, waiting for their hero to appear, band in tow.

That particular Friday night is burned in my mind. My friends had decided to see another band, but luckily I decided to stay faithful and went to see Michael perform. It took a lot of balls for me to go out to a heavy-metal club all alone, but that evening as I dressed, I thought, What

the hell!

I looked really pretty that night. I wore what I was most comfortable in — old, faded, tight blue jeans and a black tank top. I decided to wear my high black leather boots. When I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty hot-tall, lean, with my hair all wild and curly.

Of course, the club was crowded, but I managed to get a seat at the bar, which was right by the stage. I had a good view of the band and an even better one of Michael. The band jumped onstage and Michael roared a greeting to the mass of people gathered around. In seconds the group started up and the place was filled with hot lights and loud music.

I watched Michael intensely. My eyes never left him. God, he was so good-looking! Then, for one split second, he turned and gazed right into my eyes. The raw emotion I saw in his face was so breathtaking, the rush I felt so incredible — and when he smiled and winked in my direction, my pussy instantly became wet. I smiled in return.

I was dazzled by this bit of attention bestowed on me, but then again, I’m a practical girl and I figured he did this with many women. Whatever, he kept coming over to my side of the stage, grinning his wonderful grin and leaning down close to my seat. My heart was beating at least a mile a minute.

Finally, after two long sets, the band took a break. While another group took over, Michael disappeared backstage and I continued drinking my wine and making idle conversation with the people around me. There was one particular guy I didn’t want to talk to. He was loud and crass. He wanted to buy me a drink and kept leaning too close to me and “accidentally” touching my breasts.

I handled myself well for a while, but then he got to be too much. As I was about to yell something unlady-like, a hand cradled my arm. I looked up to see who it was and my breath caught. Michael! His eyes were boring right into mine. “This lady is with me, dude,” he said sternly. The guy scurried away like a spider.

Michael’s eyes were the color of chocolate kisses. He smiled, I smiled, and for one moment I had absolutely nothing to say. Finally I whispered into his ear, “I didn’t know that knights in shining armor still roamed these parts.” Michael laughed, made a great swooping gesture with his arm and said something to the effect of “At your service, ma’am.”

He was fun and full of laughter and life. I was so attracted to this man, and I wanted to be alone with him. Boldly I pressed myself against him. It seemed so right, the heat between us so natural, and I knew he felt the same.

“Oh, baby,” he said, “do that again and I just might carry you off forever.” His voice was smooth and deep. I did it again. He practically lifted me off the floor, then motioned to me to follow him.

Soon we were in a small room backstage, with no one else around. It was dark and hot, but I didn’t care. Michael turned the light on, but it was still quite dim. In a flash we were kissing and hotly groping each other. I remember reading that a woman doesn’t really know a man until she’s tasted and smelled him in his most private place. I wanted to drown in Michael’s scent and bathe my tongue in his come.

The urge was so overwhelming that I ripped at his belt and undid his tight black jeans. Michael moaned and pushed his crotch against me. He helped me pull his jeans down, and I immediately went for his bulge.

Underneath that pair of briefs was the hardest, hottest dick I’d ever felt. I pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang free. I caressed it and felt its girth. Michael was murmuring about how lovely I was and caressing my body all over.

I wanted to totally please him. I needed him to know that I was his — even if it was only for the evening. On my knees now, I was able to see his manhood better. There was a drop of pre-come just at the tip of his cock, and I stuck my tongue out to lick it.

Michael tasted so good. Salty and spicy. His smell was clean and musky, and I delighted in rubbing my face in his crotch. I kept doing this for some time, basking in this man’s wonderful, rich scent. And then I had to taste him.

I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was hot, and I kissed his shaft and caressed his heavy balls. Michael leaned back against the wall and held my head. I looked up at him a moment before I curled my lips around his beautiful cock, and he gave me the sweetest, most reassuring smile.

I slid his cock into my wet, warm mouth. Michael sighed as I started to lap at him. He was a big guy, but I managed pretty well. As I sucked, I moved my head so that I could engulf him all the way. And every time I did, Michael growled happily.

His cock was soon coated with my saliva, and I lapped at him feverishly. We were in rhythm now, me bobbing my head up and down on his cock and him holding my head and pumping his hips. My own sex was just as excited as his, and I thought that I would come if I heard him moan one more time.

Michael had such stamina! My cheeks bulged with his manhood and my tongue gave him the best licking I knew how. I sucked on his balls and caressed him, moving my mouth higher and higher, until once again it engulfed his cock.

The tip of his cock-head was so swollen and red, but Michael seemed to like it the most when I sucked on just that part. I kept doing it, alternating this with licking his shaft. There were even times when his cock was so deep in my mouth that my nose touched.his pubic hair.

Michael’s hips were bucking wildly now. Thank God another band was playing onstage, because someone surely would have heard his cries and my muffled moans if it hadn’t been for the loud music. My mouth kept sucking, and suddenly I felt his balls throb. Michael cried out that he was about to come. His cock swelled even more and I sucked harder and faster — it caused a pleasant friction in my mouth. I was so happy at that moment.

I concentrated really hard on his pulsing cock and kept moving it in and out of my mouth. He finally gave way and exploded. His come was hot and creamy, and it was a real feat just keeping it all inside my mouth. I wanted to taste every drop and kept at his cock even when he was finished. It felt so good, his seed sliding down my throat, and then I was done.

Michael lifted me up and held me close for a long time. He told me that he felt so satisfied and that no one had ever excited him as much as me. Smiling in the crook of his neck, I told him that I felt the same.

Later that night, after the show, I went home with Michael — and I never left. For two years now, both of us have shared wonderful moments full of sexual heat. I will never tire of my beautiful Michael, whose scent and unique taste make my own juices flow.