Bear

"Hello Lana?" Yes, this is Mr. Mc Cloud," "Sorry for calling so late, but I wanted to let you know right away that you have the position as my dancer/choreographer. You will be starting in the morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Still a bit groggy from the sudden wake up call Lana tells Mr. Mc. Cloud that she will be there at 9:00 a.m. and says good-bye.
With the receiver still in her hand she sits down on her bed. When she finally realizes what just happened, she hangs up the phone, jumps up and starts screaming. Then dancing around the room and singing

"I got the job!", "I got the job!" I got the job!"
~
It was 8:00a.m., before heading to her new job, Lana decides to go to her other place of work, as a cashier, and tell her boss that he can take his job and shove it up his big fat rosy red derriere. Then walks out. With a satisfied look on her face, she drives to the dance studio. She is surprised when she walks in and finds a beautiful bouquet of flowers, welcoming her to the company. Inside the studio Tanner was at the piano working on a new song for the show.

"Good morning Mr. Mc Cloud" Lana says, in a cheerful voice. Tanner gets up and walks over to her. With a huge smile, he extends his hand, she takes it warmly then he gives the back of her hand a soft gentle kiss. "Please call me Tanner." he says smiling at her.

He releases the soft touch of her fingers and says,"I'm working on a new song for the show, but I need your help. Walking back to the piano she smiles and replies, "How can I be of assistance Mr Mc Cl... Tanner" He begins to play. after a few minutes he says, "okay, this is the part where I'm having a problem" As he continues to play he stops, "See what I mean?" Slowly she reaches over, and brushing his hand, tiny sparks of electricity shocks them. Not appearing to notice she suggests that the part he's having the trouble with, could be played by a sax, or a clarinet, or even both, with just a hint of the piano in the background.

" Hmmmm, yes, I believe that just might work" he said. looking into her eyes. "Say Lana," he tells her. "Why don't you go ahead and get dressed for the rehearsal."
The costumes are in your new dressing room."

So with the help of Lana's suggestion on the piece, The orchestra practices the new music Tanner has changed. As she leaves for the dressing room she hears the clarinet playing a solo, the piece she requested, Smiling, she picks out a beautiful two piece sheer lace sea-foam green costume. It had two multi-colored butterfly wings under each arm, and a pair sheer
shorts that matched.

When she was ready, she returned and was eager to begin the dancing role Listening to the music she decides to change her first choreographed routine.
Titled Butterfly Dance.

When she heard the beginning of her music she entered with a giant leap, with toes pointed and arms outstretched. Her transparent costume fluttering in the wind as she danced. All the while imagining Tanner holding her, whispering hypnotic words erotically in her ear.

As she remembered her dream of her lace transmuted under a green canopy of the lush forest. Moments which flowed fluidly into another in ancient rhythms. An exploration of sensuality and lust. It was like the complex, paradoxical blend of male and female energies. Simple yet the sensual touches of the deepest levels of ecstasy.

With the memories of the movement in motion, taking the risks in romance, and revealing the grace and the beauty, and allowing the glimpses of the innocence of her tender soul. She's in a sacred place, where gods and goddess pay homage to her. Where her breath, her touch, tears and passions, flow like an ancient dance of transformation. In the sacred place where she loved with a tenderness and a passion that was somewhat frightening. Echoes only, by the beauty and tragedy in watching butterflies dance.

When the music finished playing, the dance ended with Lana curled up on the floor, her sheer lace winged costume wrapped around her as if a cocoon of silk enveloped her body. The lights dim, and the soulful sound of the clarinet trailed off into the distance like the wind.

Tanner was spellbound by her sultry yet girlish charm. He had watched her rehearse for weeks. and now noticed that she was definitely not like the other dancers he'd seen. He knew right then she truly came to dance. and what a performance! Something drew him near her. Was it matters of the heart? All he knew was that he did not want the dance to end. After the rehearsal was over, she came back and sat down by Tanner on the piano bench and gazed deep into his inviting deep blue eyes.

Tanner, feeling the same heartfelt gaze asks "May I extend an invitation to my place?" I promise to be a gentleman." he continued while still looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Honestly," he added As his hand came up and softly caressed her cheek. "I don't want this moment to end just yet, I don't want you to go." he said

"Yes", whispered Lana, it was all she could say, hypnotized by his sensuous deep voice.
~
When they reached Tanner's home, he lit a fire, then poured two glasses of his best Chardonnay.
Lana felt at ease, listening to the soft gentle rain caressing the window outside.
With the crackling of the fireplace there was a feeling of warmth that surrounded her.
Within the moment, Tanner, a very attractive man had an impression of warmth an attentiveness, while being very courteous and gentle with her. He switched on some Latin music. extended his hand towards her. "Care to dance?" he asked politely

Lana humbly accepted. They soon found themselves intertwined in each others arms. She was a very seductive dancer, and speaking to him with soft exhilaration she whispers, "Let me guide you." and she took his hands, and slowly placed them down the sides of her most sensuous curves. Then she turned and pressed her back against him.

Lana was sensuously seducing him. Then raising his hands upward from her thighs, she slowly guided them down his body and then raising them to her waist towards her breasts. As they continue dancing she lifted her hair upward while her hips sway in time with the music. Tanner was overcome with desire. He began to kiss her neck. His lips keeping in tune with the slow Latin rhythm of her movements. Lana's breathing came in short rapid breaths. Then reaching for one of his hands, which was lightly caressing one of her breasts, she brought it to her mouth, kissing his palm and taking his forefinger she stroked it against her full ruby lips. Heightened with the pleasures of the moment, Tanner turns Lana and gazes deeply into her eyes. "Do you know what I want Lana?" he asks

"Yes...no." she answers

She reaches for him, but he catches her hands and kisses them, fingertip by fingertip. "Relax", he softly whispers. "I want you to enjoy our evening together.' With his eyes on hers, he lowers his hands down toward her sides. " I want you to be complete with me." Slowly he removed the clasp from her hair, Her long silky stands cascaded down the back of her shoulders. "I want to hear you whisper my name. he continues to feel me when I'm within you." He combed his fingers through her hair, content with the soft silky texture "I want you to let me do all the things I've dreamed of since I first beheld your loveliness.' "Let me show you now"

He kissed her lightly at first His mouth was soft, smooth and seductive. He parted her lips with teasing nips and nibbles, and with the gentle persuasive caresses of his tongue. Degree by torturous degree, he deepened his kiss until her hands clutched weakly at his waist and her shutters gave way to pliancy. There was a lingering taste of wine and a wisp of very fine stubble against her cheek. The patter of rain outside drifted in with the scent of aftershave he was wearing. The warmth of the fire aided with the aura of the lovemaking. All this whirled in her head like a drug, both potent and possessing.

His lips left hers and journeyed over her face. it traced the line of her chin and nuzzled up to her ear. He was waiting patiently, waiting, until he felt her slip into the next stage of surrender.
Tanner stepped back an inch and slipped her blouse up her torso and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. His muscles coiled like a snake. She thought she saw lightening flash of desire, darken his eyes to ash. He was skimming his fingertip down her neck to the aching tips of her breasts. Her breath caught. Her head tilted back. and her back arched from hunger.
"You are so beautiful Lana, so soft and supple." he whispered in her ear.
~
He pressed a kiss on her shoulder, his hands gently molding, caressing her aroused skin. "So sweet." he said, melting into her tender, softness. He was afraid his hands might be too large and rough, but as a result of his gentle touch they were stunningly tender. Humming over her heated skin, he slid down her curvaceous sides, leaving her with tremors in his wake. He eased the loosely fitted skirt from her hips, his fingertips glided over her sensuous curves until her shaking breath turned into unsteady moans.

He undressed. Watching her heavy eyes flutter open. The misty blue of her eyes focused on him as her pupils dilated. Now, she thought, Her heart palpitated with anticipation Her plea begging him to ease the glorious ache she had stirred to life inside her. Her words caught in her throat. She wished he would take her now.

Sweet and eager, her mouth met is again, He gathered her close, carrying her to the bedroom.
He placed her down on the bed as gently as he might have laid her on a bed of rose petals.
She arched toward him, accepting him, bracing for the torrent of helplessness she would embrace.

Using only his lips, which were soft as the rain, he savored her flesh, as though it were a banquet of the most delicate flavors. Then his hands skimmed, lingered, discovered.

Nothing could have prepared her for this. If she'd had , had hundreds of lovers, none would have given her more, or taken more. She was lost. Lost in a gently rocking sea of sensations, undone by patience and weakened by tenderness. Her breathing slowed and deepened, even as her heart rate soared. She felt the brush of his hair on her breast before his mouth claimed it. She heard his low satisfied groan of pleasure as he suckled. Heard his sigh as he circled and teased her with his tongue, sensuously and softly flickering and nibbling on her already protruding nipples.
As he did so, he held the weight of her breasts, caressing them. Slowly he traced his tongue around her navel, lightly licking her into more excitement.

He moved toward her tenderly soft inner thigh. tickling, teasing and torturing her into ecstasy. he softly explored her essence, tasting her honey. She was so irresistibly sweet, he thought. Tantalizing her with his tongue, then slowly blew on her lotus flower, which shot hot surges through her whole body. while he watched her blossom and flutter from his enticement.

Her lips began to move with every movement of his tongue. Her mind sank fathoms deep into the warm waters of lovemaking. Lana didn't know when these stormy waters began to churn. The storm gathered so slowly and so subtly. It seemed one moment she had been drifting and the next she was floundering almost into unconsciousness. She couldn't get her breath, no matter how deeply she gasped for air.

Her mind suddenly, reeling, struggling to surface, even as her body coiled and tensed. "TANNER!" she couldn't hold back any longer Grabbing at him her fingers dug into his flesh. "I can't, but," He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasps and savoring the moans.

The first dizzying climax ravaged through her body. She reared against his hand, instinctively urging him on as the fiery waves of her orgasm exploded and swept over her.

Her neat rounded nails scored his shoulders. "LANA GOD!" Tanner yelped.
She was so hot, so readily moist. He pressed his lips to hers as she fought to level his own breathing. Pleasing a woman had always pleasured him. Not like this though. Never like this. He felt like a king and an uncontrollable beggar all at once. Her stunning reaction aroused him unbearably. All he could do was indulge her. Absorbing her orgasmic waves with his own. He felt each and every nerve in his body exploding with sparks. He wanted to give her more. He had to give her more. Their souls blending in an ocean of passion. Their fervent passions grew as he tried commanding his own sexual needs.

He slowly slipped inside her. Pausing for a moment, then slowly pulled back out, teasing her. He slid inside her again, being careful not to go all the way. She was so small, delicate bones and fragile skin. so innocent, nearly as untouched as a virgin. He had to keep reminding himself again and again that she was small.
He took her gently, gliding all the way inside her, filling her with sensuality and with the lust she had aroused in him.
He lightly stroked her with slow, even , shallow movements. Then, as she heightened in pleasure saying "more", "more" he thrust gently all the way inside her. letting himself rock with the pleasure of her passionate shudder, as her broken sighs called out his name. "Tanner," Tanner," Tanner."
~
Licking, tracing, and glazing his tongue around her nipples, his hands gently caress her back. She begins to moan again. Letting herself rock harder with the growing blazing passion. Fiery satisfying sensations rippled through their bodies. She begins to whimper from pure ecstasy, as the explosion of their juices of lovemaking flowed within her.

He gazes at her with complete satisfaction. Tantalized by her, he gives her a soft, tender kiss, then lies on his back. Snuggling, caressing, and kissing her. Then pulling her over until she was lying on top of him.

"I love making love to you Lana," he said tenderly.

"I love to make you feel".... He almost followed it up with, I love you. but thought better of it, she probably wouldn't accept that just yet. So he kept that thought to himself, until he was sure she would feel the same. And just smiled lovingly at her.

"You did," she replied. Keeping her head snuggled deep in his chest over his heart.
"You made me feel things I'd never felt before." she continued. "But I was afraid."

A troubled look showed in his eyes. " I don't want you to be afraid of me." He told her sweetly.
"I was afraid of me," she corrected him. "Of us, of letting this happen." But I am so glad it did." she said Then Smiling coyly she kissed him again, softly on his lips.

The rain was still beating rhythmically against the window. And as they heard it's steady beat on the roof and feeling the warmth of the fire. They hold each other. And Tanner pleads, whispering in her ear
"Will you please stay with me tonight?"
She gazed into his eyes, wrapping herself into him, and snuggles deep within his loving arms, like a warm cozy blanket.
"There's no place I would rather be, than with my piano man, she says lovingly.
Then with a smile on her face she felt sure that she would be there with him for many more nights to come.

The End

Sally Roberts

BRAVO' BRAVO'

It was so exotic! It made this reader feel all of Lana's desires and needs. The emotion and imagery in this is story is romantically vivid!

I am glad that Lana and Tanner got together. They are made for each other. Him a piano man and her a dancer/choreographer.

How more perfect can it get.

Great work Bear!

Blessings

Bear

Thank you so much Sally for your fantastic comment and for editing for me
hugs kisses
bear

Sally Roberts

You are very welcome Honey Bear, and it was indeed a great pleasure.

Blessings

PaintedDiary

Dear Bear,

Phenomenal! Just awesome! Some minor things, and I will PM, but this is Harlequin all the way baby! Loved it! I am gonna take a cold shower now, *wink*, at least I can blame it on the hot weather, lololol!

Painted