It was a sunny summer afternoon in Beverly Hills and Leela had just had her hair done at the salon. As she headed towards her car, she was startled by a man walking briskly towards her. Not startled as in scared, but by the striking appearance of the man. He too had just left the salon, and his hair gleamed like black satin. His lips were a natural cherry red. Even in the bright sun, his smooth, Mediterranean-olive skin was flawless, and with his dark sunglasses, he had an air of mystery about him.
"Excuse me," he began. He had a wonderfully melodic British accent. "I know this sounds odd, but for some reason I can't find my driver, and I really need to get back home. I was wondering if you could give me a lift? I'm not far from here," he quickly added.
At that moment, Leela was suddenly hit with the realization that this wasn't just any man. Standing before her was none other than Freddie Mercury, lead singer for the rock band Queen. Of course she had seen photographs, but nothing could prepare her for the reality of actually seeing him in person.
"Oh, forgive my manners," he exclaimed extending his hand. "I'm Freddie..."
"I know who you are," Leela blurted out, not knowing how she managed to get the words out. She then shook his hand and it was like an electric jolt went through her. His grasp was firm and warm , and she suddenly felt weak. She couldn't even believe this was happening to her.
He smiled charmingly, revealing dazzling white teeth. "Ok, well then you know I'm not some psycho or anything."
Leela laughed nervously. "Yes of course I can give you a ride."
They walked to her black BMW SUV and got in. How she got there, she didn't know, because she couldn't even feel her legs moving beneath her, or her feet touching the ground.
"Just show me the way," Leela said as they pulled out into traffic.
She soon found herself driving through the hills of Bel Air on a residential street filled with huge mansions. Freddie explained that the band was in town recording a new album and they had rented a mansion during their stay. The rest of the band was anxiously waiting for him so they could start practicing.
The song Slow Ride came on the radio and a gentle breeze blew through the SUV, sending Freddie's intoxicating scent towards her. Inhaling his scent like a drug, she was overcome with an overwhelming desire unlike anything she had ever known.
"Freddie," she asked impulsively. "Just how much of a hurry are you actually in?"
Freddie shot her a sidelong glance, an enigmatic smile lifting the corners of his full, sensual lips. "Depends," he answered. She felt his dark gaze on her bare legs and it was all she could do to keep her mind on the road.
She decided to throw caution to the wind. She was here alone in her car with Freddie Mercury, and opportunities like this don't happen every day. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, and she knew she would kick herself later if she didn't act on this feeling. If she didn't act now, she would never get another chance.
She quickly pulled the car to the side of a quiet, tree-lined street. The car came to a stop with a sudden jolt. In spite of the air conditioning being on, she could feel herself breaking into a sweat.
"I know this is crazy," she said breathlessly, looking at Freddie. "But I just have to kiss you."
"Only a kiss?" he responded mischievously.
She stared at him in disbelief. Was he actually suggesting...right here, in the car?
Without another word, they threw themselves at each other, scrambling into the back seat. He was on top of her, his dark hair falling like a cloak around his face. His exotic scent enveloped her in a cloud of sensuality. She took off his sunglasses, staring up into his molten brown eyes. His lips found hers as she unbuckled his pants and he pushed them down just low enough. He lifted her skirt and she wrapped her long legs around his narrow hips, and her arms around his back. She could feel the heat and sinew beneath the thin material of his shirt. "Oh Freddie," she gasped as she felt his steely rod enter her. He groaned, a thin veil of sweat covering his brow and upper lip. Overcome with desire, he began moving rhythmically in and out, slowly at first and then increasing speed with each stroke.
Neither of them cared about where they were, or if anyone could see them. They were lost in their own little world.
Then she felt his whole body shudder as he exploded inside her. He remained on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. Wordlessly they held each other, still lost in a world of their own.
Finally Freddie spoke. "Wow," he exclaimed. "That was certainly unexpected."
"I'm sorry if I made you late," Leela said, smiling.
"I'm not," Freddie replied. "It was worth it. Anyway, the guys can wait."
"Are you going to tell them what happened?" she asked teasingly.
"No, they'll all get jealous, especially Roger, my drummer. It'll be our little secret."
THE END
