WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 6
“Stop right there!” Becinala screamed. “Before you go any further. Do you love me? Will you love me forever?”
Rcrav’s lips twisted into a sexy grin.
“Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now, before we go any further, will you love me, will you love me forever?”
Rcrav let his fingers do the singing. He closed his eyes and gently strummed a soft medley. Becinala smirked at his feeble attempt but in the back of her mind she was worried. She knew what his guitar solos could do to women and some men.
With his eyes closed, Rcrav continued his smooth solo. His forehead moved up with the high notes and his brow furrowed seeking the low notes. His fingers ever so slightly caressed the strings. Becinala rubbed the nape of her neck. She was getting warmer as Rcrav eased into his foreplay.
She watched as his right hand picked at the strings. She knew all too well the passion and precision of his fingers exploring the six strings, the same as when they explored her hands, her face, the soft curves of her body. She loosened the top button of her silk blouse from Teens and Queens Dress Shop in Dothan, rubbing her chest where a gentle mist of perspiration had formed. She was warming up to her man and without opening his eyes, he knew.
After a particularly long note, Rcrav began playing harder, awakening a passion deep within and sending it in the direction of his love. Lost in the music, Becinala forgot which song they were supposed to be playing. She moved behind him and leaned her back against his. Running her hand through her hair, she began grinding against her man. She lifted the microphone to her plush lips and almost squealed, “Oooooh, love to love you baby”.
Rcrav felt an urgency in his loins. He opened his eyes and looked down on his guitar, concentrating his sudden rush upon the strings. His fingers moved with furious but concentrated intentions. With each touch he made upon the strings he knew the audience felt his emotions, but he was beyond the stage of The BBQShack Lounge, he was completely in a zone of pleasure, with his woman absorbing the pounding melodies of his love.
Becinala could feel passion swelling upon her body. Her eyes were closed now. She too was no longer at The BBQShack Lounge. His playing had moved past love and sweetness to a lusty passion of intense strumming on her womanhood. He could continue playing forever, but she knew, and hoped, that soon her body itself would succumb to the ribald music that only Rcrav could play to her libido.
And there is was. A pounding riff that he rarely shared in a public forum. She knew the sounds he made, the movements of his body as he stretched himself against the back of the guitar with each long strum of the strings. Strings that when plucked vibrated the body of the guitar, its hollow cavity producing a satisfactory moan, just as was building in her.
She knew the cadence, it rocked her soul. She felt the rhythm and matched it, building and building inside her. Her right hand running through her hair, pulling it. Her left hand caressing her hip, her thigh. She knew the count, her body moved with it, their dance of love, dancing and dancing until she heard and felt his final strum. His left hand was on the neck of the guitar, massaging the final note for as long as he could. Becinala’s knees went weak. She stumbled, trying to catch her breath. Rcrav turned and caught her. He looked deep into her tired eyes and said, “I love you.”
The lounge was silent. After seeing Rcrav and Becinala kiss the place exploded with applause and cheers.
“Oh my. It’s hot in here.” DebbieT said.
“I’m horny. Where’s Dish?” Pink screamed.
Rcrav’s lips twisted into a sexy grin.
“Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now, before we go any further, will you love me, will you love me forever?”
Rcrav let his fingers do the singing. He closed his eyes and gently strummed a soft medley. Becinala smirked at his feeble attempt but in the back of her mind she was worried. She knew what his guitar solos could do to women and some men.
With his eyes closed, Rcrav continued his smooth solo. His forehead moved up with the high notes and his brow furrowed seeking the low notes. His fingers ever so slightly caressed the strings. Becinala rubbed the nape of her neck. She was getting warmer as Rcrav eased into his foreplay.
She watched as his right hand picked at the strings. She knew all too well the passion and precision of his fingers exploring the six strings, the same as when they explored her hands, her face, the soft curves of her body. She loosened the top button of her silk blouse from Teens and Queens Dress Shop in Dothan, rubbing her chest where a gentle mist of perspiration had formed. She was warming up to her man and without opening his eyes, he knew.
After a particularly long note, Rcrav began playing harder, awakening a passion deep within and sending it in the direction of his love. Lost in the music, Becinala forgot which song they were supposed to be playing. She moved behind him and leaned her back against his. Running her hand through her hair, she began grinding against her man. She lifted the microphone to her plush lips and almost squealed, “Oooooh, love to love you baby”.
Rcrav felt an urgency in his loins. He opened his eyes and looked down on his guitar, concentrating his sudden rush upon the strings. His fingers moved with furious but concentrated intentions. With each touch he made upon the strings he knew the audience felt his emotions, but he was beyond the stage of The BBQShack Lounge, he was completely in a zone of pleasure, with his woman absorbing the pounding melodies of his love.
Becinala could feel passion swelling upon her body. Her eyes were closed now. She too was no longer at The BBQShack Lounge. His playing had moved past love and sweetness to a lusty passion of intense strumming on her womanhood. He could continue playing forever, but she knew, and hoped, that soon her body itself would succumb to the ribald music that only Rcrav could play to her libido.
And there is was. A pounding riff that he rarely shared in a public forum. She knew the sounds he made, the movements of his body as he stretched himself against the back of the guitar with each long strum of the strings. Strings that when plucked vibrated the body of the guitar, its hollow cavity producing a satisfactory moan, just as was building in her.
She knew the cadence, it rocked her soul. She felt the rhythm and matched it, building and building inside her. Her right hand running through her hair, pulling it. Her left hand caressing her hip, her thigh. She knew the count, her body moved with it, their dance of love, dancing and dancing until she heard and felt his final strum. His left hand was on the neck of the guitar, massaging the final note for as long as he could. Becinala’s knees went weak. She stumbled, trying to catch her breath. Rcrav turned and caught her. He looked deep into her tired eyes and said, “I love you.”
The lounge was silent. After seeing Rcrav and Becinala kiss the place exploded with applause and cheers.
“Oh my. It’s hot in here.” DebbieT said.
“I’m horny. Where’s Dish?” Pink screamed.
