melody_interviewer

THE INTERVIEWER by Melody

James sat awaiting the fan that was going to be interviewing him. What was her name again? he pondered. Oh yeah, Tereza. It wasn't really what he wanted to do following his adrenalin charged gig, but this had been arranged for a couple of months. They had first met earlier that day, on the way to James' sound check. Tereza had shaken his hand and thanked him in advance for the interview and backstage pass, saying that if she got on his nerves he should tell her so, James replying that he was certain that there would not be a problem.

He found it easy to conjure up a picture of her; shapely not skinny, dark olive skin, his height (she wasn't wearing heels), short spiky jet black hair with purple on the tips, and gorgeous dark green eyes. Whilst not a classical beauty, she was beguiling. After the sound check he had spent time talking with her, asking her why she had wanted to interview him (continually saying that he hoped that he would be reasonably interesting). He enquired about her job; how long had she been doing it? Did she still enjoy it? What did it entail? As well as asking what her hobbies and interests were. He also discovered that they shared the same sense of humour; talking with her was easy.

“Hi again,” she said in a cheery voice taking the seat next to him. “Have I kept you waiting long?”
James checked his watch. “Nah, you are bang on time, I got here early.”
“I don't want to outstay my welcome, but if I do...”
“I'll tell you!” he laughed, his whole face lighting up.
“First of all I just wanna check that both of these dicta phones are working.” She placed one between them and the other on the back of the sofa. “Feel free to gab away for a minute or so.”
“Gab away? Oh yeah, I'm good at having conversations with myself.” He had a sly smirk on his lips.
Tereza checked that both of the machines were working properly, rewound them, took her notebook out of her bag and then began the interview.

James was impressed with her, she actually listened to what he was saying and used that as a cue for another question or discussion point.
“You did well,” he said, posing for pictures at the end. “There is nothing worse than an interviewer that always has to rely on a question sheet rather than thinking on their feet.”
“Hey the ordeal is over, so you don't have to flatter me.”
“I'm not,” he protested. “Tell you what, why don't you join us in the bar for a drink?”
“No, you're ok, but thanks.”

“So what are you going to do until we go back to the hotel? Do you plan to sit on your tod twiddling your thumbs?”
He had a point; his assistant had driven them both and was also going to be taking them back to the hotel. Initially she had not intended to stay overnight, but his assistant had insisted and obtained a room for her at James' hotel; not willing to have driving home alone in the middle of the night.
“I'll be in the way,” she protested. “It's time for you to let your hair down with your band and friends, not to be worrying about keeping me entertained.”
“Don't argue with me, you wouldn't want to make me angry.”
“No,” she said simply. “Your temper is somewhat notorious.”
“There you go then,” he winked. “Do as you are told.”

“So, how did you intend getting back to the hotel on your own?” James asked, placing another pint of bitter in front of her.
Tereza laughed, leaned into him and whispered; “I have the card key and some money in the inside pocket of my jacket, so, I would have got a cab.”
“I did wonder,” he grinned, talking quietly. “Your little bag is full with your mobile, your camera, that notepad, some pens and those recording thingies. You couldn't get anything else in there.”
“A pocket pack of tissues,” she laughed, then drank a few large gulps of her bitter.
“Nice?”
“Yeah, exactly what I needed, thanks.”
“The others are going to be hitting the town soon, so I'm going back to the hotel.”
“Good idea, I can start typing up some of my notes.”

James took a sip of his Jameson's and coke. “I thought that you'd upload it, or whatever it is you do with these things.”
“I'll do that as well,” she said softly. “I'm also doing a written account about the sound check and the other stuff that has gone on today, especially the gig.”
“Becoming quite the little professional.”
“If a job is worth doing its worth doing well and all that.”

“Promise me that you'll send me a copy?”
“Worried about what I'll write?” she winked.
“I always worry about what people write about me,” he answered quickly, a downcast expression on his face. “I know I'm not the easiest interviewee.”
“You did fine; I have no complaints.”
He chortled out loud. “That's because I've plied you with booze.”
“It takes more than two pints to make me squiffy.”

“Joining me for a nightcap?” asked James when they both exited the elevator.
“I've encroached on your personal time too much as it is. Thanks for the offer...”
“One drink,” interrupted James. “Come on, what difference does half an hour make?”
“One drink and that is it,” she said with a resigned look.
“Whiskey or brandy?” James asked, walking across to the mini bar.
“Brandy please.” Tereza sat down on the two seater sofa observing what she could about his room. It wasn't much bigger than hers but it did have a few more home comforts, the sofa and comfortable chairs being the most noticeable.

“Is your room ok?” James queried, sitting alongside her and handing her what was, without doubt, a double brandy.
“Oh yeah, it is really lovely.”
“It did seem like the sensible thing to do when it was suggested that you stay so I had no problem agreeing with it.”
“You've all been so kind; more so than I had anticipated.”
“We do our best,” he said with a smile.

Teresa was getting flustered by James' close proximity but if she moved from her seat, James would ask questions. Still searching around the room, she spotted a pair of long and wide curtains that were pulled together. “Do you have a balcony?”
James nodded. “Come on, the view is pretty lovely.” He walked over to the pair of large curtains and pulled them aside to show the balcony doors. He turned the key in the right hand door, open them both wide and held out his hand to her as an invitation for her to join him.
“Oh it is beautiful,” she sighed, leaning over the rails. “And its so quiet up here.”
“Quite something isn't it?” he whispered. “Quite romantic really.”
“Yes.” Tereza was having difficulty concentrating on anything other than James, he was so close that she was able to hear him breathing. If only she had brought her glass of brandy through with her instead of leaving it in the room.

“Definitely a place for lovers,” James said in a sultry voice, placing a hand on her waist, and moving closer to her, the warmth of his breath making the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
Unable to think of an answer Tereza turned to go back in the the hotel room, James though taking it as a sign of her interest, placed his left hand so that it was cupping her face, and pulled her into his body, until their lips met. As soon as her lips met his, her resolve left her and she began returning the kiss with enthusiasm.

She sighed heavily, her arms instinctively moving over his shoulders, her fingers playing with the soft curls resting on the collar of his t-shirt. James whimpered, a frisson of excitement running through him from her sensual touch. Slowly he slid his tongue into Teresa's mouth, she tentatively slid hers forward, caressing his delicately. James moaned his approval and slipped his hands down to cup and fondle her curvaceous buttocks firmly.

“Let's go back in,” he sighed heavily, his eyes dewy from lust.
Tereza nodded, words seemingly unnecessary at that moment. She walked back into the room, took a sip of her brandy and watched James locking the doors and closing the curtains. With a smile on his face he strode over to her, took a sip of his neat whiskey and took her in his arms again.

“Why don't you stay here for tomorrow night's gig?” he whispered seductively, pulling gently at her right earlobe with his plump warm lips.
“My room is only booked for tonight,” she sighed, her arms snaking around his waist, her hands fondling his peachy bum.
James chuckled softly. “That was an invitation to stay with me.”
“Oh I see,” she blushed. “You don't have to pretend that you want more than one night.”
“Who is pretending, can I ask? What do you say?”
“I say why don't we see what happens?”

“I'm not going to change my mind,” he insisted.
“Oh I think that you will.”
“What makes you say that?”
“My back is covered in acne scars and I have scars all over; they're rather off putting.”
“I think that that is for me to decide don't you?” he winked, then captured her mouth for a deep passionate kiss, his nimble fingers making light work of the zipper and and button on her skirt. He pulled back from the kiss, put his hands at the hem of her t-shirt and slowly pushed it up, fondling her ample breasts for a brief time. He then swiftly removed it, throwing it onto the arm of the sofa along with the long since discarded jacket that Tereza has taken off whilst he prepared her drink.

Tereza attempted to take off James' t-shirt but he playfully tapped her hands away. “Why?” she asked in confusion.
She was taken by surprise when James scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, grinning every step of the way. He carefully placed her on the bed, loving the way that she was staring at him; partly scared, partly wanton and needy. James stood up and slowly removed all of his clothes, smirking at the audible gasp that emanated from Tereza when his erect manhood sprang free.

“You,” he said slowly and deliberately, “are beautiful.”
“You've got booze goggles on,” she said nervously, her body curling into the foetal position.
“No I haven't,” he said joining her on the bed. “Now, would you like me to remove your bra and knickers or will you?”
“I erm...” she stumbled.
“We're not going to get very far if you stay that way,” he winked sexily, his left hand creeping around her back and fastening the clasp of her bra with ridiculous ease.
“You have obviously had lots of practise,” she chuckle.
“A bit,” he conceded shyly, moving over her and kissing her passionately, his hands playing now with her full, naked breasts.

Tereza wrapped her legs around his hips, loving the feeling of his warm skin against hers. This was the first time that she had gone to bed with a man so quickly, yet all she knew was that it was what she wanted. Prior to meeting up with James, she had been an ardent Nicky fan, interviewing him several times, never though had he had this affect on her. James had completely hooked her in, his warmth and personality winning her over. He also possessed the cutest smile and most expressive eyes she has ever seen, leaving her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

James moved his lips down onto her neck, teasingly licking and pulling at the tender skin, making Tereza whine in pleasure. She pushed her head back into the pillow, exposing more of her sensitive flesh to his lips. He was making her feel so good, her nipples were jutting out proudly and prominently, being teased and tweaked gently by James' fingers.

With a guttural growl, Tereza guided James' mouth down to her breasts, needing to feel his warm, wet flicking tongue touching and licking them. “Oh James,” she moaned, lost in the exquisite touch of his tongue.
He sucked on her right nipple eagerly, making her yelp and whimper with pleasure, her hands kneading his firm buttocks whilst she continued to whimper. James slowly kissed his way down her body, fondling, kissing, licking and sucking the exposed soft skin, his fingers lightly brushing over her. When he slid down the bad, Tereza gave a deep sigh. When he rested his head just above her knickers covered sex, she thought she would go crazy with desire. James had a huge smile on his face, enjoying prolonging her sweet agony, the index finger of his left hand brushing along her juice coated outer lips, without giving her the touch that she was craving.

“I know that you're wet Tereza,” he drawled sexily, his finger continuing to stoke up the fire writhing her, “but I can always stop if you want. Do you want me to stop honey?”
A croak came out of her mouth so Tereza settled for shaking her head, and raising her bottom off the bed, giving him his cue to take off her skimpy briefs. With her briefs hurriedly discarded on the floor, James settled between her thighs once more, tenderly guiding her left knee to a right angle, giving him a better view and better access.

Tereza gave a sudden jolt when his tongue flicked up and down her wet opening. James used his fingers to open her sex up to him, and sucked on her hard nub, making Tereza groan aloud and throw her head back into the pillow again. Her fingers clutched at the bedding, pulling it taut in her tight fists, her mind and body being assaulted by so many wonderful sensations that it was soon becoming too much for her to deal with.

James allowed himself a wry smile; he was getting high on the way she was writhing about the bed, moaning and uttering nonsense, as her body's responses grew and intensified. He put his tongue inside her, tasting her properly, feeling her spasming around his probing tongue, whilst his thumb played with her engorged clitoris, deepening her whimpers and growls. Was so close now, he could tell; the blush across her chest, her ragged breathing, the jerking of her body and the faraway facial expression in her eyes all told the tale.

“Oh oh oh, ah, AHH, AHH!” she groaned, her orgasm assailing her body, intensifying her convulsions and panting.
James kissed his way up her body and held her against him, her head resting on his chest, while they both waited for the waves of her orgasm to dissipate and her body to stop quivering.

He tilted her head up and lowered his own, to give her a kiss. “I take it I hit the spot then?” he winked cheekily.
“Oh, I should say so,” she chuckled back, propping her head on her left hand, her right finding his penis and stroking it.
“So, will you stay over tomorrow?”
“Only if you really want me to. I'm off all this week so I'll check with my friends if they're happy to look after the house a bit longer for me.”
“You know that I want you to stay Tereza,” he answered, his eyes closed, enjoying how she was making him feel.
“I'll call them in the morning.”

“Good!” James turned on his side and rooted around in the first drawer of the bedside unit. “Ah, there they are!” he said excitedly.
“What?”
“These!” He brandished the pack of condoms in front of her. “If you check in the bedside thingy in your room, you would find some as well. Very thoughtful of them don't you think?” Quickly he slid the condom on with one hand.

“Are you sure that you wanna...so soon?”
He blushed and backed away a little, stroking her face with a feather-light caress. “Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you.”
“No its not that,” she smiled, kissing his palm sweetly. “I was thinking of you, only, well...”
“Oh I'm with you,” he said with relief. “Don't worry, there's time for that later.”
“Are you sure? It seems like you're the one doing everything.”
He kissed her passionately and rubbed his nose against hers. “Allow your self to be selfish for once, and enjoy it. There will be plenty of times when you're the one in the driving seat, and taking the initiative.”
“Oh, will there now? Do you know something that I don't?”
James giggled. “Let's just say that I have a hunch.”

Tereza woke up, stretched out an arm to cuddle James and found an empty bed. She checked the time and decided that she needed to pay a visit to the bathroom; that had probably been what has woken her up – the need for a pee. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, wondering when her bladder would return back to normal, she never used to have to go during the night.

On her way to the bathroom she heard James whispering, so took a little detour.
“And that's how I met your mummy,” he was saying the the tiny week old bundle in his arms. Don't tell her this though, I love her more now than I did then, and you are the icing on the cake young man.”
“Hey,” she said creeping up behind James and wrapping her arms around him. “I didn't hear Sam cry.”
“I was awake when he started so I switched the monitor off so that you could get some sleep.”

“Thank you,” she said, kissing his neck. “I'd better feed him before he starts again.”
“I've done it,” boasted James proudly. “I got one of those bottles with your milk out the fridge and heated it for him. The hungry little mite polished most of it off as well. It was a good idea of your to express your milk, means that I can take my turn with the feeds.”
“I suppose that you've winded him and changed his nappy as well?”
“Yep,” he said smugly. “Here, give him a cuddle before he goes back in his cot.” James carefully handed their newborn son to Tereza.
Together they stood cooing over their son, blissfully content with their lives and thanking their lucky stars for the day that she interviewed James.

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