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Under the Goddess Moon	By : Neverseenblue Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > U2 Views: 3120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Under the Goddess Moon

The roar of the crowd was still echoing in my ears. My skin tingled. I could still feel the press of all those bodies against me, the excitement of the crowd still pulsating through me, like a heart beat, like a crazed tribal drum. I was revvrevved up and there was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight. So even now a few hours after the show I was unable to lay down, I felt like some sort of drug was running through my veins making me want to move, want to dance, want to make love like some sort of heathen under a goddess moon. Sleep was definitely a thousand miles away tonight.

I still couldn’t believe my luck, still couldn’t believe that I had won the radio show contest—a 2 day stay in a posh hotel and floor seats to see U2 in concert. My head still felt dizzy when ever I thought of it. In winning the tickets I probably used up all the good Karma for my next two lives, but oh it was worth it. I would gladly sacrifice all the good luck of several lifetimes to have Bono kiss the tips of my fingers again. I was that close to the stage! Was it any wonder I couldn’t sleep tonight?

So I decided to make use of the Hotel swimming pool while my friend happily snoozed away in the room. I changed in to a cute little two piece swim suit—and I’m not trying to be vain here, but damn I look hot in it! I garbed some of those soft luxurious towels, my CD player, some tunes, a paper back novel, a soda and stuffed it all into my beach bag, wrapped one of those plush hotel robes around me and made my way down to the pool. A nice swim would help me unwind.

I got down to the pool, the hard sloes of my sandals making a staccato beat while I belted out “Elevation.” I was flying high, and the song matched my mood perfectly. I was more than pleased to find the pool desertthouthough not surprised. It was only a few hours till dawn, and all good respectable people were snug in their beds. Only pagans and weirdoes like myself were up and prowling at this time of the night.

All those nice respectable people didn’t know what they were missing, I thought, as I looked up into the night. The moon was full and riding high, and the stars were stretched across the sky, a million flashy diamonds and one perfect pearl splayed across the neck of the universe. I deposited my bag near a lounge chair, kicked off my sandals, and tossed my robe onto the lounger. I walked to the side of the pool at the deep end. I stretched out my arms, like a supplicant to the moon goddess, took a deep breath and plunged into the water.

It was cold! You’d think such an expensive hotel would have a heated pool. I came up sputtering, water sluicing down my face, while a thousand little goose bumps marched along my skin. I was tempted to get but but now that I was wet, I decided that once I got use to the water, it wouldn’t feel so bad. Taking another deep breath I sunk down into the water, it actually wasn’t all that bad now that the initial shock of it had worn off. I came up for air again and began to back stroke my way across the pool. It was beginning to feel rather nice. And the cool water was beginning to have a claming effect, driving me down from the emotional high I was on.

I swam for a while, padd aro around and doing lazy summersaults under the water. After a while I felt like most of hyperness had left me and now felt capable of relaxing. I climbed out, dried off, wrapped a towel around my head like a turban and slipped back into the robe. I laid down on the lounge chair, set out my cds, opened my soda and tried to read a bit, but the night was almost too relaxing. It was warm and a balmy breeze began to blow. The excitement was beginning to catch up with me, my eye sta started to droop and the book slipped from my fingers and landed with a soft plop by the chair. I didn’t feel like retrieving it and let it stay there as I began to drift off in a relaxed state of bliss.

As I was enjoying my semi-conscious state, I soon heard the sound of footfalls. I mentally groaned, the last thing I wanted was some annoying tourist to come along and disturbed my peace. I cracked open an eye to see who dared disturb my rest; oh it was just bono….and I closed my eye again. WHAT! Had I seen that correctly? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I chanced another peek, but I was right the first time. It was indeed Bono.

It was like being hit by a lightening bolt. Every nerve in my body was instantly awake. I quickly sat up, causing my turban to come undone and spill my damp red hair down across shoulders and back. Oh no, I thought, I must look like a drown rat and here is Bono coming along the pool side with that sexy swaggering walk, and those bed room blue eyes staring right at me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he said to me in that beautiful lilting Irish accent. It was even more sexy in real life.

I must have looked like a fool as I sat there looking up, staring dumb-struck at him. But he must be use to having that effect on women. He smiled and gestured to the lounge chair next to mine. “Is this one taken?” he asked, mock seriously.

“Umh, no,” I finally managed to say, “Go right ahead”

He lowered himself onto the chair. I couldn’t help but staring, here he was sitting no more than an arm’s length away from me, wearing a pair of black swimming trunks and a dark T-shirt stretched across his broad chest. He was bare footed too I noticed, not being able to help myself from taking a peek at his feet. I sincerely hoped that old saying about telling a lot about a man from the size of his feet was not true. Cause they were on the small size, did that mean other parts of him were small too my mind wondered…No, Stop that! I instructed my way ward thoughts, if I start to think that I would surely start to blush.

I had to say something though. Here I had the chance of a life time, the chance to ask him all those questions I had dreamt of…..say something, damn it!

“You’re Bono!” I finally managed to squeak. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I though, as if the man doesn’t know his own name. I was cringing mentally. But if anything he was polite, and nodding he replied “Yes, and you are?”

Name, name, I had a name, but for the life of me couldn’t think of it…. “Amber, my name is Amber” wow, I never thought I would be so dumb struck. I hope I wasn’t making to big of a fool of myself. But Bono just smiled and said “Pleased to meet you Amber, where you at the show tonight?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Second row back.”

Bono took a closer look at me, I was surprise to find myself under such a gaze, those eyes were simply mesmerizing. I felt like I could drown in them, sliwn awn and never come up again.

“I believe I remember you,” he said with a nod, “you were wearing a black tank top, right?”

A little thrill ran though me—Bono actually remembered me! I had chosen the tank top knowing the press of bodies near the stage would be hot and sweaty and I wanted something that would be cool. The fact that is nicely displayed my breast was only secondary. But hey, it caught Bono’s eyes! He He turned to the little pool side table where I had set my small CD player and my cds. “What do you have here?” he asked.

“Oh just a bit of this and that” I replied.

“Mind if I take a look?” he asked.

Hell no, I don’t mind, you could look at any thing I had, and then some….but I didn’t say that, only thought it, instead I answered “Not at all.”

He thumbed through the cds I had brought with me, finally selecting one by Jimmy Buffet. This surprised me. I wouldn’t have thought of Bono as being a parrot head. As he slipped the disk into the player he said, “Nice guy, Jimmy, meet him a few times. Almost crashed a plane with him.”

“Really?” why didn’t that surprised me?

Bono flashed a crocked grin at me, as if the thought of a fiery death was no big deal.

“So what other musicians do you like?” I asked out of desperation to keep the conversation going. I need not have worried though. It was true what they say about him. efinefinitely is the chatty type. We talked for a while, Bono leaping from one topic to another. I was some what surprised to find him quite knowledgeable on so many subjects that I would think a rock star wouldn’t have any interest in.
now now I was feeling quite at ease with him and enjoying talking with him. He looked over at the water and asked “So how is the water?”
I admit I was feeling a bit mischievous. No one had warned me that the watas cas cold as ice. “Nice,” I answer“ref“refreshing.”

“Care for a dip” he asked.

“No, I already had one”

He nodded, stood up and in one fluid motion took off his t-shirt. I was enjoying the site of his naked back as he walked to the edge of the pool. Such a beautiful play of muscles and skin in the moonlight. Sigh, I could have watched it all night long.

Bono was a bit more careful than I. he knelt down and tested the water with his hand first.
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Is this your of of refreshing?”

I shrugged, “I found it refreshing, and beside you didn’t ask if it was cold or not.” I gave him what I hoped was a daring smile.

Bono arched an eyebrow and slowly stood back up again. He began to make his way back to me. Oh, no, had I gone to far? Maybe not, he was grinning a wicked little smile. He made, what I had thought to be a move to turn off the CD player, but with more speed then I would have given credit for, changed mid-direction and swd med me up in a grip like steal!

“You little minx,” he murmured, “You’ll pay for trying to trick me”

“I was only teasing,” I protested, “I would have told you before you jumped in. Honestly!” As much as I like Bono, I seriously didn’t want to get wet a second time, not after I was just about dry.

I squirmed against him, but he held on. “Noooo, please, sorry, I won’t do it again,” I begged, “Please I’m already dry” None of it was deterring Bono though.

“But you said it was ‘refreshing’” he said, his voice like warm silk, his eyes crackling with mirth. Anth tth that he jumped feet first into the pool. Down we went in a tangle of limbs. The water was no less cold for already having been in it earlier. I broke the surface first with Bono right behind me. The robe was water swollen and beginning to drag at me, so off it went sinking to the bottom. Bono was treading the water a few feet from me, and smiling such a cocky smile. But I couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

“I guess I deserved that” I said through chattering teeth.

“Are you refreshed enough?” he asked. Well maybe I was just a bit mad, so I splashed a wave of water at his head and then took off for the shallow end where there was better footing. He ducked under to followed me, coming up so close I imagined that I could feel the heat from his body.

“Cold?” he asked. He face was a few inches from mine, our bodies nearly touching beneath the water.

I nodded “a bit”

“Let me warm you up.” He said, closing the distance between us, his lips finding mine.
His body was indeed warm as he pressed it close to mine. A small sigh of bliss escaped my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him in closer. The sweet assault upon my lips did not let up, nor did I want it to. I ran my hands down along his hard chest, circling one small nipple with my finger tip. My actions were rewarded with a deep thro gro groan from him. His hands too were doing exploring of their own. They skimmed along my back and down to my bottom where he pulled my hips in closer to his, then traveling down further eased one of my legs up around his waist. I was more then willing to oblige him.

His mouth began to move lower, trailing liquid fire where ever it touched. His lips and teeth nibbled at my ear, and down my neck. I ran my hands into his hair, loving the smooth slickness there. His tongue lapped at the hallow depression at the base of my neck, before delving lower, as his hands pulled down the wet material of my bathing top, exposing my breast to his mouth and hands.

A hard knot of pleasure began to form low in my body as he began to nibble first one nipple and then the other, his fingers teasing each ruby tip. I gasped as he suck one deep into his mouth, suckling it hard while his tongue flicked over it. My legs were like jelly, I doubt I could have supported my weight at that moment, but one powerful arm was still wrapped around my back holding me up.

His delightful torture of my breast ended and his mouth came back to recapture mine. My blood was pounding in my veins; the feel of his chest pushed up against mine, the light dusting of hair on his chest tickling my breast was almost too much to bear. Not to mention his hips nestled against mine so tight I could feel the evidence of his passion.

“Let go some where more private” he suggested in a whisper.

I heartily agreed, feeling I needed at least a short break from all this to decided if I wanted to go through with it. Stepping out of the pool we quickly gathered our things. Bono straightened my swim suit top and wrapped a towel around me, the quick brush of his fingers on my skin making me dizzy, and I knew I could not stop it, I would see it through to the end.

We made our way up to his room, kissing and touching like love sick teenagers the whole way. He quickly unlocked the door, once inside we began to fumble with our wet clothing, pulling it from each other while trying to maintain the closest contact between our skin. Finally our wet suits were puddle on the floor there was nothing was ben oen our bodies. I shivered, as much from the pleasure as from the A.C. hitting my cool skin. In once quick move he lifted me off my feet and began to carry me to the bed, this time I did not protest. Soon we were burrowed under the blankets, warming each other, our hands touching and finding all the secret spots to tease and nibble.

I ran my hands along his chest, and down to his waist. Then lower to the center of his body, where I found his thick man root, harnd tnd to my relief, quite long. I traced the velvety smooth head with a finger tip. A low growl like moan came from Bono ans ths thick member leapt in response to my touch. I encircled him with my hand and teased his shaft with quick flicks of my wrist as I nibbled his ear lob.

“You naughty little minx,” I heard him whisper, “turn about is fair play” And before I knew it I was pinned beneath him. His hands captured mine and pulled them above my head. He held my wrist there with one hand while his other hand and lips waged war against my senses. It seemed like he was everywhere at once and I still could not get enough of him. Desire was pulsating in me, building inside of me till I felt like I was going to explode. Just when I felt like I could not stand another second with out losing my sanity I felt him settle his body between my legs, his engorged member posed at the core of my desire.

“Don’t stop” I begged. And with a quick thrust he drove himself home. The heat inside of me shattered, and then recollected as I began to meet his thrust, my hands griping his shoulders. Wanting him deeper and faster. He lowered his head and whispered my name over and over, combined with little sweet mummers as our mutual need drove us higher and higher. I began to peek, and Bono was not far behind. I felt my body tense around his, once, twice and then for a third time before the light behind my eyes, blinded me to all else save his body atop mine. A shudder ran through his body and I felt his release, a hot wet stream.

We lay breathless, recovering from the heated throes of passion. My body was lose and warm, I didn’t think there was a solid bone left in my body. Bono too was in the post colitis languor. Slowly we eased our limbs into a more comfortable position, and like most lovers drifted off to sleep. The last thing I recalled before my eyes closed was the dawn was just breaking.
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