Jake stood in kitchen doorway. He could hear Lee walking thru the basement from the garage. He smiled to himself as she opened the kitchen door. She dropped her purse and came to him. She could smell the Drakkar on his skin. She pulled back noticing he was wearing his leather pants, and poet shirt and vest tonight.
"You have a show tonight?" She asked while her eyes devoured him.
"Kinda..." he replies, "I have been working on something for you"
"Let me grab a shower, be right back!" she threw her clothes all over the bathroom in haste, knowing that when Jake had been working on a song that it was always good. She wondered if it were another ballad, not that she cared what he had written, she could listen to him play that guitar for the rest of her life and not care if it were all metal! She showered fast put on her PJ's and went back to the bedroom, she could hear Jake strumming that electric guitar, making magic with his fingers. The thought made her wet, he could work such magic with his fingers.....
Jake sat on the end of the bed, tuning up his PRS McCarty Soapbox that she got him for Christmas. He saw her coming down the hall in her flannel PJ's ready to listen to him play, he laughed to himself. He had been vague about what he had been working on. He was still weirded out about doing this, but hell he was 40. If this is what his woman wanted then hell, why not? She walked in and stood in front of him, grinning as she said "the critic has arrived!"
Jake pulls her down for a quick kiss then stands up to watch her crawl up the bed to sit against the headboard. He puts down his guitar, and looks over his shoulder at her. She's confused "Jake what are you doing?" He walks to the CD player and hits the play button.
"Incoming mood music" he says as rock n roll booms out
Jake moves his hips rhythmically with the music, moving his long hair from his face so she can see his face as he dances for her. He begins to unbutton his shirt slowly
Pulling the shirt off and discarding it in a pile. His hands run over his own arms, across his bare chest
Swaying his hips with the music, rolling his tight abdominal muscles, falling to his knees and bending backward until his head touched the floor, the slowly rising back up. Her eyes have grown huge watching him.
He stands and moves closer to the end of the bed, his thumbs around the band of his black leather pants. She licks her lips in anticipation...
His long hair falling in his face, a slight sheen on perspiration on his brow, he moves his hips to the song
He turns from her to unzip his pants and she takes in a deep breath...
He pushes the pants down off his hips and kicks them to his pile of clothes, she is gasping for air
He takes his erection in his hand and strokes it, surprised at the effect of stripping for her is having on him