Halloween Hello

Him:

"I have about an hour before I leave so I will log on and send her a quick message." He thought as he stood in the bathroom, drying off after taking a shower.

He shaved, drew the towel back and forth on his back once again then cinched the towel around his waist. His dog met him at the door when he exited the bathroom. Tail wagging and happiness showing in his eyes.

"Hey Bud." He said as he gave his dog a scratch between the ears and a pat on its hind quarters.

The dog circled around his legs, then walked over to a sunlit area and laid down. Content and happy that he had trained his human well.

After lifting up the screen to his laptop, he hung his wet towel on a peg then put on a pair of mesh shorts while the screen was booting up.

Log on complete, no messages from her. (sad face)

He clicked on her screen icon and then hit new message.

"I hope you have had a great day today.

I have just finished with a shower and will be getting dressed to go to my gig. It is a Halloween gig and we have to dress up. I will be going as static cling. I am going to take a bunch of mismatched socks and pin them on me. :P

I hope you have fun at your event. Stay safe please. Let me know when you make it back home safely?"

He hit send then closed his computer.

As he turned towards his closet he stopped. Turned back towards his computer and began to open the screen again.

"It is too late, I already sent the message." He said aloud. "She will probably think I am a total geek now because I sent the little tongue sticking out thingy."

After flopping his hand on his head out of annoyance of himself, he closed the screen and began getting dressed.

Her:

The day had been chaotic, hectic, maddening, over the top busy and almost out of control. But, yet here she was standing in her bed room with a towel wrapped around her body post shower.

She had about an hour before she had to leave and go help set up for the fundraiser party. She had volunteered to help with decorations and setting up the silent auction tables.

It will be good to be surrounded by a lot of people tonight. No cares, no worries. People eating, singing, dancing and hopefully spending a lot of money on the items up for bid with the silent auction.

She walked over to her laptop, opened it up and waited for it to power on.

After logging on she felt a slight smile work its way to the edge of her lips.

He sent a message and she was glad that he understood how busy she can be.

Static cling huh. Oh boy, he does have a bit of an imagination.

Cute, a sticky out tongue. In control but has no issue of acting silly. The smile found its way to the other edge of her lips.

His message was sent about 50 minutes before so he had most likely left and is on the road.

Knowing that he will check for a message when he gets a chance, she decided to message him back.

"I am standing with a towel wrapped around me after my shower and have about an hour until I leave for my event too.

It has been a very busy day and I was unsure if I had time to get everything completed.

I did, and have a few minutes to spare after my shower.

Our event is also a Halloween themed party. I plan on going as the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz except for the green makeup. I will be wearing a green wig instead.

I will let you know when I make it back home. If I remember. :P"

She sent the message and giggled that she too sent a sticky outie tongue happy face.

Him:

The venue was a good place to play. He had played quite a few shows with many different types of bands on that stage. Rock bands, jazz groups, swing dance bands and even a mariachi band.

Tonight was with a rock band. It was a fantastic group that he has played quite a few shows with and had gone on mini tours as well as cutting a few recordings. Fun, professional and entertaining is how he would describe this band.

He finished with the sound check, picked up his cases to stow them back stage. He then leaned against the wall and pulled out his phone.

A huge smile painted his face as he read the message she sent.

He quickly typed out a reply.

"Hey, you stuck your tongue out at me!!!

By the way, did you know that I just changed my name to towel?

Double :P"

"Too forward? Too silly?" He thought after he hit send. Once again too late now. It was sent and there is nothing wrong with being silly. "At least I hope not." He thought.

He walked up to the bar and asked for a bottle of water. The barkeep handed him the water and said, "Hitting the bottle hard tonight huh?"

"It gets pretty warm up on stage and I cannot afford to sweat what little talent I have out onto the floor." He said after paying for the water and pressing a few bills into the tip jar.

As he stood at the bar, he noticed all of the tables and decorations were being assembled and organized. The silent auction table was set up and he meandered over to see the offerings.

The typical autographed footballs and basketballs, hand sewn quilts, liquor baskets, time share weeks and various other sundries found at charitable fund raisers adorned the tables.

As he was getting ready to leave the last table, a piece of paper that advertised an auction item caught his eye.

He had bid and won many items at these events. Many times the item he won would be given to someone he knew that would appreciate the gift. There had been countless footballs, jerseys and Disney on ice tickets given to the children of coworkers. "Here ya go, thought your kid would like this." Or most of the time an anonymous gift given in order to keep away from the family wanting to pay him back.

The item that caught his eye would be for him though. He would keep this one. He knew he would win because it was something he wanted and he would pay in order to get what he wanted.

He placed his bid and would check on it during the break between the first two sets.

Her:

She arrived at the event and was happy to see everything was running as smoothly as expected. She enjoyed the conversation and the entertaining atmosphere. Lively music was being played over the speakers and she was surprised to see that a live band was going to be playing.

"I wonder." She thought as she looked at the stage. She saw the trumpet sitting on its stand and laughed. "There is no way it could be him. He would have told me if he knew he was going to play this event. Would he? Or would he try to surprise me?"

Having never met in person, she was not sure if she would recognize him unless he introduced himself. Then again, would he recognize her? What if it was him and he was nothing like she expected. She had already told him her costume and she did not bring a back up. There would be no way of hiding with her costume.

With 5 minutes left until doors open, she put the finishing touches on her decorations and placing the items with the description pages for the silent auction. She told one of her friends that she was going to go put on her costume and would be right back.

The long sparkly eye lashes took quite a bit longer to attach than expected, but, she did have to put her own flair on the witch costume.

The band was playing as she returned from the bathroom and she began to bob and sway to the music as she worked her way through the crowd. Once she reached her table, she exchanged pleasantries with her friends. She lifted her glass to her lips as she glanced towards the stage.

Fortunately it was water she had just sipped then spit into her napkin.

There he was. On stage playing his trumpet with socks stuck all over his shirt.

She giggled and apologized for the water splatter.

Her friends shrugged it off with a wave of their hands.

"The band sounds great!" One of her friends said.

"I like that they wore costumes." Said another.

"I am just not sure what the guy on the right playing the horn is supposed to be." Her friend that was sitting to her left said.

"He is static cling." She answered. "He has mismatched socks attached to himself."

"Ohhhhhhhhh, That is kind of funny." her friend replied.

She excused herself and worked her way through the crowd towards the bathroom. Once she turned the corner that led to the bathroom hallway she stopped suddenly. He was standing in front of her with his left shoulder resting against the wall.

"Hi" she said softly.

"Hello" he said with a low soft growl to his voice.

He walked over to her, held her hands in his and lowered his lips and began to kiss her. She was up against the wall with her arms being held by him above her head.

His lips meeting hers, his tongue and hers sharing the passion and his moan filling her mouth and mind. Her knees began to weaken and she felt herself begin to slide down the wall.

He released her hands, placing each of his hands on her butt then lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. Their mouths still engaged as he walked towards the bathroom while holding her, protecting her.

"HEY!" She heard, shook her head then focused her eyes.

She was standing next to her table and her friend was waving her hand in front of her face.

"Huh! Wha!?" She said.

"You stood up and said you were going to the bathroom then you just froze in place for about 10 seconds. You ok?" Her friend asked.

"I am fine, just got up a little too quickly I think. I will be right back."

When she walked into the bathroom hallway she was slightly disappointed to see that it was empty. With a slight sigh she entered the bathroom.

Him:

Between tunes he scanned the crowd and was impressed with some of the costumes. He kept looking for a green hair witch but was unable to see all of the people at the back tables.

The set was going well and the crowd interaction boosted the bands enthusiasm. One guy approached the stage, totally smashed, pointed at his shirt and said, "Ayyyyy...ders is my missen sock!"

He laughed, lowered his trumpet then plucked off a sock from his shirt and threw it to the guy. The guy acted like it was stinky then began to chase a few ladies around the dance floor while holding it out towards them.

When he looked up from the guys chasing the ladies around like a school boy chasing girls with a frog he found at recess, he saw a green wig wearing witch head towards the bathroom.

He put is trumpet on the stand, disconnected his in ear monitors and exited the stage by the side entrance. The side entrance to the stage led directly to the bathroom hallway. As he turned the corner he saw her standing in the middle of the hallway with a sly, seductive smile on her face.

"I like the socks." She said as she approached him.

She stood in front of him, got on her tip toes and kissed his lips.

"Your eyelashes ticked me." He said in a breathy tone. "I like that."

Without another word, he took her hand and led her to a room back stage. It was used as a supply room and he had used it as a warm up room earlier.

Once he closed the door he led her to the work bench in the back of the room. He lifted her up and sat her on the bench with his hands resting on her hips.

They began to kiss feverishly while their hands explored one another.

She could feel his hardness and became excited knowing that she had that affect on him.

He held, pinched and squeezed her nipples and enjoyed the response she gave to his touch.

"I need to taste you." He said as he reached for the edge of her leggings and began to lower them.

"I want you to taste me." she said as she opened her legs for him.

"Dude! Get ready, the tune is ending!"

He shook his head to see the sax player looking at him. He picked up his horn and played that ending of the tune with the band.

"Thank you! We will break for about 30 minutes so you can hear all of the announcements and directions of the silent auction. Be ready to dance when we return." Said the band leader, indicating the end of the set.

Them:

He exited the stage and turned the corner to enter the bathroom hallway.

She exited the bathroom and turned towards the venue.

They both stopped.

"Nice socks." She said then giggled.

"Nice hair." He said and smiled.

He approached her and extended his hand. She took it and held it.

"Hi." He said in a low voice.

"Hello." She replied in a hushed voice.

"I did not expect our first meet to be like this." He said, stepping back waving a hand over his costume.

"Me neither." She said then fluttered her long eyelashes.

"I had no idea this was the event you were going to. If I did, I would have tried to dress to impress you." He said with a shy smile.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Green hair and sparkly long eye lashes is not the ideal first meet look." She said and smiled.

They both laughed and realized that they had no need to apologize. There is nothing wrong with silliness.

"Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I bid on and will win a dinner for two on a yacht. I would like for that to be our first date. If you would like to have a date with me." He ask while looking deeply into her eyes.

"How do you know you will win? There are a lot of people here and every one of the silent auction items are getting a lot of bids." She said also looking into his eyes.

Without a word, he pulled her hand and led her to the silent auction items. He stopped them in front of the "Dinner for two on a private Yacht. Tomorrow night only." advertisement.

As she looked down at his bid, he intertwined his fingers in hers.

He felt her grip his hand a little tighter as she looked and only saw his name and bid on the paper. She looked up to him and nodded her head yes.