Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,8

and walk in. At 2:15 PM, my day was over, and I was outta there and running for the downtown train. I could run the risk of running into traffic or searching for a parking space so I left my car at the office and ran for the train. I arrived at City Center in record time and made my way to the front mezzanine. I was in luck, the lights were dimming, and the curtain was on its way up. Now mind you, I had only seen Jordan once, and fully clothed at that. I sat in my seat for almost twenty minutes searching the stage for him. There were about a half-dozen, half-naked men on stage, all with bodies to make a girl go crazy. I sat on the edge of my seat looking left then right, and then all of a sudden, I shrieked and gasped for air! I raised my hands up and thanked the stars above, I spotted Jordan! Thank goodness no one was sitting near me they would have thought I was having some kind of an attack crazy or a little crazy.

This brother’s got a beautiful body. Strong muscular arms and chest, thick-defined muscular thighs, a round basketball ass, and a bulge I can clearly see from my seat from the second floor! I became hot, sweaty, and horny in a matter of two seconds. I had a grin on my face from ear to ear all through the show and couldn’t keep a straight face. After the cast received the final applause and the curtain closed, I made my way to the ladies’ room to freshen up and get myself together. I had the shakes and was sweating from all the excitement. I rushed out the front door and waited near the front entrance of the theater with the only smile on my face and chewing my gum as fast as I could. I had to suppress my nervousness. I had to calm myself down before I scared him away. I waited about fifteen minutes before I noticed Jordan walking thru the lobby of the theatre, exited the theatre. For a moment, he was looking around to see if I had made the rehearsal.

Here I am, I waved and walked over to him. We walked to the bank and then off to a restaurant on Eighth Avenue. We only had a few hours to spend with each other before his 8:00 PM show and wanted to make the best of it. I was nervous, he was nervous, and our conversation was choppy and uneasy, but we got threw it. After dinner, he walked me to Fifty-seventh and Seventh Avenue so I could catch the train uptown. It was 6:00 PM, and he had to hurry and get ready for his 8:00 PM show. He gave me a light kiss on the cheek, then two on the lips and told me that he would call me when he got home from his show, then took off running for the theater. I ran down the steps and caught the train back to my office. As I entered the state office building, I greeted the security staff with a song and headed down the stairs to my car. I was driving at the tail end of the rush-hour traffic and arrived home about 7:30 PM. I showered, tended to Hobbs, and got my clothes ready for the next morning. Around midnight, my phone rang. Jordan apologized for calling me so late and explained that the show ran a little late. We talked for the next two hours and made plans to see each other on Wednesday after his rehearsal.

Wednesday took forever to come, but at 4:00 PM, he was walking out of City Center back stage door. Jordan was nicely dressed and so was I. We decided to leave my car and to walk to a theme restaurant on Seventh Avenue and have a quiet dinner. This time, we were full of conversation about our dreams and goals. Jordan wanted to be a world renowned dancer and choreographer and to have his own dance company, a building located uptown or downtown with individual studio space. Jordan was full of so much enthusiasm and passion; I could envision his dreams. We left the restaurant and walked to my car. I didn’t want to leave his company, and he seemingly didn’t want to leave mine. He suggested we drive to Central Park West, somewhere around the Museum