Firstly many apologies for the lateness of the story. I know it’s frustrating waiting for things.
Hope this has a place here and once again a big well done to all of the fab works here and huge round of applause to Army Of One for making this all possible. Consensual isn’t my strongest point but hope this is enjoyed.
Jessica xxx
To The Koalas
The bushfires were out of control. Every year it could be said that they got frantic but this year was different. From the haunting images from space that made the continent resemble an ember itself, to distressing images of the aftermath of the inferno, villages reduced to ashes and people stranded on beaches. Not to mention the death toll to humans and catastrophic loss to wildlife. The global media brought it all the the attention and as climate change was the most common rhetoric, the fact was the country was devastated and needed help. Help came in many ways, from extra help on the ground to battle the flames, to saving now endangered species. The world of showbiz responded as is usually did, in the form of relief music concerts and one such event took place at Flemington Racecourse in Melbourne. It was simply called For Australia and was a medley of up and coming performers mixed with, some of the very best in the current trending charts.
Standing in front of 85,000 people at easily her biggest ever set, the fledgling British pop star Paloma Hawkes, sang her encore, a slow powerful track from her only album The Moonlit Road, aptly titled May The Rain Fall. It was due to that track that she even got a chance to perform at the event having limited success Down Under. This would boost her status there and also the album would be number 1 by the next week she hoped. However she wasn’t doing it for her fame. She really did feel heart wrenched at the sight of the Koala bears in bandages. She had thankfully, skipped her UK smash hit, “Set My Rose On Fire”, however after her powerful voice sang the chorus with the masses of the thousands, all that needed to happen was the rain to actually fall in closing cliche to her set. It didn’t happen but left the crowd, braying her name as she got in front of the stage and took a bow. With one final “Goodnight, I love you Australia” she left the set.
She strode down the steps at the side to be greeted by her manager Cliff and his songwriter wife Poppy who hugged her and her young assistant and stylist Chelsea handed her a bottle of water, which she guzzled with longing thirst. She was only wearing a maroon leather jacket that showed her toned flat stomach and short black denim hot pants complimented with Doc Martin boots but she was sweltering. She flicked her short , golden blonde hair which was in a Mohawk style.
“Great performance Paloma, absolutely amazing” Cliff patted her back. “May The Rain Fall will be number one here and we’ll donate 50% all the proceeds to the firefighters” he proudly remarked.
Paloma shook her head, “100%” she said and then took one more long sip of the water.
A young woman passed, wearing a white miniskirt converse and an Australia rugby jersey.
She gave Paloma a smile but it was a smirk of superiority. The sporty All-American sweetheart from Oklahoma. Madison Mitchell. Then she passed and her stage was the next thing lit up.
After the concert, the a lavish dinner dance in aid of the bushfires took place, at one of Melbourne’s 5 star hotels. Paloma, her manager and his wife were all on the guest list,as were many of Australian celebrities, soap stars, Aussie Rules players, and some prominent environmentally conscious businesspeople. Paloma stood at the entrance of the hotel on the red carpet laid out as Cliff and Poppy stood aside to allow her to be photographed. She was wearing a long royal blue strapless evening gown Chelsea had advised. “English, classy and elegant that’s you Paloma, and that’s what we want the world to see you as” her stylist had said mad she checked Paloma over. Placing on gold strapped heels, the British pop star was ready to dazzle.
She did just that and mingled in with many of the pillars of society and fame of Melbourne. One man however had caught her eye, he stood at corner of the large extravagant hotel lobby, as a pianist played a slow but sophisticated jingle.
He was tall, his shock colored hair was long and curly. His stature was complimented, by the well fitted navy blue suit he was in. Paloma needed no introduction, she knew him from her high school. “Jed Mulholland!” She exclaimed as she tried to keep her finesse about her but failed as she threw her arms around him. She hadn’t seen him since she was seventeen and as one of the older more mature boys at her school, she did more than just fancy him, they were teenage sweethearts for a little while before life and the bigger picture pulled them in opposite directions.
He recognized her straight away and held her firmly in the embrace. She had known he was heavily involved with the World Wildlife Fund, but not this prominent. They spoke as if they never had a seven year gap from contact. As the night progressed he spoke of his work and world and she spoke of her own and her ambitions. After the luxurious gourmet’s dream dinner. Jed himself presented a video of the work his colleagues were doing on the ground around the country. The images of distressed animals, drew more than one tear from Paloma’s dusky shadowed eyes.
After the harrowing presentation. Many donations were taken, with Cliff announcing, that all sales from Paloma’s tracks for the next month in Australia would be donated. Paloma was slightly annoyed at being overruled but let it pass as the cameras and eyes were on the attractive singer.
As the night went on Jed and Paloma enjoyed the indulgences of the night. Paloma enjoying the cocktails, and Jed the occasional, scotch on the rocks. She appeared so impressed with his work, and how far he’d progressed in efforts to make the world better for wildlife. He was just as impressed with her efforts as a singer, reminiscing how she used to sing to him when they were young and used to hang out. She looked into his eyes and he gazed back. The chemistry between them was as they left it all those years ago, as if sealed in bottle and preserved in a cellar, only being brought out for the special occasions in life. They never did go as far as childhood sweethearts to ever say they loved each other but in each other’s hearts this chance meeting told them the truth of the deep feelings beneath.
“So do you just co-ordinate the rescue missions?” Paloma was hanging on his every word. His face wasn’t overly handsome but it was full of confidence and charismatic charm, similar to what people saw in her.
“No I go on the ground too” Jed was always hands on. “In fact tomorrow, we are going to north Victoria and meeting a team of local volunteers. Koalas are the focus this week” he sounded both grim and determined. Paloma felt her heart jump. “Oh wow, I don’t suppose you’d.........bring me to help the poor things” she sipped her Long Island ice tea with seductive delicacy. Her eyes never leaving his as she. She wanted to be there, she wanted to help, she wanted time with Jed, whom until this evening was just a memory of long summer evenings in the park, and teenage passion. She was in Australia for another day, she could make that day a week if she wanted to. Her manager Cliff wouldn’t advise it, but it wasn’t his life, it was hers.
Jed thought for a moment. “Well” he paused. “If you want to, I shall warn you it can be distressing, there is so much devastation, as you saw in the video” he frowned as the grim reality of why they were there, entered the lavish room.
“I’d be so happy to help” Paloma squealed. “If it does get distressing and I do imagine it will, I can surely hold your hand?” she sipped again and stirred her beverage with her straw.
Suddenly his hand clutched her bare arm and stroked it, just for a moment. “Of course my Hawk” he used to call her that, after her fierce face and a play on her name. Her heart skipped a beat again. She wanted him. They were nearly finished the drinks.
“To the Koalas” Paloma raised her glass, it was met by his and they sipped the last drops before putting the empty vessels down.
“Can we go for a walk, I want to get away from the eyes for a moment” Paloma gestured to him and he followed her. Cliff gave a passing glance at her across the room, but he was too busy, deep in conversation to question where she was going.
Out a small door to a quiet patio, Jed and Paloma escaped the chitter chatter, and pretentious gestures. It was just both of them, so many miles away from where they both started in life but they could be back in a park in their native Berkshire back in England.
There was no need for any more words. Lips can tell feelings without saying words, and both of theirs locked together as both sets of eyes now closed under the moonlight, and they became real people again.
Arms embraced as the lips now locked over each other’s tongues, as they were exploring each other’s lives through their mouths. Jed backed up and took Paloma’s hand and led her to a more darker secluded part of the garden. The nights entertainment had just begun and any one outside would have gone back in to see it.
They were alone and pressing against the trunk of a large lemon scented gum tree Paloma’s neck was nuzzled by the stubble of Jed as he kissed her so gently, yet firmly heating her up. His desire could be felt against her through his navy trousers.
She wanted him. She gasped out loud as she felt her knees weaken to his moist touch under her left ear. Her right hand dropping, to his navel, tugging out his shirt and catching a soft feel of his bare skin.
His own hands now held her rear end tightly and stroked her tenderly, making her enjoy the sensual caress of the delicate dress fabric against her thong laden bare buttocks. He gasped this time, as she urgently opened his trouser clasp and pulling down the zipper managed to wrap her hands around the hard hot shaft within, fumbling it to freedom in the night air she stroked it, wanting it, needing it and as his mouth returned to hers, his left hand now tugged the light material of her dress and slowly the hem began to rise as her legs parted to allow his body to take a place between them,
Oblivious to anything now except the heavily panting lungs and beating hearts. Jed and Paloma, brought long lost passion back and ready for each other’s bodies. They coaxed the tools of love making with expert hands and artful touches as Jed’s fingers traced up Paloma’s exposed inner thighs and placed themselves against her moistness, her layer of soft undergarment pulled to one side as fingers trickled more wet burning desire from her, and made her own manual mission more vigorous as her swift strokes of want made Jed grunt for the inevitable.
Back to her neck as she lifted her head and he lifted her dress he pressed against her with a familiar breathless groan and her sensations were expressed with a soft, but stifled moan. Her right leg lifted and hooked over his waist pulling him in, as he entered her body and life again, in the same night. She wanted it, needed it, craved it and she was back at school again with her sweetheart. Far from the stage, the record contracts, the touring and attacks from the aggressive media. She was with him, a chance encounter, but a familiar one she never lost the spark for. Jed pushed deeper into her cavern, and the heat of them both for that moment could have started fires.
Was it long lost lust , or new found love but both of them were as one, and Paloma never felt so filled by anyone before that moment. She felt every bit of his body, his shaft and the friction against her clit as he thrusted like an expert, his hips in perfect rhythm as her inner buttons were gradually being pressed also. Her hooked over leg, giving him unlimited access to the starlet’s very VIP area, even if this was very much a meet and greet. He held her waist and buried his face into her bare shoulder as she let out a succession of quick breaths and more muffled moans. His own pants became hard breaths of heat against her bare skin. She clung to his body and her orgasm overtook her giving her sudden super strength as she pulled him so close and whimpered a cry of “Yes.....Yes” in the Australian summer heat. As the crickets chirped in the night air, Jed himself grunted to a climax and those breaths shortened and Paloma held his exerted body tightly as she felt the tension escape his body and the flow of his seed fill her. As it ended they shared a moment as one panting body.
“To the Koalas” they both breathlessly whispered. Then they became two and after quick kisses and the adjustment of clothes they returned back inside to mingle and engage with others.
Cliff saw Paloma’s work as a P.R dream, and not only had her song “May The Rain Fall” become a number one in Australia, he also managed to book her for a seven night tour of the country that May. Paloma was more content with helping the animals, and seeing the people whose lives were devastated by the terrible blazes. She didn’t want the cameras on her, she was doing it for her own spirit and not in the name of Good P.R. Her own spirit also made the full use of time with Jed and the many encounters the aid mission brought them in the woods.
The End
