I'm ready. I'm ready.
The whole week in 2020 was good to recharge my batteries and trying setting foot on solid ground. I've spent it sleeping at hours which I've never in my life slept, eating healthy and balanced, playing sports, taking with me all the possible love of my loved ones and keeping studying my favourite subject: Queen.
That occasion was different. But although it would be my second time travel, the uncertainty feeling could never disappear. It was a real enigma. Any single Freddie wouldn't have to do with another because their situations in life were very different. Please, Lord, help me this time.
When I opened my eyes there was a total darkness and a strong bleach smell. I touched around blindly and I found a switch by the closed door. Was I stuck inside the broom closet? Where and which context? There wasn't any hint which tells me what year I was or its location.
Then it came to my ears a little almost feminine laugh which made my hair stand on end, even in places which I didn't know I had hair. Then the sound turned into a half protest and later a long drawn out moan. I was there hiding while at the other side two people were getting themselves in the mood. Was that my situation? My God, I remembered the last time surrounded by journalists at a hotel lobby. This couldn't be comparable.
What could I do? With the slightest movement they'd discover me but, must I put up with their entire love battle? Who were thoses little noisy animals and why did happened those things to me?
My curious and smart mouth in Me made me open just slightly the door. From my poor vision angle didn't perceive anything. On the other side apparently it was a stockroom filled with boxes, that's all I could see. The show of pleasure noises and relentless collision of skins was already deafening. An inner power pushed me outside my hiding place. I put out half my body outside and now I bumped into everything directly. I don't know what shocked me more. If seeing two men fucking in front my eyes or Freddie's face, young and filled with desire, stretching his neck like an ostrich.
His beautiful and shining face, with rivers of sweat sliding down his eyes laden with kohl, exceeded all adjectives. The long and black hair stuck to his hollowed cheekbones. In spite of it was kept faultlessly down, some locks went freely as usual. He had deep frown and his sensual mouth pouting in a nonexistent kiss to the air. He was the very picture of sensuality and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was Freddie in 1974. There was no doubt.
For a few minutes I couldn't move. It was as though I was stuck with glue to the floor. I was overwhelmed by an inmense accumulation of feelings getting my body excited. My wide eyes travelled from those long eyelashes over a huge eyes well defined with eye liner, to his long fingers hooked tightly to that armchair's edge, his thickened veins, his beautiful body being clashed over and over again with such a machine-like rhythm while his bracelets's noises accompanied him. I couldn't took apart my eyes from him. But I felt how my hammer conscience called softly and decided hiding myself again inside the broom closet.
I was hidden with infinit stealth, covering my ears. I just could do it a few seconds. Quickly the pervert in me, the pervert in everybody, put my ear to the door. Now the furniture could be heard with a loud clang, shaking all its contents while those two men ended up kill each other of pleasure. I thought that not even a second I noticed the person behind him causing such a noises. Freddie monopolized everything, of course. The rest of the universe was vanished.
The heat inside that broom closet was sticky and started to get dizzy. Let's finished, please. As though they heard me, I noticed the last rattling of their heavy fighting. After the struggling breathing, it came to my ears that creature's unmistakingly crooning voice.
- Ohhh, hmmmm, you've almost killed me, honey.
Inmediately afterwards it sounded his musical shameless laughter. It looked like one of his songs, damn it. I heard the clear sound of two or three sounding kisses and a zip. Two seconds later the door closed. Phew, time to get out of here, Ash. Get out before you suffocate yourself. I jumped up fixing my crumpled dress. Then I noticed a huge sky blue paint stain in the middle of the inmaculate white fabric, just at the right edge. Spoiling all the beautiful lace. Fuck, my favourite dress went to shit. Why did I bring it? In fact the clothes make me feel fine and sometimes I needed my favourite clothes to feel them on my skin in key moments. There was no other explanation.
While I got out watching my dress with annoyance, I startled. Freddie was still there. Didn't they go out? The door was closed.
There he was combing his messy hair with his hands and judging by his annoyed face he musn't be satisfied. He briskly turned around seeing my presence through the mirror. I had startled him but right away he tried to pretend.
- Oh, oh. So were you the mousy listening all the time?
Nice introduction, Mr Mercury. I guess that's happen to you every day. It's true also that he hardly could have heard me among his little pure rapture screams.
- I'm sorry. I... came in to find my cleaning products and...
- You stayed for a picnic.
- I wanted going out but things got messy.
- Oh, darling. You bet they got messy.
He grinned while turned to see himself at the mirror. He wore one of his tight suits which left nothing to imagination. My eyes kept looking at him slowly going up and down his perfect dancer body. His thin legs and that ass. Through the thin tight cloth I saw he just wore a minimum thong which suited him just great. Which other underwear could fit in that outfit? More than once he didn't wear anything.
He pulled up struggling his straps which fell indolent both sides his narrow hips. He pulled up one and then the other and I swear he was so sexy as a fucking Hollywood diva. He found out hard to do it with the thin film of sweat on his body. Without hesitation and thinking further, I searched inside my bag and handed him one of my handkerchiefs.
Me and my irrational outburst with him. I couldn't think clearly when I was near him. He looked over with surprised eyes and smiled adorably shaking his black hair which stuck to his neck.
- Oh, darling. Thank you very much. I'm in an awful state, am I not?
Did he want me to tell him he wasn't, that it was such a long time since I'd seen such a wild beauty? I'm not gonna praising him. He had already such a high ego at that time.
I tried still recover myself of what I'd just heard and seen. I felt my knees clashing one at another. Freddie dried with my handkerchief the sweat from his shoulders and arms putting again his white leotard carefully. In that blessed leotard didn't fit in not an ounce of flesh. Then he passed it through his face. He was still an impressive erotic image. He looked at the handkerchief and then at me with almost a shy smile.
- Keep it. I have a lot of them.
- Oh.
My gesture took him aback and now he stopped seeing himself at last and focused on me. His fierce eyes fixed on everything and thoroughly in just a few seconds. If I hadn't evidence that his testosterone was well satisfied, I'd think he'd like to fuck me there and now.
I think I was cute but as a little girl at her first communion. I didn't know how right or wrong I wore for the time period. Or place. I didn't even know where I was. We didn't discuss about the dressing. Fooling let me that field quietly. I was the expert. I didn't get obsessed with which clothes I must wear for the period time. I considered fashion something very personal to every individual and I didn't think I must wear specific things just because I travel back into the seventies. But my boho dress fitted very well to 1974 despite Freddie liked whatever that looked unusual, extraordinary. He gazed at my body for a while. With the same intensity as in 1984. Then he spotted, a trendsetter like him, my hairdo with a braid like a crown over my head, and also my bracelets, rings and my dress.
- Oh, you have a stain there, dear.
- Yes -I said with a click of my tongue, upset.
- It's a real shame. It's a beautiful dress.
- Thanks.
Probably now he spoke as the salesman of vintage clothes in Kensington market who he was some years ago.
- And inside there is a beautiful body too.
I stepped one foot on another, twisted and uncomfortable. That maybe exceeded his good intuition for fashion. This Freddie '74 was a real wild. A predator and I could offer my tender gazelle wounded neck with just one blink of his eyes.
As bold as brass he put my handkerchief well stretched on his sex underneath the tiny thong. It wasn't noticeable but he did. And I could see it too. How could he do that and being so effective to arouse me and embarrass me?
- Dear, I don't wanna be rude. But I can barely cloak my attributes this way. These leotards show them so clearly. Don't you think?
Did he want me to give my opinion about his huge penis? At that moment I didn't even know my name.
- Besides I make myself sure I can't lose your handkerchief. It's the most beautiful thing somebody has given me today. Apart from my earlier orgasm.
Oh, there you are. What has become of his shyness? At that moment it sounded a few thundering knockings and the door opened with an accurate push.
- Fuck, Fred. We've been searching you for hours.
- Hours -he rolled his eyes theatrical-. Don't exaggerate, Bri.