The Sauna Part 273

Since the weather was mild, lunch was arranged as an informal affair and we were escorted onto a terrace which overlooked the expansive vineyards of Di Bortoli. Jon ordered a crisp white wine to begin and we made our selection from the lunch menu. We had an hour to eat before our guide, Rolf, returned to collect us and the conversation naturally turned to what we had seen at the sanctuary.

“I’d never even heard of an echidna before today” Jim remarked.

“Me either, but I can tell you it’s a name I’m unlikely to forget” Richie laughed.

“I was surprised at how ferocious those Tassies seemed; they looked a lot cuter in pictures” I said, still a little taken aback at the behavior I’d witnessed.

“They weren’t quite what I expected either. I thought they’d look more like Zeke” Jon added snidely.

Richie and I both punched him in the arm simultaneously and Jim let out a laugh while Jon rubbed his arm, looking sheepish. We finished our meals and waited outside for our guide. It was just after one o’clock and we still had a few hours before we needed to head back to the hotel and prepare for tonight’s show.

Rolf had returned and accompanied us back to the sanctuary where we continued our tour, heading off towards the wetlands. We saw a variety of waterfowl and more than a few reptiles, but we were about to give up on our search for the elusive Lyrebird when Rolf pricked up his ears.

“Listen” he whispered and we all stood there quietly as we strained to hear what he heard.

“Sounds like a car alarm off in the distance” Jim whispered.

The sound was soon followed by what we assumed was a native Kookaburra and then the sound of a baby crying. The strange chorus continued with a medley of other bird calls we didn’t recognize and it ended with a sound that closely resembled that of a barking dog.

“That’s a Lyrebird if I’m not mistaken” Rolf advised us and we followed him in the direction of the sounds.

The symphony repeated, growing louder as we approached, and we heard a rustle of movement in the woods off to the right. The sounds suddenly halted as we came upon a spectacular Lyrebird proudly displaying his plumage. He wound up again and repeated the call of the Kookaburra and added a chainsaw to the medley as if to confirm he was most definitely the souce of the melody.

“Fucking amazing” Richie breathed heavily.

“That sounded just like the actual noises! Shit! How did you know it was the bird and not a car alarm or a buzzsaw or something?” Jon demanded.

“It was the rapid succession of sounds mixed with bird calls that gave it away. The Lyrebird is an incredible mimic, huh?” Rolf smiled with satisfaction.

“Hell, yeah! Can it do music too? Like an actual song?” Richie wanted to know.

“I’ve heard stories that they can pick up single instrument tunes if they hear it often enough” Rolf replied, scratching his chin. “I’m not sure they could mimic the sound of a full song off the radio, though” he added thoughtfully.

“Damn good thing-guess my job’s safe for the moment” Richie cackled.

Author’s Note:
For video links to see a Lyrebird performing his repetoire, click here:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3433507052114896375

I snapped a few photos and we moved on to finish our tour as we couldn’t leave Australia without seeing a dingo. We weren’t disappointed as we saw several on the way back to the main area and I sighed with satisfaction. We thanked Rolf for his superior skill as our guide and Jon gave him a generous tip in addition to the check he wrote out for the sanctuary. We headed back to the hotel to get changed before tonight’s gig and I downloaded my photos onto the computer and emailed the kids and a few friends.

I noticed an email from Jack and quickly scanned through the contents, realizing that Jon and I needed to write that letter of apology to the fans. The website was ready to roll and Jack was just waiting for us to give the okay and send him the letter to post. We ordered dinner from room service and sat down to collect our thoughts.

“Shit, babe, what can we say? I don’t wanna post all the details but the fans deserve some sort of explanation” he frowned.

“I’m thinking that no one needs to know exactly what happened, but they need reassurance that it was unintentional and that their money will be refunded just as we’d promised. In fact, Jack’s email said that they’d already managed to refund all the charges, so we just have to let people know that they need to check their credit card statements. And we need to tell them how sorry we are…” I emphasized.

Jon nodded and sat down beside me to compose the letter and together we wrote our apology and sincere gratitude to the fans who’d hung in there. Jon felt that it still wasn’t enough and he wanted to do something special for those who’d been wronged.

“How many people were affected by the shit that Matt pulled?” he wondered aloud.

“Over eight hundred fans registered and posted on the adult site before we could shut it down and the word got around” I replied.

“Shit, that’s a lot of people but I’ve got an idea. Could we give everyone who registered a $25 credit at the Fan Club store? At least they’ll know that we’re really sorry and I want them to know how much we value their faith in me and the band” he reflected, calculating the figure.

“We can do that” I smiled and I’ve got another idea too. “How about a drawing for an autographed guitar? Let’s generate some excitement to celebrate the launch of the new Fan Club and the beginning of a new era!” I urged him, getting excited myself.

My enthusiasm was contagious and he nodded vigorously in response. The fans who’d been cheated would get an additional $25 in credit at the club store and all the fans would be eligible for the drawing which would take place at the end of the tour. I fired off a reply to Jack explaining our plan and attached the letter that Jon had composed, signing it simply as ‘Jon and Trish’.

This was the generous man that I loved, not the tight-fisted, greedy icon he’d appeared to be during Matt and his mother’s tenure. There’d be no more “promotions” geared at bleeding the fans and the new Fan Club would serve as a vehicle for Jon to return the appreciation it’s members had lavished upon him for so many years. The times ‘they were a changin’ I hummed as I sent off the email.

“Thanks, baby” Jon grinned. “This change really has been long overdue.”

“C’mon Mister Rock Star-you’ve got a show to do” I beamed happily back at him as we shut down the computer and made straight for the shower.

Jon nuzzled my neck as we waited for the water to heat up and I felt the stirring of desire deep down inside as his fingers reached around to my nipples. I wasn’t the only one feeling aroused, I noticed, as I turned round in his arms and reached for his erection that was prodding my thigh. His hands slid to my hips and he lifted me up, easing me on to his pulsating shaft in one fluid movement.

The steam was beginning to cloud up the mirror, but not before I caught a quick glimpse of us in its reflection. Jon’s tongue snaked down my neck as I pressed my breasts harder into his chest and he stepped into the shower. I gripped his arms with my hands and he winced slightly as my nails dug into his flesh, sparking an urgency he hadn’t originally felt. I caught my breath as he rammed into me with an unexpected ferocity and my muscles began to contract almost immediately.

I felt my back slam into the wall as I bit back my cries, burying my mouth in ear. He was on fire, burning with his need to suddenly possess me, body and soul. He’d be gentle and tender later, but right now he needed to bury himself deeper inside my smoldering flame, losing himself in the lust that consumed him.

I responded with a need of my own, growing more insistent with each thrust of his pelvis as our bodies thrashed to a crushing beat only we could hear. The rhythm of our heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears as I crashed into him, washing him in the flood of my passion. His voice rumbled sonorously in my ear as he ground out his own cries, his orgasm ripping forth from his core like a volcano erupting.

“Holy…”he groaned, his body still shuddering.

“Fuck” I finished as the last wave ripple through me.

Our eyes locked and we giggled at the shared intensity of the experience as he slowly withdrew and I slipped my legs to the floor. He was trembling himself as he held me up or held onto me; frankly I couldn’t distinguish the difference at that very moment, nor did I care. I slumped into his chest and he nestled his face in my hair, still heaving from his exertion.