a bedtime story...room 910

A bedtime story ...

She watched him from across the room. It had been an invite she would usually refuse but, the company of a crowd  seemed more appealing that evening.

If it hadn't been for her fascination with wanting to observe him more, she would have left within the half hour.

There was a familiarity in his stance. An aged elegance.

A quiet grace of a worldly man.

She was taller than him...even more so thanks to her heels. Yet. Regal he was in his posture.

A weathered face....having had his share of hard living.

His casual dress...white shirt, black pants...good belt....shiny black shoes, well worn....quality.....spoke of a casual style.

He didn't seek the company of others. They came to him.

Drawn.

Like a moth to the light.

He had a beauty on his arm.

An elegant fresh faced child-like nymph. She clung to him as if he were her crutch...her ticket to dreams not even dreamt of yet.

They looked beautiful together.

She in her innocent youthful beauty.

He in his aged suave wisdom.

She downed the last drop of her dry sherry, turning away from them, smiling to herself.

Maybe she should look for that boy who has been eyeing her earlier.

Could be a night of fun.

On the other hand.

Maybe not. Too much hard work.

She could do with some slow penetrating play

unhurried kisses

melting of bodies

beads of sweat from deliberate lovemaking

soft moans

clinging

wishing for closer than close........

Life.

Cruel she could be.

As she swung round... There he was....before her.

'Room 910' he said .

'Your eyes.....come indulge me' and he walked away.

RB.