the courage to ask

There she was. 
He had seen her some time back, practising dance moves at the gym. Instead of attacking the music with vigour, moves energetic, meant to tighten limbs and buttocks, she seemed to  rather be flowing from one move into another. He tried hard not to make it obvious, that he was staring at her.
At first, he wasn't sure what it was that caught his attention but, as he continued to look he knew.
It was the unhurried fluidity, the stability of her stance, the bowed head, the strength in arms extended...a strong form...yet an elegant feminine form.
Her rhythm trance like in her ability to keep the tempo slowed even though the beat of the music be a fast one. The pace at which he was cycling all of a sudden became methodical, a steadiness settled in the pit of his stomach and legs and his breathing was no longer erratic and uneven.
He watched her stretch, looking up toward the sky, her neck extended, her arms outstretched as if beckoning something unseen...all the time her eyes were shut...the lids not tight...a peaceful closing of eyes.
Her agility as she bent, contorted her length in different shapes and moves and whenever her arms moved in an outstretched type of style, the length of her legs seemed to react in motion matched.
He was aroused. He was aroused by the display of elegance. He needed to get to know her. This carried on for a time. His spinning became stronger. His fitness reaching peaks unexpected and all thanks to the creature gorgeous lost in her world of music and dance.
Eventually he picked up the courage to speak to her.
And as she came through the doors of the glass studio he stood in waiting of her and simply said, "Hello."
She had stopped and looked at him with soft far away eyes as if not seeing him, yet, drawing him into her gaze. "Hello." she responded.
"You are beautiful. thank you for the display of such beauty. I can only thank you for helping me get fit."
"Thank you for watching me." She said. "It is always rewarding to have an appreciative audience."
"Care for something refreshing?" she added.
"Yes please."he responded as he followed her into the parking lot.
His intention had been to escort her to her car.
But. That was not to be . She had stopped. Slowly turned around...looked up into his eyes and asked, " You sure you feel like something refreshing."
He didn't need to answer. His reply was in the devoted eagerness of his gaze. And with that she let him kiss her .
Softly....ever so gentle...ever so lingering.

RB.