Why Not You?

Stone

What fascinated him was that in that very short time he was able to memorize the landscape of her face. 

 

Stone was twenty nine and bars are a thing of the past. But his college friends still preferred alcohol to coffee. They were having a reunion at the Museo Bar. He was bored and wanted the evening to be over.

Then on the dance floor he saw a woman in a tight fitting metallic blue dress gyrating on the floor, her body unrestricted, flowing sensually to the beat of the wild and frenzied music.

She was dancing with another woman. They were obviously single women who had no care in the world.

There was something in the way she moved, the way her face revealed her passion. It was after all, a ritual in many societies. Often an invitation.

But the way she deflected the man who wanted to dance with her also told him she just wanted to have fun.

He was waiting for his ride at the back near the exit when the woman in blue passed by on her way to the restroom. She had an interesting face.

He was attracted to women who can carry themselves in any circumstances with poise. For him, the mark of a beautiful woman came as a whole package.

And the woman in front of him was certainly filled with arresting curves. Her hair flowed like dark liquid down the small of her back. She walked with self-assurance, unhurriedly, to the ladies room.

She didn't even look at him when she passed by. He watched as she walked, her hips fluid in motion, gently swaying. That would have been the end of it had the short guy not harassed her.

Sure he reacted like what any man would. In any situation he would have helped a lady in distress.

But what he had not counted on was how he was affected by the look on her face.

When he grasped her waist he was stunned by her softness. Her luscious mouth was parted, her eyes rounded in bewilderment. He very nearly fastened his lips on her just so to taste her. But with great will he was able to do the decent thing.

He felt in that short interval he knew her and wanted to protect her. He dismissed the feeling as absurd. That's why he walked away as soon as he was sure she was not in harm's way.

What fascinated him was that in that very short time he was able to memorize the landscape of her face.

Stone felt warm breeze hit his face as soon as he got out of the Museo Bar. A young woman parked a Bentley and waited for him.

Her smile was impish and her hair cut short which she had the habit of tucking behind her ears.

"What took you so long?" Stone chided her.

"My friends wanted to chat more. We have not seen each other for years," the young woman said.

He got in the car. The woman kissed him on the cheek and drove the car with relish and enthusiasm.

Stone could not forget the woman he just saw in the bar. Her face was a composite of sharpness and allure, a sensual mouth that was half parted,  he wanted to kiss it.