She was so beautiful. Everything he had wanted when he was a younger man.
Her nakedness a symbol of mind and bodily freedom, the expression of unreserved passion, the heartiness in her laugh, the gusto and verosity in her words, expressive hand gestures ,animated face as she shared her opinions ....dancing to her own tune of how the world appeared to her.

At first it was simply to experience the freshness of all she stood for and, in that he found himself walking away smiling from ear to ear, feeling energised by the lass's uninhibited naive innocence about the world and its ways.


It was quite an anomoly. The fact that she seemed unfazed or marred by it all.

This young creature seeming so untouched by the space she occupied...where men like him marveled and admired the smoothness of her flesh , the fullness of youthful breasts , her physique not yet challenged by birthing a child.

Her willingness the invitation unreserved to be caressed, kissed .....played with always feeling that she enjoyed and wished to give of herself without restraint.

He wondered if it was like that with others , this feeling he felt....that he was, in some way, more special than the rest.

And this idea grew in his head and so the purpose of his visits to this exquisite creature became an addiction.

The problem was that at home was a wife, children....responsibilities and a life created over 25 years of marriage and companionship.

All of a sudden it all seemed nonsensical ...the drive and purpose now to capture the magic of a world that young lass had introduced him to.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his past that young man he used to be, was nudged.

Her touch...gentle at times and at other times manic and demanding.
Her passion for life felt through her story telling....he was mesmerized.


Months into this battle of what should he do, he had decided today was the day he would book her for the afternoon. Take her away from the place she worked at and tell her how he felt.

He wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve with that. He hoped she would give him clarity...this young creature that had taken her place deep in his groin, his heart, his psyche.

And when he walked into the plush bedroom she had spoilt him in for months and months, before he could open his mouth she simply said..

" Don't. Don't spoil it please. Come. Come lay next to me. It is perfect just they way it is....is it not?"

Stunned. All he could do was look at her and then, turn around and... walk away.

How had she known?

RB.

Why did he walk away?

J_J

Because she did give him clarity.

Did she not....?

RB.