One Bachelor Saved.

A few months ago I decided to check out the new bar on the corner of High street, a few block from my apartment. Nice neighborhood, and the bar looked like a decent place. I parked my car and crossed the street. As I reached the pavement, I saw a gorgeous dainty brunette, with the most delicious behind and a pair of legs any woman would give her false eyelashes for. Elegantly dressed in black pants and a pink shirt, she looked quite a pretty picture. I rushed forward, just in time to grab the door before it slammed shut. As if bewitched, I watched the lady walking to the counter, hips provocatively swaying from side to side. I could not take my eyes off her. I took the seat next to her just to see what she looked like from the front. Well, she was not the prettiest woman I have ever met, but when she smiled at the barman, her whole face lit up. I realized that she was indeed beautiful and that it came from within. She ordered a glass of red wine and seemed surprised when I ordered the same. I commented that there is nothing that could wash away fatigue better than a glass of red wine, and she agreed. We entered into a conversation about wines and discovered that neither of us had any experience of the different types of wines served in bars, as we were both occasional drinkers. Within a few minutes we were talking like old friends. She was quite intelligent, this lady with the smile that could melt the heart of any man. When I told her about my fear of flying, she threw her head back and laughed. A bubbly, melodious sound that drew the attention of a few people sitting nearby. Maybe it sounds childish or stupid, but I felt a pang of jealousy when one of the guys winked at her. She smiled and waved at him. Just then her phone rang and she answered the phone with a cheerful "Hello!" Boyfriend, or husband, I thought. Her face changed and I could see that she was annoyed. With a curt: "Thanks very much!" she switched her phone off. I asked her very politely if there was a problem. She explained that her car was being fixed and will only be ready in two hours, but she had to get to the daycare center in half an hour to pick up her granddaughter. Granddaughter? She must be kidding. Or maybe she started her family when she was very young. I offered to drive her. She looked at me and said: "I do not accept favors from strange men, sir. I could get into trouble." I called the barman, gave him my identity card, business card, wrote down the name of the minister of our church, asked the barman to call to confirm that I am a member of his congregation, and that I could be trusted. She burst out laughing again and said she would accept my offer. The fact that I gave my identity card to the barman must have persuaded her to take my offer. Or it could be the fact that I do go to church.

We left the bar, got into the car and she gave me directions to the daycare center. My mother raised me to be an almost perfect gentleman and one of the things she taught me was never to ask a lady what her age was, but I could not believe that she was a grandmother. She did not look a day older that thirty-eight and I told her so. She answered that she was forty-six years old and confirmed it by producing her identity card. I had to believe her. It was there, in black and white. We arrived at the daycare center just in time. She waved and called out to her granddaughter, a little fairy princess dressed in white, with a pair of wings sticking out at her sides. Her grandmother got out and called her. The little fairy princess hopped and skipped towards us, jumped into her grandmother's arms and gave her a hug and a kiss. She then looked at the car and said: "But mam, this is not your car. What on earth happened to your car. And who is the strange person in the car? You know you are not allowed to talk to strange people, or get into their cars!" Grandmother had to explain to her four-year old granddaughter that I was a friend who is doing them a favor, and that the strange person is not so strange to her mam. She also told her about the car being fixed and with a: "Ooooh. I see!" opened the car door and got into the back seat. Her mam secured the safety belt and made sure that her little princess was comfortable and gave me directions to her house. The little girl introduced herself as Angie and told me that her mam's name was not really mam but was in fact Angela. I told her my name was Dominique upon which she exclaimed: "That is a looong name for a little girl to remember, so I will call you Nique. Is that oky doky?" I had no choice but to accept the new name. And then she started talking non-stop about what she learned today at school, what she ate for lunch, complained about the boys pulling her hair and suddenly started singing Oh Holy Night. Her mam asked her why she was singing a Christmas carol in October. She answered very politely: "Mam, when I am happy, it feels like Christmas. And it feels like Christmas today because I am happy. And I am happy today because you have a friend I like. Now I have a maybe-grandpa. My real grandpa died. Will you be my maybe-grandpa, Nique?" I gladly accepted my new status and hoped that being a 'maybe-grandpa' to this little angel, it will open the door to grandma's heart. When we stopped in front of their house the little fairy princess asked me for my telephone number. When I asked her why she wanted my number, she explained that she wanted to invite me to her fifth birthday party. I wrote my telephone number on her hand and she made me promise that I would come to her party. She assured me that I would receive a call from her parents who would give me the date and time of the party. I promised her that nothing will stop me from coming, but what I was really thinking of was seeing grandma again. Grandma Angela invited me in for a cool drink, which I accepted. I stayed for about half an hour, and left.

A week later I received the expected call. Not from the parents, but from Angela. She informed me that I was to be the second guest of honor at Angie's birthday party and I assured her that I would be there. Two days later I phoned Angela just to find out how they are doing, and she sounded glad to hear from me. I knew that this was the start of a new relationship. We phoned each other often, just to chat, till I plucked up enough courage to invite her to lunch, and she accepted. We got to know each other very well and discovered that we had a lot of things in common. Angie's party was a huge success and I got to know her parents, who seemed to like the maybe-grandpa. After a few lunches and two movies, the lady invited me to have dinner at her new apartment. She decided that it would be best if she was on her own, given the fact that she now had a special friend, as per mouth of her very funny, very naughty son-in-law.

Angela proved to be a very good cook. I haven't had such a lovely, filling meal in years. I helped her to clean up the kitchen after dinner, and we retired to the living room, with a bottle of red wine. She curled up on the sofa and asked me to pour the wine and put on some music. I joined her on the sofa, we drank our wine in silence, yet you could feel the electricity between us. The power of attraction she radiated was amazing. I watched her as she raised her glass to her mouth, gracefully sipping the red liquid, and with the tip of her tongue, she licked the wine off her lips, leaving it moist and glistening. I had to taste those lips. I took the glass from her hand and placed it, along with mine, on the coffee table. I sensed that this was a sensitive, romantic woman and that I had to be very careful. I took both her hands in mine and kissed the palms, looked into her eyes and saw the invitation in them. I kissed her gently on her lips, forehead, her eyes and the tip of her nose. I drew back to read her face. She smiled. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her soft, full and luscious lips once more. Her breasts lightly pressed against my chest. She reached up and put her one hand at the nape of my neck, gently massaging, her fingers now in my hair. I kissed her again and her lips opened beneath mine. Her breath was clean, fresh and warm. I slid my tongue inside her warm mouth and she gently sucked on it. Shivers ran down my spine. The kiss deepened and I melted. I lifted my mouth from hers, placed my fingers under her chin, and tilted her head back. I looked deep into her brown eyes, which mirrored my emotions, my feelings. A tenderness welled up inside me, enveloping my heart. I felt a need to protect the petite lady in my arms. This was not just physical attraction, but something deep and powerful. We have been drawn to each other from the moment we met and I promised myself to do everything in my power to keep her in my life. This was a woman who deserved to be loved, cherished, respected and I was certain that I was the man who would have the pleasure, the honor to make her happy.

I have no idea how long I have been staring down at her lovely face, but when she softly whispered my name, I gave her my full attention and told her that I wanted her. I wanted her, heart, soul and body. She stood up from the sofa, took both my hands into hers, and said: "I have never done anything this impulsive before, but it feels so right. I want to be with you tonight." She released my hands and walked towards her bedroom, paused in the doorway, turned around and asked: "You coming?" I certainly did not need any persuasion so I got up and followed her into the bedroom. I stood there, in the middle of her room, not sure if I should make the first move. She proved to be a woman fully in touch with her femininity when she said: "We have a long night ahead of us, and I want it to be special for both of us." She stepped up to me and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. I had a hard time to restrain myself. She pushed my shirt over my shoulders and it fell to the floor. She placed her hands on my back, moved them over my chest, drew little circles around my nipples and they hardened beneath her touch. I lifted my head, closed my eyes and drew her closer. Her body was soft and warm. Then, very lightly, she flicked her tongue over my one nipple, then the other. I felt my self harden. I stroked her back, moved my hands lower and held her there, pushing myself against the softness between her thighs. She looked at me and told me to undress her. In a few seconds our clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. I lifted her up into my arms and laid her on the bed. She held out her arms, I joined her on the bed, pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Her hands moved over my body and I exulted in the feel of her skin against mine. Her perfume had a soft scent of flowers and it left me feeling slightly dazed. Or maybe it was just being with her that made me feel that way, and I was amazed at the effect she had on me. The man is supposed to be the hunter, in control, but this lady was my equal and I liked it. She knew what she wanted and knew exactly where to touch me. Her lips feasted on my upper body and she drove me crazy with her butterfly kisses. I took one of her full, delicious breasts in my hand, she arched her back, pushing her torso forward. I lowered my head to take her already hardened nipple into my mouth. She closed her eyes and released a sigh. I sucked on her breasts, giving each one a turn and she purred like a kitten, which was definitely a sign that she liked what I was doing to her. I covered her mouth with mine once again whilst my hands, as if out of their own accord, caressed her body. Her skin was soft and delicate. I wanted to eat her from her toes all the way up. My one hand traveled lower until it found the soft, fine hair that covered the most private parts of her body. My fingers found the treasure they were searching for. Soft and full. I gently stroked her there until she said: "Would you like to know what it feels like inside?" I slid my finger inside her satiny cave. It felt warm and deliciously wet. I felt myself growing even bigger and imagined myself what it must feel like being inside her. She laid, writhing and moaning.

Suddenly she asked me to stop, pushed me back onto the bed, and lying on her side, started to caress my body with her tiny hands. Down she went, over my stomach, lower, lower still, and then, very gently took me in her hand, stroking, stoking the already burning fire inside me. She looked up at me and said: "So big, so hard, and so ready." We were both trembling and I knew if I let her continue her tender onslaught, it would be over in a few seconds. Now it was my turn to push her away, but she whispered urgently: "I want to feel you inside me. Now!" I moved over her, she opened her legs, took me in her hand and guided me. I entered her soft, warm, wet, velvety cage of bliss. I called her name and she softly cried: "Yes. So good!" I went deeper as she lifted herself to meet my every thrust. Together we soared, floated, and time stood still. Our breathing the only sound that could be heard. Bodies writhing, bathed in sweat, legs intertwined, we made sweet, passionate love. The tempo increased. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I started losing control. I was so deep inside her it felt like we were one. The tension was building. It was like a volcano coming to life after lying dormant for years. From deep inside me, a fire was rising, burning, raging, trying to escape, and then we both lost control. In my fifty years I have never experienced anything like this. She was right. It was good. Incredible, indescribable. I plunged deep inside her and she cried out, her release wild and spontaneous. She threw her head back and I saw the ecstasy on her face. I felt myself going rigid, the volcano exploded and I spilled my seed deep into her. Shaking, I gathered her into my arms and we held onto each other until the storm subsided. Spent, we laid on the bed, arms and legs intertwined. Not a word was uttered, but we knew with certainty that we have both found that special person we were searching for. A friend, lover and soul mate. Together we drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that it is not a dream, but reality, and we would wake up the next morning, still lying in each others' arms.

BUTTERFLY.