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'Once was....' Chapter One
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Jake walked into the hotel bar just after 9 pm. A hundred hotels and a hundred business trips over the years left him weary and made him realize even more that his good years were far behind him at 58 years old.
He sat at the bar as he always did. Usually near the end so he could look at the people living and loving their lives as he once did. He remembered the butterflies in his stomach and the anticipation he used to have for the "hunt" when he was their age. He enjoyed picking his prey and culling her from the herd for the eventual trip back to his room. He never failed. Never.
But that was a different Jake. A younger Jake. This Jake was just a shell of what he once was. The butterflies left him long ago and the hunt has been replaced by his own longing for just an hour of conversation with someone who might actually be interested in him.
Jake often found himself profiling the bar patrons as he watched their antics with each other. The yuppies who had way too much hope and enthusiasm... the lounge lizards who all seemed to shop at the same clothing stores... and had the same barbers... the underage college kids who had phony I.D.'s but still acted like teenage idiots... the local MILF's who paraded through for their pick of hard body arm candy... and of course.. the quiet ones.. who always seemed out of place.. like they didn't really belong here but came only because their friends did..
She sat in the corner. Her chair pushed back from the table. As if she was trying to hide in the shadows between the lights. Her friends were all drinking and laughing unreasonably loud at what obviously was meant to draw attention on them. The music was soft and low. Almost symphonic and seemed not to fit the rambunctious crowd as they acted out their roles. Her hair was long and flowing. She couldn't have been but barely 21. He thought younger. Her spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and the soft mounds of her breasts were highlighted in her cleavage as she shifted in her seat. Her shoulders bare and beckoning. She seemed oblivious to everyone around her. Somewhere else in her mind. He knew that feeling. He often did that himself.
Jake turned back to face his drink. He downed it and motioned to the bartender for another. He wondered at the quiet girl in the corner. Why was she here? Which one of the noisemakers had she come with? What was she thinking? His mind drifted to his old days. She was the type he would have gone after. He could see himself now.. circling the room slowly.. making eye contact... almost a scent.. pounce.. and capture... she would have been his for the night... in the old days.
Suddenly one of the noisemakers elevated his obligatory unfunny laugh at something equally as unfunny. Jake turned to look.. but not at him. His eyes found hers.. lost.. confused.. wanting.. then his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was looking past all of the commotion.. and straight at him. The noisemaker was her date.. but she wouldn't be going home with him.. not tonight.
Stepping back in time, Jake felt himself slide from his bar stool. He knew the feeling. Long unfamiliar and distant. Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The butterflies.
Never rush... each step is deliberate... each swing of the arm... the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the way you breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room... shoulders squared... chin set defiantly... nature itself requires the male of each species to dance and preen for female selection... a presentation in hopes of greater pleasures to come...
Jake knew she was watching every move as he made his way to her. He could sense her own anticipation as her breasts rose and fell more rapidly as he approached. Her mouth slightly open. Her bottom lip full and wanting. As he rounded the table on her side she slid her chair back and rose to meet him. He didn't stop until he was only inches from her body. Her eyes deep blue. Almost translucent. She smelled of lotions and oils. He knew she would be sweet to the touch.. and the taste. She was so young. She was so innocent looking. She was stunning.
For the first time Jake doubted himself. He knew she was looking into his tired eyes.. his grey temples.. his face with all of the creases and scars life could throw at him... wondering at this strange man in front of her.. old enough to be her grandfather... reality was beginning to set in.. she deserved far better than him this night.
His eyes must have told her his thoughts as she stepped even closer to him. Her soft swollen breasts compressing slightly against his chest. Her mouth close to his. Her lips pouting as she breathed through her teeth. Jake could only feel the sway and heat of her body as the noise in the room slowly faded. His mind filtering out everything but her.
He could hear her gasp slightly as he felt her fingertips brush against his. Pulling his hand into hers so gently. Jake looked down at her bare neck and shoulders. So smooth and desirable. He wanted the rest of her more than any woman he had ever been with. They had barely looked at each other. They were barely touching. He barely heard her when she whispered.... "Yes"......
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