He stared into the bottom of his beer mug; another lonely night awaited him. He sang his last set, and put his guitar down, the place was nearly deserted. It had gotten lonely, not that it was any different when he was home. His wife had left long ago, taking with her, his soul.
Thinking back, he tried to remember the last time he had held a woman? The last time he had something soft and warm in his arms, someone to hold at night. Robert shook his head, she would probably just end up hurting him like the rest of them did. Women were for other men, not him.
The wind howled outside of the bar's windows, rattling them. He huddled into his coat, picked up his guitar, collected his money and walked out the door. The stars were bright. The wind had moved the storm cloud's further east. Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air, he felt better.
Slapping his cowboy hat on his head, he walked down the damp sidewalk, watching the lights blink in the puddles. Robert heard her before he saw her, a lady so slight, he at first thought she was a child. She was huddled in a door way, trying to sleep as the wind whipped her clothes.
He reached her just as she cried out in her dream again. Gently he reached down and touched her arm. "Miss?" he asked. She jerked back. He could see the fear in her eyes. He talked to her as he would a stray dog, slowly and quietly, giving her the reassurances she needed.
When he held out his hand, she took it, allowing him to pull her up and help her with her things. They walked to his truck and he threw them in the back. On the way back to his house, she spoke little, he wondered how anyone could have allowed this to happen to her.
Inside he showed her the bathroom, and got out a clean robe. "Get cleaned up. I will cook us something, I think I am hungry enough to eat the whole can, how about you?" He said as he held up a can of stew. She only nodded her reply as she vanished, soon he could hear the water in the shower, a sound that brought back fond memories.
A couple of cans of stew and a half a loaf of bread, he didn't have much till he got to the store, but he didn't think she would mind. Glasses were poured with red wine, and as a last thought he got out the candles, dusted them off and put them on the table. He was just lighting them as she walked in.
She took his breath away. Her hair was to her waist, and the color of honey. Her face held the bluest eyes he had ever seen, eyes a man could get lost in. The red lips so perfect, beckoned to be kissed. Anger filled him, who had caused this lady to fall to such depths?
Through dinner she spoke only to say thank you, Robert didn't mind, he could see she was half starved. As the meal ended, he rose to clear the table, he was surprised to turn and find her behind him. "You, dear lady, are my guest." Still she insisted on helping, carrying in dishes and dumping them in the sink.
He felt a warmth flood his body at her closeness, when she reached over to turn on the water, her breast brushed his arm. He wanted to grab her, to take her into his arms. The warm soapy water, and the touch of her fingers as they passed dishes back and forth, only intensified his desire for her.
It took everything he had to offer her his bed that night, then turn and sleep on the couch. He kept reminding himself, she had to have a reason, and he would never force her, the timing would be hers. Robert tossed and turned finally drifting off to a fitful slumber, she was still on his mind even in his sleep.
She came in the living room, holding up a towel, she must have found. With the light on behind her, she looked like an Angel. Reaching back she turned off the light, he expected to hear the bathroom door open, instead he felt her hand on the couch, brushing against his hair.
Lifting the covers, she climbed under them, and laid close beside him. He could feel his manhood jump, he was so hard, he wanted her so bad. Kissing her forehead, he asked gently, "My dear, is this what you want?" He never heard an answer that night, instead he felt it as her hand caressed his chest.
His lips found hers in the dark. The sweet taste only fed his desires. His hands roamed her body slowly, she was not a lady one would plunge into, but one to make love to. His caresses, caused her body to move, lifting to reach his touch. She responded to him like no one ever had. Each kiss, each touch, brought her body closer in tune with his.
Kissing the nape of her neck, burying his face in her hair, holding her up close, he never wanted it to end. As his breath and hers began to get ragged, he kissed her breasts, allowing his hands to hold her hips pulling them into him. His manhood was prodding at her love nest. He just couldn't bring himself to enter her yet.
She moved his head up to hers, kissing him again, causing him to see stars more beautiful than any he had imagined. His body was positioned so that when she lifted her hips, he entered her. She was so wet. He slide it all the way in without resistance. Grabbing her up in his arms, he gently moved back and forth, each stroke binding them together.
The urge to move faster, came, but he fought it. Making love to her was heaven and he never wanted it to stop. He kept the strokes slow and deep, letting her orgasm build. When he felt her love box, squeeze him, he knew it was time. As they came together, he held her tight, feeling every quiver of her body.
Robert kissed her neck, smelling her wonderfully clean hair. The thought that tomorrow she may leave, filled him with sadness. He didn't remember falling asleep that night, waking up alone put a cold feeling inside his gut. He walked to the bathroom, it was open, she wasn't in the bedroom either. He hung his head, trying to keep back the tears.
She was standing there frying pan and spatula in hand. "Eggs?" Robert ran to her laughing, grabbing her up as she protested, trying to protect him from the hot pan. "Stay?", he looked into her eyes, the answer was there for him to see. Spinning her around, eggs flew every where, but neither of them cared, as they lay together on the floor.
