Kay Revisited

Oh Kay.

A month or two following the original series, I will toss this on. I really could not think of any way to work it into the narrative. So I guess it will stand alone.

One night, and this was way back in my college days, I was headed home, and decided to drop by Paul and Kay's house. It was around ten o'clock, which was a bit late, but there were plenty of lights on. Hesitant, I saw a gap in the curtains of the dining room window, and glanced through to see if anyone was about.

A quick scan showed both the dining room, and kitchen beyond to be deserted. But suddenly there was a flicker of movement, and I recoiled in surprise. And pondered a moment, carefully reconstructing what I had just seen.

It didn't take long, because I realized that what had caught my eye was Kay, dashing from the doorway of the living room, across the corner of the kitchen, and into the bathroom. The door to her bedroom was just beyond the living room doorway, so doubtless she had just scooted from her bedroom into the bathroom.

Naked.

All right, so I had a mostly side-to-backside view, since Kay was at best parallel to me, then facing away, and it was only for the space of a step or two. She was gone before I even realized what I had seen. All that really registered was an instant's view of her bare back. Well, and her legs and backside, too.

I suppose that I could have waited for Kay to come out of the bathroom, for I wouldn't anticipate her to suddenly have acquired clothing somewhere. Yet I suddenly realized that I had been standing there musing, under a streetlight at ten o'clock at night, for some time now. It was definitely time for me to be moving along.

And...this stolen moment certainly wasn't the way that I would have chosen to see her.

Beauty is something to be...given.

I am going to say this now, just in case "Kay" ever happens to read this...which, really is the only reason that I am writing this. I enjoy women. I can't help it, that's who I am. I have learned that the secret to a wonderful lover isn't a body, isn't great looks, it's whether she has a beautiful soul. A woman with a beautiful soul, who knows how to love, will make a wonderful, incredible lover.

And Christian women, women of faith, by definition, know how to love.

But I saw more of Kay that day than I had ever anticipated, even just that brief glimpse. I don't know whether her husband, any man, has ever complimented her as she deserves. And I know women, I savor women, I enjoy the graceful female form. And what I saw, even in that brief glance, was an absolutely beautiful ass. Perfect, I can't imagine seeing one any better anywhere else. It most definitely wasn't just the white cords that day.

I certainly didn't see the rest of her body, but I could easily be satisfied living the rest of my life, being able to look at a woman with a great rear end like that. I don't think that it would be much of a stretch to say that, beneath all of those long ago ruffles, Kay had a beautiful body.

And the really dumb thing, is that it isn't even her looks that make her so attractive. I could feel the melody, the music flowing from fingers, pouring from her soul. It was easy to tell that Kay would be a wonderful lover...

In all dimensions of the word.