On a Midnight Bolero

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Stars filled the night sky. A gentle cool breeze from the sea tempers the warm air. The outdoor patio at Cafe Romantico, which overlooking the city and the sea below. Rhythms of Spanish guitars fitting fill the air for this place by the sea.

The small audience remains as the night nears its end. He – a blonde, blue-eyed American in the area for business. She – a lady of the region with olive skin and long, straight, dark hair.

As a dancer knowing the rhythm, the slower-paced song speaks to him He approaches her, “Un Bolero, Señora por favor.”

She nods while offering her hand. They walk onto the dance floor of beautiful tile displaying the region’s intricate designs.

Their hands join. Their thighs touch. Her left hand goes to his shoulder. His right arm embraces her to complete the frame. They don’t know each other, yet they are one.

As a dancer, he is wise. Initial patterns are easy as each acclimates to the other. Each notices the skill level of the other. He smiles to her and she senses the simplicity is about to change.

Bolero is long and stretchy. They are close, then apart, then close. Low, then high, then low. She sends him messages through her slinky frame, moving arms, and sensual face with dark eyes. He attempts to remain unflappable, yet she motivates him.

They are close, she whispers to him in his native language. He responds by leading everything he knows. Walks, turns, contras, rondes, sweethearts, moons, sways, passes, checks, syncopated, and switches – and she answers his lead every time while continually speaking to him through her nonverbal cues as if she’s drawing him into her web.

He tries to ignore, but he can’t help notice her sensuality. Her movements speak to him – but that’s Bolero – let alone the setting.

The song ends. They silently stare into each others eyes. Seemingly eternity passes. And …. this was his night to remember on Spain’s Costa del Sol.

45 thoughts on “On a Midnight Bolero

  1. Ummmm. When I gaze into your eyes when we are dancing, the only thing I see is a look like you want to wrap your hands around my throat and strangle me. Where is this sensual dancer????

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  2. Beautiful and engaging, Frank! This was a delightful encounter with both the dancers and the accompanying music. A perfect pairing! I really liked the choice of using the word “stretchy” to describe the dance. And I also really liked “He attempts to remain unflappable, yet she motivates him.” There is so much possibility in that one sentence. Very nice, Frank. 🙂

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    • Debra,
      Glad you enjoyed this story and the music. (I recall you enjoy Armik). I obviously had to name the story about the song!

      Bolero and West Coast Swing are two dances for which “stretchy” would work … and wow … very different dances to different music! Thanks for sharing your favorite line. Interesting how different that is from reader to reader.

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  3. The music is great background–sensual but it makes one want to dance. Your story was a lovely romantic encounter. ( OK, I did wonder what business he was in town for.) 😉
    But Ms. Angle’s comment certainly puts things in perspective. Haha.

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    • Merril,
      Thanks for the kind words. Armik’s song was the inspiring for the title … and yes … that’s very good music for dancing Bolero. Regarding his business, hmmmm …. good question – never thought of that one. …. and my wife’s appearance on this post (after a long absence) surprised me.

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    • Brigitte,
      I dance, but not like this guy! We been to Malaga on the Costa del Sol (the opening picture), but we didn’t dance there. Seeing very good dancers helps the imagination. Glad you enjoyed the story!

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    • Mouse,
      The story/post title actually came from the song. Because of the title, the setting was late night as the band was about to end and the bar was nearing its closing time. My initial thought was around “last call”. Thanks for listening to the song because yes – it was part of the story!

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