A Dream Come True Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 02

... tip to the valet, a younger man who was absolutely ecstatic to be working for a rich guy. Knowing Cooper, the valet was paid quite well.

Speaking of Cooper, he was the first man that he saw when he entered, surrounded by a number of ladies of whom he failed to recognize, all of them strikingly beautiful, all in stunning dresses, and none of them his wife. They were laughing raucously at some joke or story that Mike walked in on the tail end of, and Cooper extended his arms in greeting, martini in hand. "Michael! You made it! Thanks for coming, buddy." Normally, Cooper was fairly friendly, but only when he was buzzed, or drunk, was he THAT level of friendly. "Open bar as usual, tons of food, you can go swimming if you want to, we've got swimsuits for everyone. Help yourself, mi casa, su casa."

"Much obliged, Sly," Mike said, ever the perfect wingman, even to guys he wasn't obligated to help.

The girls all giggled at that, and Cooper grinned. "Told you. Even the guys at work call me Sly." He shot a finger gun at Mike, who gave him a thumbs up in return before heading into the dining room.

He also didn't recognize many faces in the dining room either. Many of them were 'friends' of Cooper's wife, Lucrezia, and it was apparent to Mike that they were only there to keep up appearances and remain within as close a social orbit to her as possible. Leeches, really, and it reminded him of something his father always told him: 'It's better to have four quarters than a ...

... hundred pennies.' Meaning, if you couldn't guess, that it was always preferable to have fewer closer, higher quality friends, than a large amount of distant, low quality ones.

He did eventually spot Rachel, the shorter woman a bit difficult to spot in the crowd, clad in a lovely blue dress lined with gold meant to accentuate her features. Her hair was put up in a bun, in that professional sort of way that said she went to a hairdresser to get it all done for her. He also spotted Ryan, who was already shitfaced, along with his wife, Tammy, an embarrassed, frumpy little red haired woman who looked completely out of her element as she always did at these functions. He spoke with the two of them for a time and tried his best to help them feel a little more comfortable, but to be fair, he wasn't entirely comfortable and in his element either. He was just better at hiding it than they were.

Just as the two excused themselves to the bathroom, probably so Ryan could vomit up everything he'd eaten and drank that night, his eyes caught the doors to the hallway that were suddenly flung open, and an absolutely stunning woman walked in. She was wearing a pure white dress, with tiny little reflective metal pieces to it that bounced off the light and made it almost difficult to see her from certain angles, probably on purpose to make her seem more angelic. Her body was lithe, with perky breasts, just the right size to be a handful. Like the last bowl of porridge Goldilocks had found, her ...