A Dream Come True Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 02

... tits weren't too big, or too small: they were just right.

Her brown hair was pulled up into an almost oriental sort of bun, nothing that he could possibly begin to describe if someone were to ask him, but it was needlessly complicated and hopelessly gorgeous, complete with pins and every gaudy add-on you could think of that was required to keep it all in place. Her feet, clad in similarly white high heels, clacked noisily on the (heated) marble floor, just another way for her to gain attention from everyone, exactly what she sought. Her hand lightly clutched her own martini glass, showing off the tanned olive skin that hinted at a greater genetic lean toward her Greecian ancestors. Not that there was a lack of skin to be seen, as the front of the dress cut all the way down to her belly button.

He knew exactly who it was, largely because he'd seen her a multitude of times at previous parties. It was Cooper's wife, Lucrezia, an Greecian/Italian bombshell that was a moderately famous model back home, but had been introduced to Cooper and eventually married him, less for the money and more for the inheritance. Or at least, half of his stuff. It was no secret to anyone with a higher IQ than pounds of makeup on their face, or blood alcohol level, who could figure it out just with a few interactions with her. She wasn't necessarily the sort of woman that he was immediately attracted to, but she had a kind of beauty to her that he couldn't help but appreciate, like the Venus ...

... de Milo, but with a more modern, idealistic, plastic-enhanced beauty compared to the natural beauty of the marble sculpture.

Lucrezia's gaze swept across the room. Once, twice, and then landed on Michael. Perhaps it was just his lucky day. Maybe he was the only one in the room she could tolerate. Whatever the case may be, the queen bee felt generous enough to grace Mike with her presence and speak with him. It felt a little like being approached by Aphrodite, or Cleopatra. Someone exceedingly rich, influential, and beautiful, but so incredibly out of his league that he couldn't normally hope to be in her presence otherwise. She even ignored the other women coming to pay their respects for the party, much to their surprise.

"Michael Hall," Lucrezia spoke up with a pleasant smile, holding her hand out in a way that asked for a handshake, but almost demanded he kiss the back of it. He resisted the urge, taking hold of her hand and shaking it with a light grip. "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Price. I love these little parties, and you do a fantastic job of getting everything decorated and ready. The food so far has been exquisite, and you know I can't resist the alcohol you serve here," Michael responded, genuine with his appreciation. All things said, he wasn't one to turn down free food and drink, and these parties were rare, only about four or five times a year, but always a treat. It also meant his fridge was usually stocked with leftovers ...