Dinner party #2
She is Brazilian, dark skinned with the classic Latino look. A little reminiscent of Sophia Vergara but not as voluptuous. Her breasts are firm and her nipples strain against the fabric of her top. Seeming never ready to subside. Her partner is plumper and blond and appears a lot less interesting, certainly less good looking. Sarcastic, intelligent and witty, but you can see me wince at some of her comments. The Brazilians name is Luciana, but we all call her Lucy, or sometimes Lucky.
It’s evening, the day has been dry and baking hot and the cool air is light and pleasant on our skins. The house makes gentle ticking and creaking sounds as it cools. Just audible above the gentle sounds of Emmylou Harris’ Red Dirt girl, gently oozing from the stereo like honey for the ears. Like sugar for the soul.
He is thin and lean, intelligent and hungry. He loves taking risks and is wealthy and a little arrogant. We’ll call him Eric. He is temporarily in town and he has his new woman at his side. She is a high powered executive, thin, a brunette. She’s pretty flat chested, but good enough looking all the same. She basks in his attention and hangs on his words. They hold each others hands, or put a hand on each others legs all the time. In contact with each other all the time like the new lovers that they are.