Brace Yourself

Dinner Party

She sat beside her date, trying not to look as bored as she felt. How did she let herself get talked in to coming to this thing? I mean, she had absolutely nothing in common with these people, these country club dwelling middle-aged Republicans. Wives all catty and gossipy, husbands talking about golf (and, she imagined, about the pieces of tail that they had on the side when they were away from the women). At least the wine was good.

She looked at her almost-empty glass. Was that three already? Damn, she just was not a drinker. it was almost time to sit down for dinner (the hostess proclaiming that they would be seated promptly at 8:30 for the vichyssoise almost made her laugh out loud - like that cow could even spell it, let alone prepare it). Yep, that did it, she was getting drunk. She had to find something to soak up that last glass of wine before she started slurring.

She excused herself (her date hardly even acknowledged her, sucking up to the host as he was - probably his boss - what was his name again? Ben? Bill? Shit. She had met him at the gym, he seemed ok, decent body, all of his hair, but man, did he turn out to be a cardboard cutout) and went looking for some bread or something. Sustenance! Suuuustenance! She stifled a giggle and turned the corner, almost bumping into someone coming the other way.

She froze, stunned by the intense brown eyes that met her own. They were framed in a face straight out of a magazine. Well, maybe a South American magazine. But those eyes. Her knees actually felt weak when she looked into them. It was like he was seeing straight into her soul, into the deepest parts of her. He smiled, even white teeth surrounded by full lips. She felt it in a different place, then, as there was fire, lust, passion in that smile. In those eyes.

“Oh, miss, I am so sorry to have almost knocked you down. I was just going to check on the table settings. I hope that I did not scare you.” His voice was like kahlua, thick and dark and sweet, with a subtle yet incredibly sexy accent. She momentarily lost herself in it, and in his eyes. Shaking her head, she tried to play it off. “No, I’m fine, thank you. I’m just looking for someone who is handling the food preparation.”

“Why, is something wrong? Because I can-“

“No,” she replied, “Nothing like that. I’m just looking for something to nibble on before dinner. The wine isn’t sitting well.” Good one!

She met his eyes again. He smiled at her, wider this time, and she saw a spark of humor. She hadn’t fooled him.

“I can help you with that. What would you like? We have plenty of things to choose from. Are you wanting a snack, or something larger? I warn you, however, not to spoil your appetite, because the dinner will be both plentiful and quite good.”

“Oh, you’re sure of this, eh?”

“Of course. I cooked it myself.” He took her hand and led her toward the kitchen. his fingers were rough, calloused at the tips, but the skin lower was so soft, so smooth, so warm. He had amazing hands. She imagined his fingers touching her for a moment, slowly and gently…

“Here we are. What would you like, Miss…”

“Jenny. No need for the Miss. Just Jenny is fine.”

“All right, then, Jenny it is. I am Eduardo.”

“Mucho gusto, Eduardo.”

“Espanol? Que bueno!” He spoke Spanish with a slight lisp. She hazarded a guess.

“Are you from Spain?”

“Si. Granada. Ah, you caught it from my Castiliano, eh? You are clever, Jenny.” She loved the way his name sounded on his lips. His beautiful lips. He turned to grab something on the counter, and she noted his lovely little ass. Mmmm. Tight. Hard. Wow. Some hunk of man this guy was. he turned and caught her staring. His smile was full this time.

“I was getting you some bread, but if you would prefer some buns instead?”

She flushed fully, from the roots of her hair to the bottoms of her feet. Oh, my God. How mortifying. How-

She looked into his eyes and saw only amusement. And, behind that, the intensity. He strode to her and looked down into her face. “Perhaps there is some other way to satisfy your hunger, Jenny?” His voice was low, soft, almost hypnotic, his skin so fucking smooth. Not even a pore visible! Unbelievable. 

“Well, that sounds quite tempting, but I am here with someone, and dinner is about to start, and I’m sure that there are other people working in here, right? So, While your offer is more than kind, Eduardo, I-“

He kissed her. Out of the blue. His lips were so soft on hers, the pressure of his teeth light, and then her lips parted and she felt his tongue, nimble and playful, caress her own. She moaned a bit, deep in her throat, and her arms snaked around him, hands moving up his back, fingers tangling in his thick, wavy hair, pulling his mouth harder against her own. His hands pressed into the small of her back, and she let her pelvis fit against him. She felt him excited against her belly. She ground herself against him, feeling the lust flowing through him, out of him, feeling her own build, her pussy growing heavy and wet. She pulled away and looked up at him.

“Too bad we don’t have the time or the place to take this further, Eduardo. I have a feeling that you would be quite the E-ticket ride.”

Head spinning, she turned and walked down the hall, back to the dinner party and Ben. Bill. Shit. Brian. That’s it.

Sigh…