T O U C H E D

His "Hello".

***Maya***

Two thin threads holding this flimsy black dress over my body that reached just above my knees, are the only things covering everyone's view of me in a brand new black satin panties - especially bought for this groundbreaking night - for me.

I barely recognize the woman I am right now. Scanning the crowd's faces, pretending to be a seductress that knows what she wants while calmly sipping away my expensive cocktail.

Tonight, even though I'm afraid, I know I've exhausted my principles, my body is aching for something primitive in hunger yet elegant in its ritualistic manner. Enough to make me leave my apartment practically naked and wobbly on my feet wearing stilettos I'm not even used to, just so I can complete the picture. Despite my constant fight in the mirror, my loneliness won.

I was never strong to begin with.

However, at most, I'm your average Jane Doe who's a bit on the flabby side. Enough to stick out of my clothes. That's why as time pass by, I'm getting more and more conscious, feeling unwanted and regretting this whim. Much more beautiful and petite women who knows how to play their game, walk by me endlessly.

Why? Why did I bother?
No one will come for me, nobody desires someone like me, nobody'll love me! Why am I so random, impulsive and careless! Everyone is so beautiful... Everyone except me... I should go back...

"You look like a perfect picture to me, can I get you a drink?"

While I was busy cursing myself, I didn't notice someone get close.

***Luca***

Look at that. A rare purity in the circle of sin.

That's a pure woman, how a woman should be! Just looking at her I can already tell how soft she'll be, under me. A man would take pleasure caressing those curves more than someone bony. Sadly, men have a shallow term for beauty.

However, for me, I like them natural, like her.

I was not looking for anything or anyone tonight, I'm standing opposite that jewel, hidden from her sight by the crowd of grinding bodies in between us, just because I craved something to drink. I didn't expect to drink someone tonight tho, but surely, I do now.

Right now, I need to observe her. But it's hard. She makes me hard.

Everything she do threatens my pride of premature ejaculation. Like a school kid who sees a naked woman as erotic for the first time, she keeps me at the edge. Holding the glass in her soft hand, the way she sips, lick and bite those kissable lips of hers makes me imagine a lot of different ways to make her experience much more enjoyable activities with those sinful possession. I'd see it through the end of course.

She's so beautiful, yet why does she look so down? Why did she lowered her eyes and sighed in defeat?

Oh no, she's preparing to leave! It's time for me to gamble on chance!

I made my hello by stating the fact, which startled her and made her blush. I asked her for a drink, I barely heard her whispered "yes, thank you".

"Another of those for the lady and whiskey for me, on the rocks"

I can't seem to take my eyes off of her. Her shyness and the evident blush in her cheeks, makes me want to run my fingers on every inch of her body. I let her burn under my stare, not even masking my desire to possess her tonight. She's starting to fidget, almost squirming when I decided to ease her unbearable yet pleasurable discomfort. That's how I love to make love.