Writing Fun - Part 1

[callistra]

At the art show, the crowd was huge. The venue was concave and dark; potted plants dotted badly lit alcoves whilst the artwork, sculpture and paintings, were garishly bright. It was hot. Too many people were pressed in close; laughter and wine glasses grating and clumsy. He hid behind a palm.

Later, his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for friends, family, or even colleagues would do if he had to. He knew only one person in ten, and he just hoped they had big wallets. His eyes touched woman after woman, then skipped to familiar looking men, then back to the women again. One woman stood out even in the crush; she looked equally hot, but enjoying it. Attention caught, he watched. She was drinking white wine; and chatting enthusiastically with the person who was out of sight. She laughed and gestured; her gestures as large in life as she was. Her breasts stood out in the gloom as white roundness above black lace. She was corseted, he realised, his artists eye admiring the curve of boning and lace, and resultant curved flesh. A lace shawl protected her bare shoulders from scrutiny. Despite the obvious good time she was having, he realised she had noticed his perusal. Flushing with embarrassment, he ducked away to find another drink.

Darker now, fewer people. He gulped the last of his glass, wondering if it was a ploy. Get the place dark enough and then bang! turn the lights on and while every one is blinking and blind, throw them on their asses. He skulked back into a frondy alcove. Maybe if they were drunk enough and blind enough, they would buy more artwork. His crisply ironed shirt was stiff with sweat, and he hoped he didn't have the unbecoming patches of sweat on his back or around his arms. Tough; nothing he could do about it anyway. He ran a hand through his stiffly upright cropped blonde hair. His ex-girlfriend had accused him of looking like an accountant again. He sighed, and hunted for another glass, this time preferably full. His gold rimmed glasses flashed in the darkness.

"Hello," he was cornered behind his palm tree. "Er...hi..." he managed in reply. His eyes caught by her flame red hair; following the lie of the tresses, and the curve of her breasts... the woman in the corset. She smiled up at him, her eyes laughing and also dark with interest. And, he was sure, a hint of hesitation.
"May I...." she started. The noise level was still atrocious, and it almost seemed as if she was whispering.
"May I what?..." he asked, leaning close and bending over her to hear her half asked question.
"May I taste your lips...." Surprised, he managed to say "You...." and then she put her mouth up to his, and he leaned into her. His eyes closed and he breathed in her scent of sweat and perfume, and he swallowed. He opened his mouth to say something, and her tongue touched the middle of his top lip. Slowly, with excruitiating tenderness, she explored his top lip from the corner of his mouth to the other corner, and then she treated his lower lip to the same treatment. Occasionally she would withdraw, and he could hear her swallow. Her breathing was suddenly audible over his own, and he opened his eyes to see her draw away, her face refreshingly pink, and her bottom lip caught between neat white teeth. She swallowed, her eyes still on his, her colour deepening.
"Thank you," she whispered, and turned away into the crowd. "Wait!" he tried to catch her, but she was too fast for him. He remembered his wine glass, and took a deep draught, thirsty. She was no where to be seen.

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[mynxii.livejournal.com]

*decides you -must- have written this just for her...*

you know i adore kissing...

i'm still positive it is a form of sex... done properly of course :P

oh wow... i'm still swooning from the last piece, possibly from the heady mix of white wine and the confusing sweet and dry martini... but wow...

i love what you write... !!!more!!!

if you ever wondered why you inspire me, there is a good example of part of why...

the main problem with reading this amongst a group of people.... i'm fucking hot now!!! *whimpers* that's so not fair, and i'm not unconvinced that it wasn't planned subconsciously :P~

*swooon*