A woman in red dress

It was a warm May evening. The sun leaves behind all shades of orange and red. Wind lightly smudges the skin. Music is soft and romantic.

He is sitting in the corner of the bar. A man in his early thirties, with copper hair and black eyes. He is wearing white shirt spanning his muscular body, black suit trousers and elegant black shoes. He is over 190cm tall and very masculine. All women in the bar send him smiles.

He likes this bar at the coast. Sound of the sea makes him relaxed after a hard day at work. He looks through the window at the sunset drinking his second whisky glass. It looks like drawing. It’s too perfect to be real.

Suddenly, something pulls him out of his reverie. This peaceful place becomes even quieter. Everyone stopped chatting and now were looking at the door. At her.

She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his entire life. Petite girl in her early twenties. She has a perfect face. Big hypnotic eyes in the color of the sea, perfect little nose and full, attractive ruby lips. Her skin is tanned and looks very soft. She is wearing a tight and short backless red dress tied on neck, spanning her large breasts and curvy hips. Her long dark brown hair fall slightly over her shoulders and back. On feet she wears very high beige heels.

Swinging her hips, she comes to the bar leaning toward a young bartender who, still shocked, takes order without looking at her. There is even a blush on his face. When she gracefully sits on the bar stool and turns around to view the interior and sees all eyes focued on her, embarassed guests come back fast to their conversations and drinks.

He is the only one who doesn’t turn his eyes from her. She notices it and sends him small, shy smile. He sees something mysterious in her. Something that makes him want to get to know this woman. Her eyes hide some secret and he is determined to find it out.



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