I pulled up and parked adding our car to the other 8 that were already in attendance. This was an invitation only evening and dinner for the 12 principle investors of the W.T. Power Group. I opened my door; walked to my sweet Darya's, opened and held her delicate gloved hand, she slide from the car. She looked up t me a little apprehensive but smiling none the less. This was our first meeting with the entire group since I joined our investments with theirs at the beginning of the year. Doing that had been the best decision we had made. We were now multi-millionaires and there seemed to be no limit.
Darya looked amazing, no incredibly amazing. She was like a living sculpture, a Greek goddess, perfectly proportioned from head to toe. Her features amazed me from the first time I saw her. Her face, her eyes, her legs hips and torso were in perfect proportion. I used to kid her that she could have easily been a super model! She always reminded me that her short stature, 5 feet 2 inch, was very much too short and her breasts were much too big for her frame. Ahh, her breasts, they seemed to defy gravity with their perfect slope and upward curl to those pink pointed nipples and then the perfect half circle curve around the bottom until the skin met her chest. And it met with a radius without hint of a crease or wrinkle. Her perfectly matched set she claimed were too big. I scoffed and always reminded her of her perfection. She always blushed and smiled.
Tonight, we were instructed was to be a night of celebration and indulgence! Our invitation had also included some vague instructions on "black tie" and "as sexy and daring a dress as she wants" but to come prepared for almost anything! We were excited and hoped this group would mirror our own open and sometimes wild desires. Sexy and daring sounded promising! We began our assent of the steps leading to the doors.
Darya seemed to float. Her dress was more like a shimmering cloud than a daring evening gown. The sheerest white gossamer fabric was discretely covered with a pattern of sequins and glitter giving the appearance of fine lace. The delicate pattern accented while almost covering her famine charms. I could not help but watch her move. Each step she took she seemed to float. The gown was deeply cut exposing her beautiful cleavage nearly to her navel. Her perfect breasts swayed and bounced with each of her steps but somehow stayed neatly tucked in keeping her nipples just out of view. The back of this elegant creation had straps that crossed in the middle connecting the sides of the deep, very deep "V" that echoing the design of the front descended down to expose the shapely cleavage at the top of that amazing ass! Still in some trance I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had joked that it was a double cleavage gown. But Darya had fallen in love with it and I in love with her all over again. We both agreed it fit the description of a celebration and indulgence.
The lower steps ended on a wide landing. I noticed they were marble that seemed to reflect the moon light of the year end sky. I stopped took Darya in my arms and slowly spun her around as if we were dancing. On her head she wore a tiny pointed tiara that glinted as it too caught the moons glow. Around her neck hung a delicate silver chain with an elegant single sparkling diamond. This beautiful creature, my Darya, truly did shimmer like the stars veiled by the high clouds.
I took both of her hands and looked deep into her eyes. Her smile was radiant! Her face framed by her long dirty blonde hair, as she called it, was angelic. She had grown her hair long at my request. It now reached past the middle of her back. Those long soft curls and her deep Mediterranean blue eyes always left me weak in the knees. I held her hand, brought her close and we kissed. Ascending the rest of the steps was like a dream, or fairytale as the gown trailed behind her and we floated up to the doors.
There to greet us was Miles. He was the mastermind, the investor who never seemed to make an error, my child hood friend who, even though there was almost 20 years difference in our ages, had become my lifelong friend. Oh the stories of mischief and naughty ideas I could tell you! My love of the outdoors had taken me to the mountains of Colorado while he had opted for warmer climes and love the gulf coast. Tonight I was glad to be here, this fairytale could not be happening without the warmth of this star lit beautiful night. He greeted us and introduced his wife Anna. We each took turns kissing the cheeks of each other's wives and were then ushered into his mansion home. I had not noticed the other 3 couples walking up the steps behind us but he did, and repeated the greeting with each of them.
We hesitated, waited near the doors while the others entered and followed our host to the large marble veranda. Here we each accepted a glass of champagne and told to "mingle, dance, enjoy, and get to know the others". That we did. Darya took my arm and together we mingled and introduced ourselves to the group. The men all must have gone to the same tailor as the variance in tuxes was very small. Darya fit in perfectly. Her gown was the perfect choice as the other women were dressed much the same with dresses of every style and sheerness. The women were visions of incredible beauty, like clouds of varying sheer color wrapped around a heavenly, yet human form. And the music from the chamber orchestra inspired dancing! We danced, exchanged partners, mingled and became friends.
The volume of the mingling and dancing was interspersed with laughter and rose until the dinner was announced. The dining room was a glow with silver and china that reflected the brilliance of the candelabra. We were attended to by beautiful young waitresses in sexy French maid costumes. The meal served more than matched any 5 star restaurants I had ever been in and the conversation never stopped. By the time Miles rose consisted of some information about the past years investments and the direction for the coming year. He purposely kept things short telling us we had each been sent more information to look over at a later date. "Business" he informed us was not why we were gathered and dessert was served.
