Blue Dress

Stephany saw her first, looking past me at the swirling line of people in Bryant Park waiting to order their lunch. She drew my attention to the girl in the periwinkle blue dress. I turned and saw a blue dress, short, over a long length of sweet, slender girl legs. I couldn’t see her face or even her head from where I was sitting, but I recognised immediately what brought Stephany to point her out — a young, naïve sexuality that was not totally aware of the power of her body and her style. Stephany and I returned to our lunch, chatting about life stuff and enjoying being together on a warm spring afternoon. After a few minutes I noticed the blue dress sit down at the table next to us with her girlfriend. She was sitting across from me to my left and I had difficulty not ogling her incredibly long looking legs — they were crossed, pointing in my direction and the hem of her blue dress lay across her mid-thighs. It was a truly delectable sight. It was distracting enough that I lost track of what Stephany was saying — and then realised that she wasn’t saying much of anything, as she was also distracted by the vision sitting next to her.