back east as kids while on vacation. Our
fine-looking guide mentioned that they held parties and weddings receptions in
the cave. There were large, wooden tables and high back chairs that elegantly
adorned the various rooms of the cave. It really was cozy. I could see how they
could do large or small parties down there and most people would feel comfortable. It had to be expensive , I thought as
I noted the stylish rod iron chandeliers and lighting fixtures. We entered the
largest room of the cave. There was an older gentleman serving wine straight
from the barrels. I guess it's what you call barrel tasting, something I
learned at an earlier winery that day. The barrel wine was just a little more
green than the wine from the bottles, but it was still pretty good. Our host
had stepped away for a moment while we enjoyed tasting from the barrels. The
cave was large and had several hallways that we hadn't explored yet. I felt a
little adventurous in that moment. Truth be told, I had wondered where our host
had wandered off to and I wanted to see a little more of the cave... and him of
course. So, I stepped away and headed down one of the dark hallways of the
cave. It made a sharp turn to the right and then seemed to dead-end. There was
a narrow doorway to my left. I stepped towards it.
A
flickering of light was coming from the crack in the door. I pushed open the
door and called out, "Hello." It looked to be a storage room of some
type with boxes and boxes stacked on racks that I assumed were wine bottles.
Just as I stepped inside I heard a commotion to my right and quickly turned to
see our dashing server and tour guide standing there with two wine bottles in
his hands.
"Oh,
I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here."
"It's
okay," he said as his eyes locked onto mine. "I was actually just
looking for something for you."
"For
me?" I asked surprised.
"Yes,
for you. To give you a little more practice with your wine breathing skills."
He winked at me.
I
blushed knowing my schoolgirl flirting with him had hit the mark during my wine
tasting lesson. "Wow, why me?"
He
set the bottles down on the rack next to me and stepped right into my space.
His hand gently grabbed my forearm and he looked down into my eyes.
"I
don't even know your name. But, you are the most beautiful woman to have ever
walked into this winery."
I
swallowed hard, taking in his presence. His hold on me emitting a sexual magnetism
that had me mesmerized.
"I
have to have you." He brought his lips to mine gently placing a kiss on my
red, trembling lips. I was so startled. One, by the fact that he was thinking
of me and two, that this man who I had just been fantasizing about upstairs in
the winery had his lips massaging mine. He smelled so good, like the sweet dew
of a mountain spring day. His lips were so sweet that something came over me
and I kissed him back. His tongue darted in, sliding over mine. I brought my
hands to his arms. I could feel his biceps tighten as he reached down and
grabbed my ass.
He
released my lips, "You taste so good," he moaned. Before I could even
answer, his hand had moved just over my cleft under my skirt. His fingers
gently nudged over the lace of my panties putting just the right amount of
pressure on my clit.
"Look
at me," he growled. "You are so beautiful! I want to make you come. I
want to see your beautiful face filled with pleasure."
I
was so overwhelmed with his command over my body that any thought of protest in
my mind seemed a million miles away. His fingers peeled back my panties
exposing my wet sex. I was already dripping. The pad of his thumb found and gently
massaged my clit. Without taking his eyes off of my face, he reached with his
other arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. His touch was so intense
and his body so powerful, all I could do was melt into him. I kissed him
passionately. As our lips met again, I could feel my sex begin to tighten. He
was turning my body into a raging inferno. I didn't
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