“Must be nice to be loaded,” I thought, placing a case of
Cheval Blanc beside the mixed case of Domaine de la
Romanie-Conti and Domaine Meo-Camuzet. $1900 worth of wine in
two cases. It was worth going the extra mile for customers
like these. The 25 minute drive was over in a flash; I’d made
it before and took a few shortcuts to avoid the construction
induced delays on the highway. I enjoyed the smell of freshly
mown hay as I traveled down the country road before turning
into the driveway of this most impressive home. Roger
Fontaine was a former NFL cornerback, a two time pro-bowler
who’d played for the Steelers in 3 superbowls before an
unfortunate injury to his anterior cruciate ligament ended
his career prematurely.

I parked next to a black Ferrari GTO in the spacious
driveway. What a machine, I thought, as I inspected an
automobile that cost more than my condo. Athletes’ salaries
are so insane, I mused.

I went up to the front door and rang the bell. Ferdinand,
the male servant, answered the door with the kind of
arrogance that only servants to the filfthy rich can muster.
“Is Mr. Fontaine in?” “No, sir, he’ll be out for the day. May
I help you?” “I have a delivery for Mr. Fontaine’s cellar;
two cases of wine.” “Oh, yes, the delivery entrance is around
back. I’ll meet you there.” And he turned to leave. I suppose
he wasn’t discourteous, but the cold detachment, the “I can
scarcely be bothered with you” attitude was really quite
grating.

I brought the car around to the rear entrance, and popped
the trunk. Grabbing the Cheval Blanc, I moved towards the door
when a movement in the pool area caught my eye. A gorgeous
woman was getting out of the pool. Must be the wife, I
figured. Ferdinand appeared presently and let me in. I took
the case down the stairs and put in on a large wooden table
in the cellar. I went back and got the other one, and placed
it beside the first. I looked about the cellar for just a
minute. Impressive. Verticals of a number of Bordeaux, some
prime vintages of burgundy, major california varietals.
Better than even my personal cellar, in sheer volume of
impressive wines. If nothing else, Fontaine had exquisite
taste.

As I got back to the top of the stairs, Mrs. Fontaine was
there. She’d put on a cotton wrap, but it really did little
to hide her beauty. I tried not to appear awestruck. “How
much do I owe you?” she inquired. “Nineteen-hundred and
seventy-five dollars,” I answered, almost apologetically.
She didn’t even bat an eye. Ferdinand supplied the checkbook.
“Thank you, Ferdinand. I won’t be needing you anymore today.”
“Very well, Madam. Good day.” And he left.

I couldn’t help but stare at Mrs. Fontaine. Her delicate
and feminine features were most alluring. Long chestnut brown
locks were pulled back in a pony-tail. I was close enough to her
to smell some very expensive perfume. Fortunately it was as
light and delicate as her beauty and not overpowering or
cloyingly sweet. I surreptitiously inhaled deeply, closing my
eyes. Exquisite. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me
with considerable amusement. I blushed deeply and wanted
nothing more than to get the check and disappear. “You like
that?” “Um, yes, it is a most delightful scent.” “It’s called
Jungle Gardenia.” She handed me the check. “Thank you very
much,” I blurted and turned to leave, but her hand touched my
arm and I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“It’s really quite warm out, could I offer you something to
drink?” Meanwhile, her feminine touch on my arm is setting
off deep primordial urges in my loins. “Um, sure,” I breathed
nervously. I thought to myself how utterly unsmooth I was
being. “What would you like? We have all sorts of wine, we
have beer, a full bar– Ferdy’s gone for the day so you’ll
have to fend for yourself. There’s wine in here,” she
drawled, indicating a half-size refrigerator. I chose an
alsatian riesling. “‘Screw?” I asked. “Um, I mean, corkscrew.”
There I go blushing again. “Sure, to both questions.” She had
the corkscrew in her hands. When I went to reach for it, she
pulled it away. She did this twice. Then I put my hand out,
palm up, and she put the corkscrew into it. I opened the
bottle without further ceremony, and filled the two Riedel
crystal glasses she had produced. I savored the bouquet of
the wine, inhaling deeply. I nodded and took a sip. Crisp and
lively and fully dry in the traditional alsatian style. Most
refreshing.

She put her glass down and before I knew it her arms were
around my neck. I was very nervous. Christ, if her husband
showed up I’d be leaving in a plastic sack. “Relax,” she
whispered reassuringly, “he won’t be back today. He’s off to
San Jose on business.” I put my glass down, put my arms
around her waist and asked her what on earth she wanted with
me. Her face clouded and she pouted for a second. “My sex
life is tremendously unsatisfying. I haven’t had a real
orgasm that I didn’t give myself in months, maybe years. My
husband is hung like a horse but he thinks that’s all there
is to sex. Foreplay is minimal when there’s any at all, and
he never, you know, eats me. So I never cum. I have to fake
it to save his ego.” “Wow, that was quite a mouthful. What
makes you so sure I’ll be any better?” She never really
answered. “Just shut up and kiss me you fool.”

Our lips met and it was electrifying. Our bodies melted
together and I ran my hands over her back as we embraced. Her
hungry tongue pushed its way into my mouth and our tongues
swirled together in a timeless oral pas de deux. Our collective
breathing deepened. Finally I broke the kiss. My initial
reservations were rapidly being consumed by the insatiable
fire of lust.

She grabbed her glass and took a sip. “Brilliant choice; I
love it.” She turned and walked away, to my extreme confusion.
She turned back, “Well come on!” I didn’t need to be told
twice! I grabbed the bottle and my glass and followed her. I
walked directly behind her, watching her graceful curves and
movements. She was rather feline, I decided, as I watched her
move. No doubt about it, this was one hot woman.

We went up the stairs to her bedroom. I began to relax and
enjoy myself. Here was a beautiful woman about to exchange
mutual carnal knowledge with me. Life could be worse! She sat
on the edge of the bad. “Um, Mrs…” “Veronique,” she
interrupted. “Oh, Veronique” I said, employing my well
developed french accent and noticing how she crinkled her
nose with enjoyment as she smiled when I said it, “you have
beautiful hair.” I stroked it, decided the ponytail was a
problem, and undid the bow which held it up. Her chestnut
locks cascaded over her shoulders. It was much nicer to touch
this way. I brought her head to my chest as I ran my hands
through her silky hair. She purred contentedly. I put my
glass on the nightstand, touched her face and brought our
lips together.

More electricity. Our mutual lust was spreading, growing in
strength and urgency. We devoured each other’s mouths. Hot,
sweet kisses here and there; tongues probing, tasting,
loving. I opened my eyes and her face was lightly flushed.
“My, but you’re an excellent kisser!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m
quite oral,” I laughed. Her eyes danced with anticipation.
Her hands flew to my shirt and deftly undid each button. She
put her hand inside and felt my firm pecs, gliding her hands
through the forest of chest hair and gently tweaking each
nipple in turn and then together. It felt so good. I took
another sip of my wine as she did this, then put the glass to
her lips and tipped it carefully. “Mmmm, that really is good,
isn’t it?” she inquired. I nodded.

I stood her up and removed her cover up. Her nipples poked
through the fabric of her expensive french bikini. I pulled
the top off, and her breasts stood proudly before me.
Perfectly formed, creamy white and firm, they were like
melons ripe for the taking. I caressed them softly, kneading
them gently, urging further nipple arousal. She whimpered
softly. “Your hands,” she whispered. “Tender touches…”
Her nipples were wildly erect now, virtually screaming for
some attention. I leaned over and licked over a nipple with
deliberate slowness. A tiny, feminine gasp escaped her lips.
I did the same to the other one. I stood, and grabbed the
bottle. I lay her on her back, and poured a few dribbles of
riesling over her nipples and breasts. I quickly kissed up
every drop. Her pulse quicked with every kiss and nibble. I
dribbled more. Kisses and licks swabbed up the wine, and the
occasional odd nip kept her off balance. “Oh my God, I can’t
believe how good that feels!” she squealed like a child.

I was getting almost dizzy, between the rush of blood into
my now aching penis and the alcohol in my bloodstream. I
pulled off my pants to release some of the pressure, and
dropped my underwear as well. I was now fully naked, with my
pulsing pole standing at attention. I skillfully hooked my
fingers under her bikini bottom, and slowly pulled it down to
reveal a well trimmed bush. As she spread her legs, I could
see her pink-brown lips were distended and glossy with
arousal. I kissed the top of her mound, and she tried to
bring her clit in contact with my tongue. “All in good time,
Veronique,” I teased. I wanted her frustration to continue,
for now at least. I refilled my glass, finishing the bottle.
I pulled the rest of the capsule off the top and held the top
in one hand as I toyed with her pubies with the other. She
was squirming now, so I leaned over and took a nipple into my
mouth and sucked- hard. Her vocalizations became less
intelligible, but the message was clear. She loved the way I
was playing with her.

After a few minutes, the top of the bottle was warm, and I
maneuvered myself so my cock was at her tit level. “Rub my
cock on your tits,” I instructed. Soon I could feel her ripe
breasts and hard nipples under my raging pecker. I spread her
legs apart and began running my fingers along her lips,
spreading the wetness around. She was getting quite charged
from all of this. I began to play with her pussy with the
slender wine bottle. Like many german wine bottles, those of
Alsace are long and tapered. I would soon put these
attributes to good use. I began rubbing her clit with the
bottle, then I went back down along her slit. She looked up
to see what I was doing, the sensations were so different
from anything she’d experienced. I leaned over and licked her
burning pussy with long up and down strokes. She shuddered in
pre-orgasmic bliss. I worked two fingers into her and
massaged her g-spot for a minute or two. Her excitement was
reflected in her expanding pussy. I slowly and carefully put
the bottle against her vagina and pushed steadily until it
started to go in. A cry from the other end of the bed made me
stop. “No! Don’t stop!” I began a careful in and out motion,
working the bottle in a little more each time. I got four or
five inches in, and the bottle was getting pretty big around
at that point. I didn’t want to stretch her too much. I
leaned over and after a few manipulations of the bottle and
some neck craning moments, I was able to tongue her swollen
clit. It took less than 10 seconds to push her over the edge.

She came, screaming, writhing, hot snatch pulsing around
the glass intruder. She was completely incoherent, thrashing
and moaning. I stopped licking her so she could relax, and
slowly slid the bottle out of her crack. She lay panting next
to me, but hardly finished. She rolled over on top of me and
began furiously sticking her tongue down my throat, tasting
her own juices on my lips and tongue. She was like a woman
possessed. Now she began biting and sucking my nipples, which
got them very sensitive, as I played with her firm breasts. I
was on the verge of blue balls at this point. I’ve had blue
balls more often than Papa Smurf, but that wasn’t going to
happen this time. She went down on me and slurped my bone
into her mouth. She was an accomplished fellatrix, that was
immediately apparent. Up and down, tonguing my balls, pushing
my legs apart and licking over my anus; I was quickly being
sent into orbit

She looked up at me, slyly, and took my balls into her
mouth while maintaining eye contact. It was intensely erotic
seeing her suck my nuts that way. With a plop they fell out
of her mouth and she began slurping on the purple head. Then
she did something I found extremely intense; she began
talking dirty to me with her mouth full of cock. She told me
how she loved sucking me off and how she looked forward to
tasting my hot cum. She kept it up for several minutes before
my eyes closed involuntarily and I braced myself for the
eruption. I began squirting hotly into her mouth; it was such
a powerful orgasm that the first spasm lasted about 3 seconds.
I must have spurted alot because she started choking.
Then the spasms came closer together as I proclaimed my
enjoyment. She kept up with it as best she could until I was
done. I was actually seeing stars, I was hyperventilating so
much. She wiped a few strings of cum off her lips, and lay
beside me.

She began running her hands over my chest and licking my
ear, and I never really got soft. She straddled me and her
hot muff slid over my turgid rod with silky smoothness. No
wonder her husband couldn’t hold it very long. She was
exquisite, she’d clench her muscles and milk my cock, then
ride more. I rolled us over so I could be on top. I had her
put her legs together so my cock slid directly over her clit,
then began pumping rhythmically. Our sounds together were a
symphony of love. Sweaty bodies sliding together, desperate
breathing, moaning and crying gave way to shrieks of pleasure
as we climbed the plateau. Her body became rigid then
quivered like a bowstring as she shot over the cliff.
Incomprehensible cries filled the air as I joined her in
a paroxysm of ecstasy.

We lay there together, enjoying the post-orgasmic
aftershocks. Nothing like servicing your accounts, I say.

You opened the door wearing a bulky sweater made of angora
red skirt and no shoes..you had just gooten home from work
a few minutes earlier.
“Hi!” I said entering the door..”you sure look beat”
“come here..let me relax you!”
with that i took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

“Stand here” i asked and slowly started to undress you.
i removed the sweater slowly..my hands running genlty
under neath it…up to your bra…stopping there for a minute..
must move up now as your nipples ar starting to harden..
“lift your arms please kitten” i breathed into your ear..
making the goose flesh stand up..

I slowly removed your bra..running my nails gently over your breats
and nipples feeling them harden with desire…you turned your head
to kiss me…your mouth open, inviting..tongue moist…
“slow down kitten….wait.” i breathed into your ear again,
just touching the outer edge with my tongue.

i run my hands down your sides to your hips….thumbs hooking
into to the top of your dress and your panties…pulling
them down..down past the moist mound of pubic hair…down
past your pussy lips…i stop to inhale your scent.
“mmmmmmmmmm very sweet..I must taste” my long tongue
flicks out and brushes the hair just above your clit..
“OOOOOOOO” comes out of your mouth…you try and reach for me..
“not yet kitten” i breath out slowly…..”not yet”

i take you by the hand and lay you down on the bed..face down.
“where is that flavoured rubbing oil i bought?” i wonder out aloud.
“Oh here it is..” i open the bottle and pour some onto the base of your
neck, moving your long hair out of the way…

i start to massage..first your neck….then your shoulders
then your arms…then your back…mu palms pressing firmly,
fingers working the skin…now down to the small of your back….
now around your perky ass……down to the thighs….
“open a little kitten” i ask….”thats enough!”
i start on the thighs…then the inner thighs….down to the knees
then the calves….the ankles and the feet…
working on the feet….licking and kissing your toes…first the one
foot then the other…..now starting to work back up….the same way i
worked my way down….stopping only to run my finger nails along the inner
thighs over your pussy and down the other side….doing it a few times.
now back up to your shoulders..

“roll over kitten, time to do the front!”
you roll over, eyes galssy with desire…
” i want you!” you manage to get out between breaths
“not yet lover” I said as i pour more oil at the base of your neck.
“wait I’m not done yet!” i say with a wide grin andi run my tongue over my lips…..making them moister..”mmm i can still taste you on my lips”

i start to massage your neck…then your shoulders then your breasts
which seem to leap out at me….wanting me to knead them..playwith them
your nipples are pointing straight out like an accusing finger…just asking to be chewed on…sucked on…and ofcourse i must oblige…..

your are now purring like a pride of lions……
you reach for me again….”not yet kitten” i say “not yet”
my well oiled hands or now massaging your breasts and nipples…
now the underside…..down to you tummy….hips…….pubic mound..
the inner thighs…i lean forward to give your clit a massage with my
tongue..” when i give you a full massage kitten” i say to you between licks
“i give a full massage”
you are purring even louder now…..i hope the neighbours dont hear!
i stop and continue massaging down your legs…down to your toes..
i cam smell you very strongly now…you are dripping….
“please eat me” you yell “tongue fuck me NOW”
“not yet kitten” i say very very pleased with myself

i hold your hands and lift you up, and lead you to the shower.
nice and hot!!! and i use the big sponge that i bought..
lots and lots of suds…and bubbles…

soaping you all over…….your eyes are glazed with deisre..
good just what i wanted and you grab me and kiss me very very
deeply…..”let me get undressed first” i mumbled thru your lips

you let go and i grab o towel and put it around you..
we go back into the bedroom….you sit on the bed
and watch me get undressed..your eyes making love to every
part of my flesh as it becomes visible….
your eyes become wide when you see the state of my hardon,
hard as nails….
i remove my pants…
your run your tongue over your lips as you see moisture.

i finsh drying you….i sit on the edge of the bed and tell
you to sit on the floor between my legs with your back to me.
” i must brush your hair dry!” i say as i pick up the brush
and start to brush your hair…but you look at me with a little
sparkle in your eye and i am not sure what it means…but i’m sure
i will find out soon enough..

you feel your hair and it is almost dry…
you spin around…placing your hands on my hairy chest
and push me flat on the bed…holding me down…
you bend your head…tongue flicking out…and move in what seems
like the kill..
your tongue is all over my hardon….teasing it…rubbing it
now around my testicles….”YESSSSSSSSSSSSS” i scream
“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!”
i do not see your other hand reaching for the brush….
THUMP THUMP right on my ass..”that will teach you!”
you say before you return to work where you left off
and i reach a shuddering orgasim..which you suck
greedily…………

“Come here kitten…its your turn” i can just barely manage
to say.