Tag: wine

She had been asking you to go to lunch for weeks.  Although best friends, rarely did you have time anymore.  Work had you working late hours and weekends. 

Major projects mixed with a prick of a boss.

 Your home life was a ball of chaos unwinding as quickly as you rolled it back up.  Your kids all pulling you opposite directions while your husband just ignored you.  Exhausted, frustrated and honestly you avoided lunch because you didn’t was to be reminded how good her life was.  

Reluctantly you answered the phone “where on earth have you been, lunch today?”  You immediately rattled off a dozen things you had to do “No excuses this time, I am parked out front, you are killing yourself, its just lunch come on!”  You agreed and grabbed your purse, stopped in the ladies room to put yourself together a bit then headed out to see her in a new convertible.  “Wow what a beautiful car.” You climbed in and she sped off to lunch.  She took you to a place you could not afford quickly squashing your negativity “Its on me, I was dying to try this place and you are giving me the excuse to try it.” She hugged you as you walked to a table.  Lunch was all about catching up, she told you about her promotion, how the kids were on the honor roll even though they were in multiple sports, and how her husband was always traveling.  “How do you do it?  I mean…I feel like I am barely keeping it together.”  She took a bite of her salad “Lot’s of wine and masturbating.” She said it so smoothly it took a second to sink in but then you both started laughing too loud for their liking.  A few glares quieted you both down as you finished lunch with smiles.

As you drove back to your office “We need to get you out more often, or just come over and have a good dinner and some wine?” As you quickly added “and masturbation for dessert.” Again laughing as she looked over at you and could see you were really stressed out.  She made a wrong turn and drove around the back of your office complex back into the empty lots.  “Um did you forget where you picked me up from?” You joked as she parked the car and turned to you.  “Do you trust me?  I mean we are best friends so you know I love you right?” You started to worry something was wrong.  “Are you ok?”  She smiled at you “Oh yea of course, but do you trust me?”  You hugged her “Of course I do, with my life.”  As you sat back she looked at you.  “Close your eyes for me.” You gave her an untrusting glare.  “Come on you just told me you trusted me, just close your eyes and sit back.” 

As you did it was silent, a few seconds seemed like forever but just as you were about to say something you felt her hand on your thigh.  It was not a friendly pat on the leg, it was a gentle touch that started to move under your dress.  Your eyes opened as you jolted upright a bit.  “What are you doing?” She pushed you back “shut your eyes, I don’t care who you think about but I am doing to you what you need right now.”  Her hand was back under your skirt and then slid over your panties.  Your mouth fell open and your legs spread slightly as she teased your clit through the silk then you felt her take both sides and wiggle your panties off your hips.  “oh my god….” was all you could say when her fingers slipped inside you.  She touched you slow and deep, you could feel her breath so close to your skin as she touched you.  

Her other hand pulled the top of the dress down exposing your breasts as you tried to open an eye and peek at what she was doing.  “Don’t you dare!” She kissed your cheek “Let me do this for you, keep them closed.” She curled her fingers inside and your hips started to rock in the leather seat.  A wet softness covered your nipple and sucked lightly as her fingers grew stronger inside.  You moaned and shook as she suckled each breast till they ached.  A flickered tongue teased as you felt your body tensing around her gently probe.  “Oh god, oh god, please…” She finished you off as you cried out and came hard for her.   She lifted her mouth, slipped her fingers free, and re-positioned herself in the drivers seat.  As she started the car again you pulled up your panties and covered your tender breasts.  “Holy fuck that felt so good, you are crazy!” She smile as she drove you back to your building.  “Yes but I love you and girl, you needed that bad!  How do you fell now?”  A heavy sigh  “Amazing thank you.”

As she stopped by the door and you climbed out “So Friday night get a sitter or have that lazy husband of yours watch the kids, you are coming over for dinner with me!”  You nod happily in agreement “And I will bring the wine!”

You were hesitant about a new roommate but the simple fact was it was better to have two covering expenses.  She was overly friendly, kind, caring to anything you needed.  For months you slowly built trust and comfort with each other to become good friends.  It didn’t matter if one of you had a bad day, the other jumped right in to help find a smile and laughter.  

When your boyfriend was caught cheating she comforted you, pouring the wine and convincing you that all me were basically useless cocks with muscles.  They were either lifting things or fucking things but she found out long ago she could do both herself.  Bursts of laughter as the wine and friendship helped to numb your pain.  

The next night although you were down she had you quickly in spirit with a nice dinner and drinks.  She talked about how beautiful you were and how you would find someone when you were ready, as any good friend would.  You realized after all these months she never dated anyone so you asked her about it.  She just told you what she had the night before.  “I never found a man worth my time, so I just take care of my own business.” Some giggling at the thought of self satisfaction and conversations leading to good toys to invest in.  “If we keep drinking wine I may just show you.”  More laughter, good wine, food, and as the night went on so did the toy conversation.  So she invited you to her room and pulled open her nightstand.  

Nothing too shocking, a bullet vib, glass rod, suction cup rubber cock.  She waved that one in the air, for those extra steamy showers.  Leaning on each other her eyes widened.  You want to see my favorite one?  Of course you did, as she went in the closet and rustled around.  “Are you lost in there?” She seemed to be taking a long time  “You dusting it off?” But your humorous tone went quiet as she stepped out of the closet wearing only a strap on.  You covered your mouth as she boldly presented herself to you in the buff.  “I told you I could take care of it all myself.  Wanna try it?”

“You never said you were a lesbian.” you felt bad saying it only for her to rebut “I am bi and I have used this on girls and boys thank you very much.” Laughter erupting as she moved over to you.  “Come with me.”  She took your hand and led you back into the living room grabbing the wine as you watched her.  “you gonna sit here with that on?”  She sat down on the couch and smiled at you.  “Undress for me.” giggles as you tip your glass back “come on, let me see that sexy little body of yours.” At this point you were feeling no pain as your shed your clothes and stood there swaying back and forth to show off a bit.  “Very nice, now come here and lets have some fun.” She was serious and you were just lost in the moment of it.  As you stepped over she leaned forward and put her mouth on your pussy.  

The giggles stopped as you held her hair and watched her licking you wet.  Her tongue was wicked in you and she didn’t blink when you came against her lips.  She just pulled you over her and guided the fake cock to your damp folds and helped you ease down on it.  You held on to her shoulders and rocked against her.  Everything felt natural as you kissed her and let her fuck you slow.  You have no idea how many times you came but you knew she had as well.   She left a few teeth marks on your skin on the last one.  You don’t remember much after she pulled out of you. 

The next morning you woke in your bed and wondered if it was a dream, you reached down to feel the cream still damp on your pussy.  You put on a robe and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.  You had a slight headache but felt better than you had in days.  “you can borrow any of that you like.” her voice sweet behind you as you turn away from the stove.  “thanks I think I will invest in my own for sure, that shower thing sounds good.” Light humor to distill any uncomfortable thoughts.  “maybe you wouldn’t mind at least borrowing the strap on sometime with me.” She walked over and kissed you as you finished cooking.   “Of course I will.”  You served her breakfast as you talked about your day ahead.  There was no doubt in your mind you would both be exploring together often.

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He was the perfect husband, loving and devoted to her in every way.  After years of marriage he came to her with a bottle of wine and a conversation that shocked her.  He wanted to watch her with another.  At first she uncomfortably laughed, then felt a twinge of fear building.  Had he cheated?  Was he trying to make up for something he did in secret?  The conversation moved from humor, to concern, to pure emotions of confessed love.  No he loved her, he was only hers, but he was opening up to her about something deep in his mind of fantasy.  

The bottle of wine emptied and they made love all night.  Falling asleep in each others arms only to wake with a wonder in her mind if he would bring it up again.  She didn’t want to be with another.  But at breakfast he mentioned about her consideration of his request.  Had it been a real request not just a reveal of a kinky fantasy?  They agreed only on going out that weekend and looking around, nothing more.  

Days went by and not another mention of it, almost forgotten.  Friday arrived and they went out for a nice dinner with candles and wine.  Then out to a few clubs as they both loved music and a few spirits.  She caught him scanning the room shortly after they arrived.  He just sat back and watched people as she watched him.  Another few drinks and now her own curiosity led her eyes away from him to others moving around the club.  Roles reversed as she found herself rating any single man she saw while his gaze moved to her.  He leaned over and kissed her neck.  “You don’t have to marry the guy, just let him fuck you.” A light comment but it somehow made her whole body quiver.  She actually felt wet and pressed her legs together nodding to him.  

Finishing her drink she turned to the bar to have it refilled to find a man standing next to her ordering as well.  Broad shoulders, large strong hands, and his sexy little smile as he said hello before ordering.  She glanced at her man as he agreed.  How would she ask?  What does she say?  But just as she touched his arm she saw her husbands hand on the guys shoulder.  The loud music really muffled their brief conversation as the man’s eyes widened, glanced at her, then back to him.  An exchange of words as the man tilting his head back and swallowed his drink.  The glass thumped on the bar as he smiled again in her direction and walked toward the front door.  “Did he freak out?  Did he think we were crazy?” He took her hand “No he is going to his car, he is coming over.” Butterflies in her stomach as she was not sure she could go through with this but the alcohol helped her follow to the car.  He held her hand the whole way home with random squeezes as they pulled into the drive.  Everyone entered the home and he poured a few drinks as the strange man looked you over.  “First time?” 

She nodded with a blush “It’s ok its not as unusual as you would think and your a beautiful woman with a loving husband.  This is just sex, so relax and lets just have some fun.”  Apparently this guy had been through this before he sounded like a professional.  They all went up to the bedroom and as her husband sat down in the chair the man turned her and unzipped the dress.  She felt the unfamiliar touch and kiss against her skin as the dress slipped from her shoulders and settled on her hips.  She turned, unzipped his pants pulling him free as he massaged her breasts.  She knelt and looked over to find her man watching intently as her tongue lightly brush along the bottom of this gorgeous cock.  Taking him in her mouth she felt his strong hands in her hair.  Not forcing but guiding her to take all of him.  

“Keep your eyes on me” he commanded as she looked up.  He pressed his cock in and out of her welcoming mouth.  His pre cum was light as he lifted her up.  Now he knelt to help her out of the rest of the dress and as her bare flesh was exposed he teased her clit with his tongue.  She moaned for the first time, looked over to see his cock out in his fist.  She smiled lovingly at him and he could see the pleasure in her face.  That was the last glance as she returned her focus to this hunk of a man feasting on her pussy.  She held on to him as he parted her folds and thrust his tongue in deep.  It didn’t take long for her to cum against his mouth and with her release he stood and turned her to the bed.  Her hands falling on the mattress he moved behind her and eased his thick cock inside.  Her eyes closed as he pumped slowly at first.  Finding his rhythm with her.

The way he touched her, exploring her body, tugging and squeezing her breasts, even slapping her ass as his speed built.  He took her through another orgasm like that before pulling out and tossing her up on the bed.  He pushed open her legs and drove his cock in deep.  She buckled under his power as he fucked her wildly attacking her breasts with his mouth now.  Again she came as this bull owned her body and for hours he used her completely.  She was lost in him until she heard a familiar groan and knew her husband had just cum.  That was it, she burst with an intense orgasm screaming out for it, body completely exhausted.  She felt empty as he pulled out of her but knew what to do as she hopped to her knees and sucked his cum soaked cock.  She jerked him shaft as she sucked the tip till a new deep groan echoed in her bedroom.  He pulled back just enough as she felt his hot seed spill on her chest.  She milked him slowly looking up at him.  He caressed her face and for the first time kissed her lightly as an old friend would.  

He stood, got dressed and thanked them both for a wild night.  He left their bedroom as she was almost afraid to look over at him.  She felt his touch as he climbed in bed, kissed her and thanked her.  She trembled for awhile but he held her like he always had.  She felt his love as she started to drift off to sleep.  A new chapter in their passionate love, she wondered what other fantasies he held inside.  

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©Dmitry Borisov

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Photography was just a hobby, nothing more.  I would take my lunches or evenings when the mood struck me and head to the park or to the industrial sector, to a lake or to peak.   I had to admit I had a way about finding beauty in anything.  I had seen you before around town but today you were sitting out on the pier as the sun set.   I had been clicking away until I noticed your head down.  I walked carefully up from behind not wanting to startle you.  “Hey is everything ok?”  I pretended not to notice you drying your eyes.

A simple nod as you look out over the water.  I sat down beside you, not too close but close enough to start a conversation.  Maybe I should of left you be but I didn’t like to see people hurting.  Some light chatter exposed your recent break up, left for another after a long term relationship.  I admitted my own faults in dating and picking the wrong one but assured you that with your beauty it would not take long for another.  You thanked me but modestly denied my sense and sight.  “I beg to differ, I have an excellent way of seeing beauty and trust me you are a breath taker!’ A light laugh and repeated thanks.

We talked about our jobs and my hobby and after a bit we found ourselves walking the beach.  I clicked away at the final moments of the setting sun making sure to catch glimpses of you in the frames down to the silhouette at the end of dusk.  “That blush looks good on you.”

Now I was really not trying to hit on you, I mean any man naturally would but I recognized the fresh sting of your break up and didn’t want to be the rebound guy, been there, done that.  You invited me for a drink as we got to the lot and although surprised I accepted.   The next few hours at a local tavern our casual conversations became bolder, flirtatious, playful, and revealing.    Leaning into each other in laughter, light touches when we spoke as the night grew late you asked if I had ever photographed people.  It was an odd shift at the point we were but maybe you had realized we were headed for a one night stand and neither of us were really that person.  Attractions aside I reminded you of my dabbling hobby and that any portrait work was for a graduate or random person in the scene I was creating.  You asked to see my work sometime and I openly invited you anytime you wanted to stop by.  With that you stood up and picked up my cell phone.  you typed in your cell number and added it to my contacts.  

I smiled as I had obviously made a new friend and this rough day a bit easier on you.  I paid the tab as you dialed your number on my cell so you now had my number.  You wished me a good night and another thank you as I stood “Pleasure is mine for sure.” You leaned to me and kissed my cheek and walked off.  I finished my drink and wondered if I should try and call you in a few days as I walked to my car.  When I got home and slipped into bed my cell vibrated.  I looked down to find a message from you asking for my address and if I like wine.  I typed in my location and let you know I would have the glasses ready tomorrow night along with some pasta if it would please you.

The next night you arrived and we shared a bachelor prepared meal and a bottle of wine.  Warm conversation and laughter, we ended up in my living room flipping through books of photographs.  You complimented me and revisited the question about taking pictures of people.  “Well if I had a model like you I would spend my whole day taking pictures” a flattering flirt as you set down your glass.  “Get your camera as you stood and started to undress.”  Now you had never mentioned nude photos but I was not about to pass up this playful moment.  I grabbed my camera, where would I take them?  I started off lighting a quick fire and having you relax on the couch.  The flames highlights flickered over your body as you posed.  Was the hottest thing I have every done in my life and your smile was delicious.

You had mentioned the other night certain things you liked, the beach, a bottle of wine and I recalled one of the issues your ex had was you were too wild for him.  Always wanting to push boundaries as he was more traditional.  Now it hit me, this photography in the nude was just you trying to be……….you.  I refilled your wine and took some fun playful pics in the kitchen as you drank and teased.   I was so aroused by you I could barely think.   I needed something off the charts for you, really make the experience and push my own boundaries.   I took your hand and led you to my spare room.  You saw the bed and immediately climbed up, you were ready for more than pictures.  I was not the only one turned on by the shoot.  “Give me a minute..” I rushed out of the room and too the garage, found what I wanted…made a few cuts and rushed up in the room.  As I looked at the bed you were gone and I worried for a split second that you left only to catch you sitting in the tall chair.  You had moved it in front of the mirror and had opened your legs, admiring your body.  Hell so was I.

I didn’t ask, I moved behind you and pulled your arms back, when you felt the rope you smiled at me in the reflection.  I bound your wrists then your ankles.  I took pictures through the mirror of you as I could see you watching.  Then I set the camera down and went to untie you.  Kneeling at your legs you told me not to let you go.  I looked up at you, moved my hands over your thighs and ran my tongue into your juicy flesh.   Your moans were intoxicating and we spent the night releasing you into kinky pleasure.  When I woke in the morning you were gone although the bed was still warm next to me.  I sat up to a rattle of my cell on the nightstand.   Your message was an address and this “Tonight you can bring the wine and I will bring the rope!”

I was determined to recapture my youth as I paddled out into the water on my first day of vacation.  I was the king of cutting the waves and shooting the barrels.  This was going to be my epic return with these perfect water conditions.  I waited for the right one and moved to position and popped up on my board only to misstep and spill into the blue.   The board flipped over on top as I came up and wacked me right on the head.  

Next thing I knew someone was pulling me in, I felt the wet sand compress under my back and then lips on mine.  Choking and opening my eyes to a blurry smile.  “You ok?”  Took me a minute to see a young woman hovered over me.  A few coughs as I held my chest, still aching from the water intake.  “Yea, damn so much for reliving my youth…….” she laughed and helped me up.  She tucked her wet hair behind her ear as she looked at me “You look pretty good for an old man, I am sure you will find your footing.  Be careful out there.” She turned and walked away.  

I had still been dazed a bit as I watched her sexy little frame start to head off, I was damn lucky she was around.  I looked down the beach and nobody else in sight.  “Hey………you have to let me thank you…” I hurry after her.  She turns “It’s alright I am sure you would of done the same.  “Come on, first day here and all I have is a knot to show for it, let me buy you dinner.”

“I don’t eat out around here……” she saw my defeated nod “……so just bring wine over tonight and I will cook.”  she turned again and walked toward the pier.  “I’m the green one on the end, 7 pm.”  A huge smile as I watched her look back at me.  I didn’t bother going back out, I grabbed my pine and headed back to the hotel.  They advised me where to buy wine, I picked up flowers as well and spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing.   A good shower, a white button down shirt and slacks.  I am sure she was humoring me but I was not passing up a night with such a beauty.

When I arrived she was in a floral print summer dress and her hair pulled up, and even more beautiful image than before.  Was not sure that was possible.  “Wow you are stunning” a blushed thank you as she invited me in.  “Thank you for today, I am not sure in my stunned mindset I actually said the words.” She just smiled and started to serve our food.  I took her lead and poured wine in the glasses on the table.  I saw she had the flowers already set in the middle of the table and everything else in place.  I moved behind her and pulled out the chair.  “Oh a gentleman how nice.” 

We ate a wonderful dinner, emptied a bottle of wine, and shared with each other our personal stories.  She was truly an amazing young woman, not just pretty but intelligent, funny.  Too bad she was a dozen years behind my time, yet she didn’t see to mind that.  She let me clear the dishes as she knew a protest would not matter.  She pulled out another bottle of wine and as I finished she handed it to me.  “You will make someone a good wife someday” she teased me.  “Oh well thank you, I could only be so lucky.”  We laugh as we move to the deck looking out over the moon on the water.  “So how long are you on vacation.?”  “Just the week, but although a rocky start it is turning out to be an incredible one.” She traced her finger around her glass then set it down.  “come with me….” she hopped up and took my hand and walked down the wooden steps into the sand and walking over to her boards.  

I looked at her as she lifted one, “come on…….” no way in hell was she…….yep!  Off she headed to the shoreline.  I grabbed a board and followed, seeing her plant hers in the sand and begin to undress.  This was not happening. She was in white lace bra and panties as she ran into the water with her board.  I was standing there letting my tongue drag through the sand.  “Hey you going to just stand there or join me?  The water is a bit cool tonight, hope you don’t mind.” I start to undress leaving my boxers on and step into the rolling waters.  “oh no I always like to get in cold water to impress a girl.” Laughter “oh is that what you are trying to do, impress me?” I look down at myself “Not anymore.” she burst out loud as she paddles out.  I follow and catch up as we sit in the calm.  Not a real wave moving as we sit there.  I could not take my eyes off her, how the moonlight glimmered off her body.  She leaned forward and kissed me as we straddled our boards.  Then she paddled off again.  She had found one and we both chased the curl and took the ride side by side.   It was an incredible rush and I am sure I yelled out into the night air, maybe from the surfing, maybe from that kiss, maybe from my balls up in my throat from the chill……..I will never know.

We found ourselves back on the beach at a firepit off the back of her property.  I helped stock the wood as we lit it up.  Warmth bursting into the night sky as we stood there watching it gain mass.   I turned to her and she lay her hand on my chest.  We kissed again as I felt her hand move over my wet boxers, rubbing me stiff.  I soft moan as she touched me and I moved my hands over her body.  Undressing each other the rest of the way and laying in the sand by the fire I opened her.  Now a mix of moonlight and fire highlighted every curve of her body as I kissed, caresses, and made love to her.  Bodies twisted together in ecstasy as she gave herself to me completely.  When she came for the first time her fingers dug into my back right before she rolled over on top of me.  Then I watched her move on me, this slow, rocking flow against me.  Her hands on my chest, lifting, falling.   I felt the warmth rising as she leaned back further, resting her hands on my thighs, I moved my hands up over her chest as felt her quiver as she came again.  I lifted my hips up into her and flooded her core with my thick cream.  She crashed down on my as we kissed and let our heartbeats start to slow to the sounds of the ocean.