1 comments/ 9827 views/ 3 favorites It Happened In The Winery By: lusciouslover The small winery and vineyard my parents owned was about four hours from my home—one of those little towns in the Willamette valley. I didn't visit often for a variety of reasons, but this time had a purpose. Robby, a co-worker at my office, had come with me. I met Robby when he came to work with our company. It seemed like he just kind of showed up for work at our office building one day. He managed to land some kind of informal, part time legal research gig—something about trademarks and copyrights. I just noticed this tall lanky guy I didn't recognize. The second thing was that this tall lanky guy was pretty easy on the eyes. We got to know each other over water-cooler small talk, and found we shared interests in literature and movies, that kind of thing. Before too long, he would swing by my office on a break to share some new book he had read, or a news story he thought was interesting. We even had lunch once. He was a talkative guy, once you got to know him, and shared a lot about his past life. It turned out that he had been a bartender for a number of years, school and as a barely-paid prosecutor. Why he was giving up that to pursue a teaching degree, in English no less, was beyond me. But, to each his own. He was a little more than 10 years older than me, and currently living at his brother's house and sharing a bunk bed with his nephew while waiting for financial aid to come through. At the same time, my mom was desperately looking for people willing to babysit the tasting room at the winery for little or no pay. Eventually, I put the two together and asked him to come up for a weekend interview. If Mom wasn't comfortable with leaving him alone at the winery while they were away, then at least he got a free weekend away from his brother's house. The ride to the winery had been pleasant—long, as usual, but pleasant enough. Like I said, Robby's a lot older than me, so I just enjoyed his company. He's also a committed bachelor, though I never asked for any details. I always kind of imagined that he'd had a torrid affair with some home-wrecker that ruined him. We avoided the subject by mutual unspoken consent, but I was always curious. He developed a habit of calling me "pumpkin" or "princess," which made me think that he thought of my more like a younger cousin than a grown woman. So I dismissed the idea of a potential romance early, but I couldn't help but think that somewhere there was a woman that was missing out. Saturday morning breakfast was a bit awkward. After all, I had never brought a man home to meet my parents. The fact that Robby was a coworker rather than a boyfriend didn't seem to pass through Dad's thick skull. Not much did, but I tried not to hold it against him. When Dad finally left to work in the vineyard, Mom asked me and Robby to create some semblance of order to the winery. Dad always left whatever he was working on wherever he was working on it, accompanied by any tools he was using. This left a chaos behind that even the most logical mind would have trouble deciphering. Pointing Robby in the direction of the work bench, I asked Robby to gather up all the tools and put them in one cupboard. There was everything from screwdrivers to a pipe wrench scattered across the workspace. I started cleaning out and organizing a cupboard across the room. The winery was little more than a refurbished garage, so the room wasn't that large and we were able to chat while we worked. After a couple of hours, I was satisfied that I had gathered all the racking tubes and hoses I could find. God only knew where the stepladder was, so I climbed on top of a triple layer of cases of wine to hang some hoses on the hook attached to the crossbar. The hook, naturally, wasn't very stable—Dad hadn't taken the time to attach a permanent one—so I had a hard time getting the flimsy hoses and the light-weight wire hook to agree with one another. When I finally had the hoses hung as I liked, I put a hand next to my feet and jumped down. The drop was a bit more than I thought, and I let loose a small squeak when I didn't land when I expected to. Robby turned at the sound and rushed toward me. In his rush to save me, at least that's what I assumed he was trying to do, he managed to knock me backward just as I was standing up. It was so unexpected that my head whipped back and hit the wall behind me. "Ow," I said. "Oh God. I'm sorry. You okay?" He grabbed my arms and tried to steady me. "I think so." I shook my head to clear the stars. "I'm sorry. I heard you yell, and I thought you had hurt yourself." "Thanks for making sure I did," I said with a wry grin. A surprised chuckle tumbled from his mouth, but I was close enough to feel it start deep in his chest. Then, "seriously, are you okay?" "I'll have a little lump, but it's not bad." "Where? Let me see." Robby turned me around and gently touched the back of my head. "No blood," he said, uncertainly. "It wasn't that hard. I'll be fine." After letting him pat around a little more, I turned to face him again, expecting him to drop his hands and stand back to check his handiwork. But he stood where he was, just a few inches from me, his hand still in my hair. My eyes darted to his. "Your hair smells really good," he said distractedly "Thanks." I was going to make some quip about how I hadn't even washed it that morning. "I always wondered what it would feel like..." his sentences trailed off, and his eyes drifted from where his hand was stroking my hair. I saw him focus on my lips for just a split second before he leaned down and kissed me. Surprise kept me from moving for a solid second before I automatically responded by returning the kiss. It was gentle and chaste, at first. Then after several breathless moments, we parted. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have..." His words trailed off. I looked at him for a moment, wondering what he was about. He looked vulnerable, and maybe a little conflicted. Finally, I said, "You're a really good kisser." There was a little more desire and blatant invitation in my voice than I would have preferred. But I had wondered, when I first met him, what it would be like if we were closer. And, I'll be honest, it had been a really long time since I'd gotten any. Before I could kick myself for sounding like a slut, Robby leaned in to kiss me again. A small groan escaped his throat, like those words were the only thing in the world he wanted to hear. The sound was barely perceptible; I felt its subtle vibration on my lips as he kissed me again. I wasn't lying when I told him he was a good kisser. Great is more like it. Robby's hand had moved from my cheek around my back until my head was nestled in the crook of his arm, kissing me more deeply and more thoroughly than I had ever been before. His other arm reached around my waist, pulling me toward him. His passion was so intense that my body responded without thought, pulling him closer. Tentatively, I felt his tongue tease my upper lip as he pulled it between his own. I opened my mouth a little more to welcome him and met his tongue with my own. Robby pushed me flush with the wall and I felt his hand migrate slowly from where it had held me at the small of my back to my side and up my rib cage. His hand followed the line of my bra to my breast, and a little shiver went through my body as his thumb passed over my nipple. It hardened almost instantly. We tangled tongues until his mouth began moving down my jaw line, leaving hot, moist kisses as he made his way down my neck. He paused briefly and nibbled on my earlobe, inhaling the scent of my hair. As he continued down to the hollow between my neck and shoulder, he took the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it off my head—not roughly, but he meant business—and attacked my mouth again. As our tongues met again, I felt rather than heard another of his sub harmonic groans. The tingle of it drew a soft moan from my own throat. Dropping my shirt on the floor, his hands worked their way up from the waist of my shorts, caressing every square inch of my back until he came to my bra, which he deftly unhooked. Then the door to the winery came open and a shaft of bright natural light shined around the boxes and onto the wall behind us. "Kate!" My mom called loudly into the winery. Robby and I froze, not making a sound, not even flinching. We were hidden behind a tall pallet of boxes, but if Mom stuck her head in to look for me, she'd come in until she found me. It wasn't a pleasant thought. "Yeah, Mom?" I was shocked at how normal my voice sounded. Oh the wonders of adrenaline. It turned my entire body into a sensory node. I could feel Robby's arms and torso stiff with panic. I also noticed, now that I wasn't distracted by his hands and talented tongue, something else nearly as stiff pressing against my abdomen. "Dad just got called into work. Something big broke down at the plant and it's all hands on deck. Steve and Mary got called in too, so I'm going into town with Dad to watch their kids. Will you cover the tasting room?" "No problem." "Thanks. I'll call when we find out how long it will be." "See you later." The energetic flare of the pickup ignition was muffled by the closing door. I didn't move until I heard the rapid rumble of tires over the cattle guard and the hum of acceleration as my parents took off down the gravel road. The breath I had been holding rushed out of me in a sigh of relief. Robby relaxed just a millisecond later. "Oh my God," I said breathlessly. I looked up at him and saw his expression of panic fade to a broad seductive smile. "Mm hmm," he said, and bent down to envelope my mouth again. We kissed again, rapidly building to where we had been before we were interrupted. Neither of us said anything, but we both seemed to understand that we now had the place entirely to ourselves. We moved against each other a little more slowly and deliberately in acknowledgement. Robby pulled back just enough to let my bra fall from where it had been pinned between us. His hand found my breast again and squeezed gently, circling my nipple with the soft surface of his palm. I took the opportunity to pull his t-shirt from where it had been tucked into his shorts. I pulled it up as far as I could, then he reached for the edges and tugged it over his head. When he wrapped his arms around me again, he pulled me from the wall and pushed my back toward pallet of wine I had been standing on. Without breaking our kiss, he reached under my thighs on each side of him and lifted me the three or four inches it took to slide my seat onto the top of the boxes. When he broke off, I let my head fall back as his mouth found hollow at the base of my throat. The little sucking kiss and nibble he placed there made me gasp softly. I wrapped my legs around his hips—partially for counterbalance as I leaned further backwards, and partially to pull his body, his hips, all the important parts, closer to mine. Slowly, agonizingly, he left a slow trail of kisses down my chest to my left breast, where he kissed and teased the nipple until it was so hard it almost hurt. Then he gently licked the curve of my breast as he moved to the other one. When he seemed satisfied, he continued his journey of kisses down my belly. He paused briefly at my belly button, circling with his tongue. I wouldn't have thought that would be particularly stimulating, but it was extremely erotic. By this time, he had let me down and I was propped up on my elbows, watching him. Between his mouth and his hands, which were constantly in motion—caressing, stroking—I could barely keep my breath. Robby paused just long enough to unbutton my jean shorts, loosen the zipper and pull them out from under my butt. They joined our shirts on the floor. Picking up where he left off, he kissed a straight line lower and lower, until his chin brushed the top of my panties. Without pausing, he deftly pulled my panties down, giving him access to more and more skin. He brought his head up for a moment, allowing my knees to come together enough to strip my panties completely off. They left a wet trail as he pulled them from between my legs—my own fluids had soaked them through. When my legs spread again, Robby resumed his progress at the inside of my right knee and began working his way up my thigh. When his mouth reached the softest, highest part of the inside of my thigh, he didn't pause. He seemed intent on continuing to my sweet spot. "Robby," I gasped. "You don't have to." No one had ever eaten me before, and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to. As if in response, he delved enthusiastically, tongue-first between the lips of my labia, digging enthusiastically until it reached. He kissed, licked, and suckled every fold until his tongue barely brushed my clit. "Oh, Robby." I breathed. Robby let out his own groan of pleasure, which passed through my nerves like a lightening rod. He took my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. My hips arched from their resting place on the edge of the boxes, begging to get just a little closer, for him to lick just a little harder. My toes curled, and my hands went to Robby's head, running my fingers through his hair. God, it felt so good. I was so worked up that it didn't take long before I was ready to cum. "Robby! Stop. I'm going to come, if you don't stop." But the words had the opposite effect. His tongue went to work on my most sensitive spot, and I felt a single finger slide into my hole. He went slowly, but I was so wet that it wasn't long until he was all the way in and rubbing my G-spot. I gasped and arched my back—my entire body was as tense as a steel girder—but I didn't cum until I felt a second finger join the first. They must have pumped into me only once or twice before my mind exploded and I bucked uncontrollably against his mouth. Somehow he stayed attached until the crashing wave of my orgasm subsided. I was still shaking when he rose from between my legs and climbed onto the boxes, straddling me on his hands and kissed me. He dug his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own juice. It was salty and a little tart. I'd never tasted myself before, but I sucked greedily at his mouth, loving the sheer eroticism of what he was sharing. Heartily wanting to reciprocate, I reached for his belt. The metal rattled as I undid the fastener, then unbuttoned his shorts and finally lowered zipper. His manhood bounced through the opening, only to be was restrained by his loose boxers. I pushed his shorts down off his ass and reached next for the boxers. Robby uttered a pained grunt, then stopped kissing me. "I don't, uh" he stuttered in a gruff tone, "I don't have any protection." "I'm on the pill," I said, my own voice a bit shaky. "Thank God." He surged forward to kiss me deeply one more time, then leaned back and removed both his shorts and boxers faster than I had ever seen a man move. He was back on top of me before I could sit up. I only caught a glimpse of his manhood. It wasn't overly long or thick, but I wanted it so bad my pussy gushed a little at the sight of it. I moved my hands down his back and over his ass. He grunted when I dug my nails into his cheeks just a little. Then I brought one hand down around his hip and reached for his... "Don't," he said, even more gruffly than before. "Why?" I was confused, and kind of disappointed. "If you touch me, I might cum right now. It's been a long time, and you're," he let out a half chuckle, half sigh, and left it at that. The fact that he was having such a reaction to me sent a wave of overwhelming desire through my belly. I lifted my hips and grinded against him. "Please," I whimpered. I damn near begged. "I want you in me." He groaned again and moved his tongue in my mouth like he was trying to lick the ice cream out of a cone. Then he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed, just the head. Then he pulled out, and went in just a little deeper, then deeper still, until he was all the way in. I could feel him twitching inside me, and it made my gooey walls clamp down with pleasure. He started pumping then, slowly, agonizingly slowly at first. His lips found mine, and the two ends of our bodies moved sensuously in and out of each other. When he started to speed up, he broke the kiss he pressed his cheek to mine, then dropped his forehead into the curve between my neck and shoulder. He was groaning steadily now, planting kisses on my collarbone. My attention was split between caressing and admiring at the muscles on his back and shoulders as he held himself up above me. The other half of my consciousness was focused where we were joined together, building to a near frantic rhythm. I was rocking my hips up to meet his. The whole pallet of boxes rocked and shuddered beneath us. "I'm not going to make it," he grunted. "Almost," I panted. "I'm going to cum!" The next three thrusts came in rapid succession, and he shuddered as his warm liquid spilled into me. That sent me over the edge. I bucked up to him, impaling myself on his creamy shaft as I pounded him once or twice more to feed the orgasm that was making my world spin. My nails dug into his back as I fought to pull myself up to him. He was a little shaky as he lowered himself onto me to steal a gentle kiss. The movement pushed his member inside me a little more, causing me to twitch a couple of times as my orgasm subsided. We writhed against each other, not quite ready to give up the feeling of being inside one another. When Robby was finally starting to slide out of me, he pulled out and rolled onto his hip, propping his head on an elbow and looking down at me. He cleared his throat. "That," he said, a little hoarsely, "was amazing." "You're telling me." I watched him study my face, his gaze lingering on my lips. "I suppose this wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you invited me up here this weekend," he said. I couldn't suppress a chuckle. "It's not what I expected, but I like pleasant surprises." After a minute or so, a question popped into my head. "My hair, huh?" "Yeah. I can smell it every time you walk by. It's kind of the final straw when I think of you. When you turn your back, I have to fight the urge to sneak up and touch it." I just laughed and shook my head. We laid there for a few minutes, grinning. Then a rumble began in distance. "If that's a customer, I'm going to scream," I swore. "What if it's your parents?" He sounded worried. As the rumble got closer, Robby moved to get up. I touched his bicep to stop him. "Wait...wait..." The rumble got louder, but not lower in pitch, like it would if the car was slowing down. The tinny clatter of metal joints shimmying off each other solidified my guess. "Neighbors," I said simply. "No worries." "Good," he said, a smile taking over his face. I chuckled at it. "Why so good?" "Because," he said, leaning down to kiss me, "I'm almost ready to go again." It Happened In The Winery Ch. 02 Robby was tucking in his shirt when I pulled open the door of the winery. The second car we heard drive up had stopped, forcing us to get a move on. I don't know how long we would have laid on top of the pallet of wine. I took a moment to brush off any dirt my t-shirt had accumulated while it was on the floor. Satisfied, I looked up to greet the new customers. Before I could shout, I heard Robby say quietly behind me, "I plan on continuing this tonight." Inwardly, I grinned. Outwardly, I recognized the customers as the Baines. They were long time friends of my mom and loyal fans of the wine. I moved forward without replying to Robby. As it was, being seen close to a non-local would spark a firestorm in the little town where I grew up. Their lives were so boring that they had nothing to do but spin tales about others and advertise them as the truth. "Hi Betty. Tom. How are you?" "Hi Kate! I didn't know you were up this weekend." "Just came to train the new guy. This is Robby." Their eyebrows raised in unison, and the air went out of my Hope balloon. He would be my mysterious older lover, a sugar daddy even, by noon tomorrow. That it was partly true was beside the point. It was about 1pm when I invited the Baines into the tasting room, after they had had as much free wine as they could get away with. At the same time, I was showing the ropes to Robby. Pouring wine isn't that complicated, but he had to know the intricacies of making sure the fridge didn't stick open, using both the yellow and the white receipts on the pad, and how to work the credit card machine. Plus, he had to familiarize himself with all the lingo that went with each wine. The Syrah was more peppery than the Merlot, which had more flavor than the Cabernet. That kind of thing. While the Baines were there, I did my best to treat Robby like just another acquaintance. Someone I didn't know very well. Behind the bar, there was plenty of opportunity for casual contact or the occasional "accidental" brush. I kept a wide berth, not wanting to give anything away, but every time Robby came near me I hoped it would find a way to touch me. Anything. A stroke of my thigh when he bent to retrieve something from under the counter, or a pat on the ass as he passed behind me. When he didn't, I was disappointed, but I agreed that it was the best way to stay out of trouble. The less gossip fodder I gave them, the better. The Baines left by 2:30, but by then another car load had come in. Robby and I were both busy chatting and pouring, making the occasional sale for the rest of the afternoon. Every time the door opened and more customers came in, I was a little more disappointed. If they would just leave, we could go back to the winery, or just do it right there on the bar. Or we could go inside. Two different customers shook my out of my reverie, and I did my best to ignore the flaming desire between my legs. We were still hobnobbing with customers when my parents drove up in the pickup after 5pm. Mom came in and did her hostess routine, asking how everyone was liking the wine, if she could answer any questions. When someone directed a question at Robby, I stepped aside to ask Mom what happened. "It was a false alarm. Some big warning light had gone off, and they thought they were going to have to fix it within the next 24 hours to stay on schedule, or something like that. Naturally, everyone got there, and it only took about four hours to fix. And it wasn't even the big alarm, like they thought it was. Then we had to chat with Steve and Mary for a while when they got back to the house. Sorry it took us so long. How are things here?" "We're fine. Sold about three cases." "How's Robby doing?" She said this lower, so he couldn't hear over the ambient chatter. "Doing pretty good. He pours a little heavy, but I can fix that." "Good. You think he'll work?" "So far so good. You want to work with him a while?" "Not right now. The kids wore me out. I'm going to go have a glass of wine." "Did you guys have dinner yet?" "No. I think Dad is going to whip up some burgers." I just nodded. An older lady had stepped up to the bar with an empty glass, and I moved to pour a taste of the next bottle. Thankfully, we ran out of customers not too long after that. Then Robby stayed outside by the barbeque to bull-shit with my father while I went inside to put the rest of dinner together. The head of lettuce and tomato I found in the fridge were salvageable, if not large. The zucchini in the veggie drawer was fresh though. I quickly shut the drawer and tried not to think about what it reminded me of. The chips in the cupboard were old, but at least they weren't open, so they were relatively fresh. After setting everything out, I got a glass of wine for myself. We sat outside to eat dinner. All of us had a beer. Wine and hamburgers just isn't classy. That, and the fruit flies are easier to keep out of a container with a smaller mouth. We swapped stories while we were eating--mostly the standard fair, and thankfully staying away from anything blatantly embarrassing from my childhood. Dad was finishing a fishing story about Tom Baines when I spoke up about seeing Tom and Betty that day. "Oh we know," Mom said. "You do?" "We saw them at Steve and Mary's place. They dropped by just when we were leaving. They said they'd been out." "Oh." "They tried to get us to tell them that you and Robby were an item." "Oh God." I groaned, but my mom chuckled. She knew I was thinking about the gossip hotline. "Are you?" Dad looked suddenly serious, and a little grumpy, if not outright angry. I laughed out loud. Almost too loudly, but I kept going before he saw the gears in my head turning. "Are you kidding? We're coworkers for Pete's sake. Besides, I already told both of you we weren't." "I know that," Mom insisted. "I was just checking," Dad said. "Tom thought he sensed something going on." "Those two always think something is going on. Remember when Tom thought Mom was having an affair with Marcus?" A wry grin crossed Dad's stubbly face. "Yeah. I suppose so." Robby cleared his throat quietly and said, "Who's Marcus?" He didn't sound any different than he had just a minute earlier. No wonder he'd made a good lawyer. He could fake it with the best of them. "Marcus was a cat I took in one spring," Mom explained. "Its mother had died before it was ready to be weaned, and I had to take care of it. Tom swears I got all nervous when he asked about this Marcus person, but I don't have the faintest idea what he's talking about." She shook her head and took a sip from her beer. I finished the story. "Tom confronted Dad about it, and was quite sheepish when Dad explained why he was laughing so hard." We all chuckled, and Dad started an "it reminds me of the time" story. I quietly got up and started gathering the dishes. Robby was Dad's only real audience, so he stayed behind while Mom helped me take as much as we could carry into the house in the near-dark. When we got inside, we were making room for leftovers in fridge when Mom suddenly stopped. "You aren't together, are you?" She asked. "Mom!" "Sorry. I just wanted to make sure. You know you can tell me if you are." "We're not. He's just a friend from work. Besides, the age difference is a bit much, don't you think." "I suppose." We both quieted when we heard the back door open just a few feet behind us. Robby walked in and asked, "where should I put the rest of the chips?" "Just in the cupboard over the counter," Mom said, and went to open it for him. Dad came in last, after the dishes were done, naturally. We sat in the living room for a little bit, but it was after 9pm, which was pushing my parents' bedtime. Mom and Dad said their goodnights, a bit reluctantly on my Dad's part I think. I told them I should do the same, and went to brush my teeth. It was probably for the best that Robby didn't follow me directly to the dressing room where all our toothbrushes were. If either of my parents had found my hands on him, all my protestations would have been for nothing. And I wasn't sure that I could keep my hands off. I'd been acting like everything was fine, just like any other day at the winery, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. I had thought of a thousand ways I could catch him in a private corner for just a second so I could steal a kiss. Unfortunately there were a thousand and one ways we would get caught. I couldn't risk a casual gesture. I didn't even trust myself to look directly at him. Not that I thought I was in love with him or anything. Let's be serious. It was only that once. Well, twice. But I was pretty sure that the evidence of a shared secret might be enough to make my parents suspicious. And the last thing I needed was to be fending off two offended parents. I was old enough that they couldn't do anything about it, but Robby was old enough for them to blatantly discourage the relationship in front of both of us. And then there was the little problem of not knowing if we had a relationship at all. A quick screw in the corner hardly counted as "dating." I heard Robby walking toward the dressing room. Looking up, I tried to catch his eye, thinking that had to be safe now that Mom and Dad were in their bedroom. He didn't even look up—just walked past. It's probably for the best, I silently agreed. Don't risk it. He shut the door behind him. I spit into the sink, wiped my mouth, and walked deliberately, and not very quietly, upstairs to my old bedroom. I looked critically at my wardrobe. I hadn't planned on anything happening this weekend, so I didn't have much to choose from. I just shoved a bunch of clothes in a backpack and walked out of my apartment. My box of old clothes in the closet weren't particularly helpful either. The old summer nightie I used to wear no longer fit around my chest. In the end, I just put on a T-shirt. If it worked this afternoon, it would work tonight. Then I snuck out into the hallway to turn on the fan. The second floor of the house wasn't air conditioned, and it would help cover the sound of Robby's steps on the stairs. I curled up and leaned against the headboard of the full bed. My eyes were practically glued to the door. I could almost smell him—his skin, his sweat—and the memory of his mouth on mine and his hands as they undressed me was enough to make me fidget with impatience. But he wasn't coming. I looked at the clock. Only 10 minutes had passed. He was probably going to wait a while until he was sure my parents were asleep, I told myself. He had more self control than I did, apparently. The best thing I could do, I decided, was to grab a book and try to distract myself until he came up. I found some old mystery novel in the closet. The plot didn't sound familiar, so I opened to page one and started reading. I "read" page one for a long, long time. My mind kept wandering to Robby and thinking about that morning. I shifted a bit uncomfortably, and I resisted the urge to touch myself. Robby would be doing that for me before too long. Another ten minutes passed, then twenty. After forty minutes, I thought that maybe Mom and Dad had turned on the TV in their bedroom, and that explained why he was waiting. So I tip-toed to the banister overlooking the stairway and listened, but I couldn't hear anything. And if they had the TV on, I definitely would have heard something. He didn't seem that timid this morning, but then again we were completely alone then. Maybe he was just being extra cautious. After another twenty minutes, I started to wonder if Robby had fallen asleep. I was disappointed, and a little miffed. But I resigned myself to a night alone, and vowed to give him a hard time as soon as I had a chance in the morning. Crawling under the covers, I turned off the light and tried to relax. At first, I did everything I could to keep from thinking about him. I counted sheep, mangled my multiplication tables, even tried to think about my "to do" list at work for the next week. Even then, my mind would wander and before too long I would be thinking about the look in his eyes before he kissed me that first time. The way his tongue kissed my belly button—and kissed a few other pleasant things. After another half hour, I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned the bedside light back on and tip-toed out to the banister and listened again. Nothing. Mom and Dad had to be asleep. There was no way they were still awake. Carefully, I descended the stairs, doing my best to remember and avoid all the squeaky spots. At the bottom, I stepped lightly across the hallway to the door of his bedroom. The bathroom light was on, so I took a quick detour to turn it off. The darker, the better. I knew the door knob would squeak—everything in the house squeaked—but I tried to turn it as slowly as possible to keep it quiet. When I slipped into the extra bedroom, I closed the door quietly behind me, making sure it latched. "Robby," I whispered. No sound. "Robby!" A little louder this time. I heard a short exasperated sigh. "What." He matched my quite voice, but I could tell he was annoyed. "Did you fall asleep?" "Not yet." "I thought you were going to come up. What are you waiting for?" I heard the rustle of bed clothes. His voice was a little closer when he spoke again. "I didn't think I would be welcome." "Why the hell not?" I exclaimed. If it had been lighter, he would have caught the supremely confused look on my face. There was a long pause. "You were pretty clear at dinner that the idea of being with me was laughable." He almost sounded non-committal, but there was a touch of hurt in his voice. "What was I supposed to say? 'Actually, Dad, we had sex in the winery right after you left. Hope you don't mind the mess.'" He was quiet for a moment. "Anyway, you're right about me being too old for you. I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place." "Who said you were too old for me?" "You did!" This came out in a very forceful voice, and very much not a whisper. I froze for a second, listening to the noises of the house before responding. "You heard me in the kitchen?" I whispered back. "Yes." "I told my mom what she wanted to hear, not what I actually think." "You sounded pretty sure that we weren't ever going to be anything." Before I could drudge up any kind of reply, he said, "I didn't want a pity fuck." By then, my eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I could see a vague shape on the bed. Crawling roughly onto the bed on my hands and knees, I straddled his hips, the comforter between us. I leaned over him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing them into the mattress. "I have never, nor will I ever, fuck anyone out of pity." I whispered fiercely. Who the hell did he think I was? "If anyone gets between my legs, it's because I want him." "So you wanted me," he said, sounding unconvinced. "Yes, I did." "And you still want me." "Of course I do. Otherwise I wouldn't be down here, you jackass." The last part seemed to knock some sense into him. I heard him take in a breath like he was going to say something. He let it out. I heard him inhale again. He released it again, without a word. Before he could try again, I leaned down to kissed what I hoped was at least near his mouth. My lips landed on his cheek, but it didn't take me long to reach my goal. His lips were soft and delicious. I didn't stay there for long. I broke off and kissed his cheek. "I wouldn't have had sex with you if it didn't mean something," I said softly. When I found his mouth again, he kissed me back. Cautiously at first, like he was afraid I was trying to trick him. Then I felt him relax a little, and his arms circled my back, pulling me closer. I let him up from where I had pinned him to the bed. When we finally broke apart, he whispered, "so what did it mean?" I wished it was light enough to see his face, to read the expression in his eyes. "I don't know," and kissed him again. "But I would very much like to find out." I felt his smile when I kissed him that time. Then his weight shifted, and he was on top of me before I guessed what he was going to do. His mouth opened just a little, and I met his tongue halfway. It was better than in the winery. For starters, my head didn't hurt, but also because we seemed to be a little more invested in each other this time. With one hand supporting him, Robby's other hand trailed down from my neck, past my shoulder, my breasts, and straight to my ass, which he squeezed. "Commando, huh?" "I wasn't anticipating a lot of foreplay." "Why not?" "Because I've been daydreaming about you all afternoon, and I intended to jump your bones as soon as you came through my bedroom door." His delighted laugh made me smile, but it also make me poke him. "Shhh!" "Sorry." He kissed me again. "We should probably go upstairs." "You have to get up first." "I kind of don't want to." "If you don't, I'll poke you again." And just for fun, I poked him in the ribs a time or two. He flinched, as I expected, then rolled off. I crawled to the edge of the bed again, and stood up between him and the door. "Step on the ends of the stairs, close to the walls. They don't squeak as much there." He whispered that he understood, and we made our way carefully up the stairs with me in the lead. Our eyes were used to the dark, and a little moonlight filtered through the window at the top of the stairs, so neither of us stumbled. To his credit, he only grabbed my ass once. Once we were at the top, I took his hand and lead him around the little hallway. He hadn't been up there before, and I didn't want him to walk into a wall and ruin all the hard work we put into coming up the stairs quietly. When I finally pushed him into the room in front of me, I shut the door quietly, and just as quietly, put a metal chair under the door knob. "What's the chair for?" "Just in case Mom decides to wake me up early to chat." "I'll try to leave before then." "You can try." Robby smiled broadly at me, and I admired him from the door. The nightstand light I had left on showed me a perfect outline of his body. He was only wearing boxers—bright red ones. He was still lanky, but his shoulders were wide and muscular, and he was tall. "What are you looking at?" "You." I walked up to him and stood on tip-toes to kiss him. He kissed me lightly, then pulled back. "Kate, I've got to know. How come you avoided me all afternoon? You hardly even looked at me." "Are you kidding?" I laughed. "I was terrified that anyone watching would know there was something going on. All it would take is one smile that wasn't quite platonic and it would be over." "Would that have been all bad?" I paused then, to consider the question a little more seriously. He was obviously concerned about it, which surprised me a bit. "I wouldn't have known what to say," I said finally with a shrug. "I could have gotten away with a blush and a smile with the old ladies at the tasting room, but if Mom had caught me, or someone I knew? I couldn't say we're seeing each other, because I wouldn't want you to freak out if you were just looking for something casual. I couldn't say we're lovers, because my parents still think I'm a virgin." I shrugged my shoulders. "When you didn't touch me or treat me different, I figured we were on the same wavelength, and we would just pretend nothing had happened for the time being." I slid my hands around his waist. "I didn't mean to give you the cold shoulder, or the wrong impression." Robby circled my shoulders and bent down and kissed me. "Just so you know," he said, resting his forehead against mine, "I'm not generally the casual type. But I don't know where this is going either, so thanks." His kisses became increasingly less reserved, which made me unspeakably glad. I broke away long enough to give him an order. It Happened In The Winery Ch. 02 "Take me to bed," I told him. He laughed, then the floor disappeared and I was in his arms, looking up at him. I laughed with him. Robby placed me gently on the bed, for which I'm very thankful. The bed is not the softest, and being dropped onto it, however playfully, wouldn't have been pleasant. Then he removed my T-shirt and leaned back to enjoy his handiwork. When he didn't make a move, I asked him what he was doing. "Just appreciating the view." "You've seen it before." "It's not quite the same as in a proper bed." "If you think this bed is proper, then you need to get a new bed." He frowned and crawled onto the mattress, then shrugged his shoulders. "Close enough for me." When he kissed me, there was a smile on his lips. It warmed my heart to know that I had put it there. Out tongues stroked each other, and I let my hands explore the muscles along his shoulders and back. He'd been doing a little physical labor part time while he was waiting to start school, and I could tell. I worked my way down his waist until I reached his boxers. Well, we've got to fix this, I thought. Pushing him up, I rolled over onto him. When I was on top again, straddling him like I had downstairs, I kissed him again. Then I sat up, running my hands across his chest, pausing to kiss his nipples, and moved down his body until I was crouched over his legs. Grinning slyly up at him, I tugged on the bottom hem of his boxers. Once his manhood came into view, the boxers were whipped off and tossed behind me. His prick was rising quickly to the occasion. I took the head into my mouth and sucked gently. Then I pushed farther down, and still farther, until I had as much of him in my mouth as I could take without gagging. It tasted nice. I'd only given head once before, and it was okay, but this time was a little different. After the incredible orgasm he'd given me earlier, I wanted to reciprocate. The best part was watching is his face as I moved my tongue around his hardening manhood. "Oh Kate," he sighed. "Where did you learn to do that?" "Instinct." Now wasn't the time to talk about ex-lovers. "Your instincts are amazing." After several serious strokes of my mouth, I moved a hand down to cup his balls. They were hairy, but firm. I played with them as I continued to thoroughly suck him off. From his reaction, I can say with confidence that he was enjoying the treatment. I blew him as long as I could before my own desperation got the best of me. Sitting up, I maneuvered into position above him and guided his cock into me. It slid all the way in with a single stroke. "Wow." "I told you I'd been waiting for a while." My hips started rocking of their own volition. It felt so good; there was no way I could hold still and savor the moment. At first, I just grinded against him, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. Then I leaned over, my breasts resting on his chest, my arms braced on the mattress at his sides, and started bouncing in earnest. I pounded and ground for all I was worth, feeling my orgasm start to build. At one point, Robby moved like he wanted to switch positions, but I ignored him. I was concentrating. On two things: the first was my impending orgasm, and the second was trying to keep said orgasm from exploding from my throat in a thundering shriek. When the time came, I clamped my lips, ground my teeth and closed my eyes, doing my best to silence the evidence of my cascading orgasm. What emerged was a low, guttural groan. God I needed that. My pace finally slowed down, and I opened my eyes to see Robby's face glowing with delight and surprise. "Oh God." I hid my face against his chest, realizing what I looked like. "You must think I'm some kind of slut or nympho or something." "That was fantastic." He lifted my face to meet his gaze. "Kate, that was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life." I grinned sheepishly at him. "Let's do it again," he said with enthusiasm. I rocked against him a time or two in response, but before I could get a rhythm going, he stopped me. "Wait. I have a better idea." He nudged me off of him, then he rolled over and piled all the pillows on the bed against the headboard. Once they were arranged to his satisfaction, he sat back against them. "Climb on cowgirl," he said with a grin. I smiled back, and walked to him on my knees. He guided his cock into me and I sat on his lap. His warm manhood throbbed inside of me. "Much better," he said softly into my ear. We were face to face now, and he kissed me as he grabbed my ass and started me rocking on top of him. "God you're amazing, Kate." I went at little more leisurely pace this time. He ran his hands along my back, occasionally coming down to my ass in encouragement. I just enjoyed the movement. When my leg muscles started to burn in earnest, I leaned back and propped myself with my hands on his thighs. The move repositioned us to find a new sweet spot, and Robby's expert hands found my tits. He caressed them, twisted my nipples gently, and squeezed just hard enough to feel a little thrill run through me. The subtle friction as he moved in and out of me was intoxicating. His arms pulled me back toward him, and his mouth explored my face and neck as I moved on top of him. He nibbled on my ear, and inhaled the scent of my hair, and even went so far as to gently bite my lower lip, which I found extremely erotic. As we sped up and moved harder and harder against each other, Robby left his hands on my ass and leaned back a bit to look at me. I could tell when he was getting ready to cum-—his stomach muscles tensed and his face bore a stony expression of desire. I was getting close again, too, especially as I watched, pulling him closer and closer to the brink. "Oh Kate. Yes, Kate." His fingers dug into my ass and he shuddered under me. A tight groan emerged from his lips and I quickly covered them with my own. But I kept pounding, picking up speed as I plunged my way toward my own orgasm. I prayed he could stay hard long enough to get me there. He held onto me tightly, groaning, almost whimpering while I kept going. When I reached the last epic hill of my orgasm, Robby leaned back and gasped. It was all I could do not to scream in ecstasy. Every muscle in my body spasmed and I held on to Robby for dear life. "Oh God, Kate! Shit!" He cursed, then pulled me to him violently. I was cumming so hard I didn't really care why. When I'd ridden myself out, I sunk forward and rested my forehead on his shoulder. "Robby," I panted, out of breath. "You're amazing." "Oh, no. That was all you, princess. I've never cum twice in my life." "Twice?" "God yeah. It was the most fantastic thing." I planted a kiss at the base of his neck, then slid off his lap and laid down next to his pile of pillows. He leaned forward, tossed a couple of the pillows to the foot of the bed, and laid back next to me, staring at the ceiling. I rolled over so I could look at him. "So what do you think this means," I asked. "It means that we're going to be doing that again. Often." He rolled over to face me. "And one day, we might even tell your parents." I smiled softly. "One day, I suppose. But not for a while." "Not for a while," he repeated. A little coquettishly, I tugged the pillow out from under his head, rolled over and tucked it under my own, leaving enough room at the end for him to use if he snuggled close enough. He obliged, and we drifted off to sleep.