I woke up early as the rising sun glistened off the lake. I wanted to let you sleep in undisturbed, so I headed out for a quick run. The brisk morning air and the sweet scent of the vineyards had me refreshed and ready for a full day. By the time I returned you were up and about, and curious to what our day would bring. After our light breakfast, we had a little time to lounge around. I took you for a walk through the vineyards. Just a walk, holding hands, getting to talk, was totally what we needed. As much as my mind wandered to last night's activities, and wondered what tonight might bring. Just this time together was long overdue for us. We have needed this time for me to pay attention to you, and you to me; without the world's distractions. The romance is always there, we just need to make it a priority.
Our ride would be picking us up at 11 o'clock. We had a private car, and "guide" to drive us around wine country, touring some of the area's best wineries. The hotel packed us a picnic lunch, and we were basically free to do whatever we wanted for the day. But Plan "A" was wine tasting, and we planned on sticking to it. It was to be a casual day, but you still wanted to look good. And this was a good opportunity to wear some things that your normally save for our beach vacations. Some short khaki shorts to show off your legs and still be comfortable. But instead of sneakers, you wore heeled sandals. Normally I would give you a little grief for that, since we had a good bit of walking to do. But today was different, and you just looked that much hotter, which meant more of me showing you off. The sleeveless top you picked was only suitable for a hot summer day. And it reminded me of your "clubbing days", a cool summer print that showed off the curves of your chest. But the back was barely there, plunging nearly to your waist, just a slim strap holding things together. Watching you climb into the backseat of the towncar, as the driver held the door for you, I immediately felt a stir in my pants.
We told the driver of a few wines we liked and were familiar with, and otherwise left our agenda up to him. The first winery, and a few tasting samples, had our appetite peaked. We settled into a quiet park-like patio at the next vineyard and enjoyed our picnic. Our lunch included more wine, and both of us were quickly feeling a little buzzed. It was nice to not worry about driving. As we loaded back into the car, I could begin to tell that the romantic date and the wine were having the desired effect on you. You held me close, wrapping both your arms around one of mine, and nuzzled your head into my shoulder. I found your thigh with my hand, and began to caress your leg. You were still aware of our driver's presence, and resisted my efforts at full on groping. Soon, we were at our next stop, a smaller winery right on the main road. We made quick work of the place, downing a few more samples. And the alcohol went straight to our heads.
Leaving again, our driver informed us that our next stop was one of our requests, and I knew that it was a bit of a drive from our present location. I leaned in to you, fully turning my torso around with my back to the driver, and kissed you deeply.
I whispered in your ear, "Are you having fun, Baby?"
You coyly whispered back, "Yes. But you're getting me fucked up." Your raspy, seductive voice turns me on.
"Well, good. Maybe I can take advantage of you"
"Maybe....Maybe I'm just getting horny too." You reply, again in that soft raspy voice.
As I slide my hand up your shorts, I whisper, "If you were getting horny, then you'd let me...." And as my hand finds your damp panties, we moan together at the feeling of my fingers pressing on your pussy. I begin to rub through your panties, teasing at your clit below.
"You better stop." you say, nodding towards our driver in the front of the car. I press a little harder, and the stimulation raises your butt off the seat.
"Why? ...What do we care?" I remind you.
You don't answer, but instead part your legs a little further for me. You're so turned on now, your inhibition turns to anticipation. You slide your ass forward on the seat, giving me more access as you recline. Your short shorts provide more than enough entry for me, and I'm sliding my finger back and forth between your folds, still pressing through your panties. They're thoroughly soaked now, not to mention fully exposed through the leg of your shorts. If our driver looked over his shoulder, he would see right through the wet fabric, and get an eyeful of your perfectly trimmed pussy pressing back into my hand. I'm leaning over you, kissing your neck, and using my weight to hold you down. You think about making me stop again, and grab my wrist. But you want me to continue, and instead clutch at the leather of the seat. I slide my fingers under your panties, and easily enter your hot pussy. Instantly my middle finger finds its home, and I begin to massage your clit. You have to bury your head into my chest now, hiding your facial expressions. I increase the intensity, and you begin to arch your back on the seat. Now you're moaning into my chest, and I can feel your teeth nip my skin as you bite down on my shirt. You begin to breathe heavily, and must be forgetting where we are, because you're getting louder.
Gasping for air, you breathlessly tell me, "Don't stop."
I pick up the pace with my finger, and have to hold you down with the heel of my hand, as your hips begin to rock up into me. I wrap my free arm around you, and pull you close, squeezing the breath out of you, holding you still. With a final strain, your body spasms, and you scream into my chest, trying to muffle the sound in my shirt. Your ass clenches, and bounces your hips on the seat, and you clamp my hand between your legs, bringing your crescendo to a close. I hold you there for several minutes, while you catch your breath. Finally, your raise your head from my chest, but try to hide yourself from our driver's view.
"I can't believe you did that to me," you whisper.
"I can't believe you let me."
