Charlene and her friends were on their way to Fredericksburg, Texas for a Wild Women's Wine Tasting Tour. Her friend Nekoda, or Niki as they all called her, had made all the arrangements from transportation to accommodations and the wine tours themselves.
She was exceptionally talented at making travel plans and even went as far as making up T-shirts for all the girls. The front of the t-shirts read, Girls Gone Charlene, simply because they all agreed she was the Most wild.
The back of the shirt said Spit or Swallow, naturally referring to the proper technique of wine tasting. One would never actually swallow wine, but rather let the subtle notes of fruit and tannin swirl around their taste buds before spitting it out and cleansing their palate before trying the next spirit.
At least that's what they would all tell the soon to be many males who the shirts were meant to attract. Charlene couldn't wait for the long weekend to arrive. Her work as a real estate agent was constantly keeping her on the go. Fortunately, the flexibility of her hours allowed her time every morning to get in a good core workout.
Charlene would admire her shapely 5'4" figure in her full length mirror after her workouts. At mid forties, she took pride that she could pass for ten years younger. Although she had to admit, she had to work harder than others to keep in shape.
Divorced with four kids didn't leave her much time to party like her younger sisterhood, so when she had the chance to let loose, she really let loose. There was no one who could compete with her when she saw what she wanted. Charlene, like her travel companions were going to raise hell on Fredericksburg.
They started out from a central meeting place in Garland, most everyone having someone drop them off, say their goodbyes and being told "Don't have too much fun, save some for when you get home."
Charlene had no one to hold her back. She was a little envious of those who had husbands or boyfriends, but only just a little. She was married young and was never so happy as to be out from under her constraining marriage.
Oh sure, the sex was good, she thought, the ex provided ok, but she never felt truly happy. it took a heart wrenching weekend to tell him she was leaving, but once she left, it was like the world had been lifted off her shoulders.
A few months later she was feeling spirited and went walking through the city streets, wearing only a short over coat and nothing else. She had bumped into a stranger while crossing the street who had more than a glimpse of her ample breasts when her jacket had flung open, only to have him come to her open house she had the following day.
She was a little shocked at how quickly she became seduced by him during the house tour. They wound up having sex in the shower and she came several times with him. She always smiles thinking of her little triste, especially as he bought the house for full asking price the very next day.
He was a great memory and somehow she felt a little melancholy whenever she thought of him. Lovers of the past she reminded herself. Charlene was nothing if not a stubborn, headstrong and driven woman.
The bus pulled away from the station, each excited in their own way about the trip, but none more than Charlene and her two closest friends, Tammy and Debbie, or as she's known, Debbie Does Dallas.
Tammy was the taller of the three, standing at 5'8", with long dark hair. Shapely and not too thin, she reminded people of Cleopatra. Debbie was the kind of beauty that when she wears glasses, she looks like a brilliant school teacher. She stood 5'5" with mesmerizing hazel green eyes. When she took her glasses off, there were few women more attractive.
Charlene's was an exotic beauty, half Korean, half Caucasian, dark hair, full lips, large breasts perfectly proportioned and spectacular ass. Men would flock to the three women, eager to gain their affections. Playing hard to get came easy to the girls, but once they gave in, their suitors would be in for a wild ride.
The bus arrived a couple of hours later. Several of the 'Dirty Dozen', as they called themselves, had already been partying hard. They stood up to exit the bus but only to fall back into their seats laughing hilariously at each other.
First thing was to check into the Lighthouse Hill Ranch. They rented the main house that can accommodate up to fifteen people. Twelve women and three men they joked. Not just any three men, three male strippers, with rock hard bodies, big strong arms, and bigger cocks!
Each took turns describing the fictitious man they wanted to have. Charlene, being the wildest one, jumped up, started a little seductive dance and said,
"Yes, one that can take these girls and bury their face" as she grabbed her boobs and did a little shimmy.
Everyone screamed, "You go girl!"
As they poured off the bus, they were met by the resorts manager and escorted to the Lighthouse Tower. The best accommodations on the property. They walked into the first of four floors and were amazed with the size of the great room. Perfect for a weekend of wild entertainment.
From the great room they were shown the kitchen, nestled inside limestone rock arches at the base of the tower. The dining room had a ten foot solid wood table. All the better for any male strippers that might happen along.
Stone floors and leather furniture throughout the main level with a 55" flat screen TV, were the focal point of the living area. The first floor contained two bedrooms. A master bedroom with a large king size bed an en-suite with a large walk-in shower. Large stone lined windows provided a magnificent view of the negative edge pool and surrounding countryside.
The second bedroom was on the opposite side of the with yet another splendid view, and private bath. There was also a secret room for more private purposes. The Third floor was similar to the second with the exception of bedding, both rooms included twin beds and a bath shared between the two bedrooms. A spiral staircase separated the third and fourth floors and led to the observatory.
The building also featured a private negative edge pool with a built in hot tub, and a slide going down to the splash pool. There was stone deck that wrapped around the hot tub and another stone wrap around the splash pool with a fire pit for late night parties.
Niki had made a perfect choice thought Charlene. If twelve woman can't party at this place. Charlene's thoughts trailed off as she watched each woman choose a room. The room with the king size bed was left for Charlene and her two closest friends. She always wondered which one she'd ever sleep with if given the chance. Luscious Tammy, (aka-Cleopatra) or Debbie Does Dallas.
Charlene was pulled back to reality as Tammy jumped on the king size bed claiming it all to herself and telling Charlene and Debbie to sleep on the couches in the great room. She was going to need the entire bed for herself. There was a gleam in her eyes as she licked her lips and used a hand and tongue gesture as if she were sucking and stroking a man's cock.
Laughing, Charlene and Debbie pushed Tammy off the bed and took turns in various sexual positions, grinding, running their hands through their hair and making noises as if they were near an orgasm. Something all women have learned, the fake orgasm. The louder the better as they say.
After they had all settled on the sleeping arrangements, they met in the great room, and climbed in the stretch limo that was awaiting to take them on their journey. The driver was dressed in a stylish suite and hat. He opened the doors, gave a few brief instructions, discussed the itinerary with Niki to confirm which winery was first.
The car pulled away slowly, Charlene caught a glimpse of a man, but not enough to satisfy her curiosity. He was tall, very short salt and pepper colored hair, broad shoulders, nice butt. She saw more than she realized, thinking to herself she may have to look him up later and get the complete picture.
Many conversations were taking place at the same time, a cacophony of chatter filled the limo. Charlene looked for the call button to the driver, but couldn't find one, so she tapped on the divider that separated them. In a moment the glass divider slide down and the driver asked if there was anything wrong.
No was the reply, they just wanted to know how long before they arrived. Only a few minutes they were told. Was there anything else? Charlene turned away and didn't reply, so the driver slid the divider back up.
