Having grown up and lived in a wine region my entire life, I have many friends and even some family members involved in the local wine industry. As a result, I am occasionally invited to some pretty swanky events where we drink wine and eat food prepared by local chefs in a vineyard or orchard setting on a farm. These events are always a good time as the food and drink are top-shelf and the scenery is just as good, if you know what I mean.
One evening, I was attending the company birthday party of a farming co-op organization, celebrating 100 years in business. It was an upscale and formal event, where they had erected a series of huge tents in the fields at a farm and laid down floors and paths connecting them all. There were tents and areas dedicated to the reception as well as eating and wine tasting, and for the younger crowd, a large dance floor with a DJ and a live band.
The atmosphere was cheerful, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Personally, I was gorging myself on the excellent wine and hors d'oeuvres, while doing some "people watching" in the reception tent. Normally, I run into a quite a few people that I know at this type of event so that I don't feel abandoned. This works out well for my wife (didn't I mention that I'm married?) as she works in the agriculture industry, and these are very much a networking opportunity for her. As such, I get to roam around freely while she does her "thing" and I check-in with her a few times over the course of the evening in case she wants to introduce me or just needs some arm candy.
Once I had enough food in my stomach to absorb some of the alcohol, I started travelling around the party, checking out some of the ladies. After a quick tour through the other tents, I came back to the food tent to get something to eat, and I nearly had a heart attack. There, at one of the hors d'oeuvre tables, was Lana the wine girl. As I fought to overcome my initial shock, I quickly moved to an area where I could watch her without being easily spotted and now that my heart was pumping again, it took 3 beats and my cock was rock-hard. This was going to be a problem in my summer-weight trousers, but it wasn't my only problem. Suddenly, I was also flushing from head to toe, and I felt so warm that I think I was starting to sweat a bit, despite the cool evening air. Once again, the sight of Lana triggered a massive physical reaction that I couldn't rationalize and couldn't seem to control.
I was determined to regain my composure before I approached her, so I exited the tent and walked around it slowly to the entrance on the other side. As I walked in again, I scanned the area where Lana had been, and I couldn't spot her. I continued browsing the food and the crowd nonchalantly, glancing around and trying to see if she had headed to another tent. After a minute or so, it was clear that I had lost her, so I scooped some food on to a napkin and prepared to search the other tents for Lana. Just as I was about to eat one of the ham/cheese/cracker combo's I had picked up, someone whispered in my ear, "You should try some of the hot mustard with that one."
Damn it, I knew that voice and she had done it again. Luckily, I had not put it in my mouth so I didn't choke but I still couldn't speak for a moment. As I lowered my hand and turned to face her, Lana gave me the prettiest shy little smile and for the second time that evening, my heart stopped. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, and my mind had melted as my entire consciousness nearly seized up.
How can she be so beautiful? Why is she smiling at me like this and why am I the object of her attention? These are the thoughts flitting through my head and I could comprehend none of it. I didn't know if she could sense my distress and I didn't know whether it troubled her or amused her.
I think I was smiling at her because she smiled back and said, "It's nice to see you too."
And with that, she ate the food in my hand and took my arm and said, "Let's find some place with a bit of privacy, shall we?"
As soon as she touched me, my "symptoms" vanished and I was back in control, at least as much as I could be in her presence. I was once again amazed, slightly puzzled, and frankly a little scared of how the sight of her and her touch could cause such extremes in my physical and mental state. Calmer now, I found my voice and said, "That sounds great, lovely Lana, please lead the way."
As we made our way toward the exit of the tent, I tugged back a bit with my arm and said, "Hang on, we should get a "traveler" for our adventure. Would you like white or red?"
"Pick whatever you think would be appropriate," she replied.
In a moment of clarity, I knew exactly what to select. Untangling my arm from Lana, I used both hands to grab four flutes of sparkling ice-wine from the table. In my mind, the bubbles reflected my giddiness at seeing her again while the effervescence and sweetness of the wine foretold the fireworks and sweet and tasty things to come.
Nodding toward the exit, I said, "After you, my dear."
Accepting one of the wine glasses, she gave a flirty spin in her short dress that I could see turned a few heads. No panties again, I figured, and with that thought I felt a small pulse of discharge and knew that a wet spot was forming at the front of my trousers.
As I followed Lana along the pathway, I became increasingly alarmed at the effect that her short, open-backed dress was having on me. My cock was now throbbing with each heartbeat and with each step it bounced and jostled in my pants, slowly work its way through the leg hole in my underwear (I point down, even when hard). With both hands full, I was not able to adjust things and resigned myself to strutting after Lana with an obscene bulge in my pants.
Despite my discomfort, the humour was not lost on me as several men and women glanced at her, then glanced at me and smiled, sizing the situation up right away. I even got a couple of discrete thumbs up signs, one of them from a woman!
As we approached one of the other tents, Lana swerved toward it and we deposited our empty glasses on one of the tables, left with one each for the rest of our adventure. Turning back to the path, Lana linked arms with me again and smiled after noting the wet spot on my pants.
"I want you to save all of that pre-cum for me, baby," she said quietly.
"Then we had better hurry because I can't control it," I replied.
"Are you going to cum in your pants for me, babe?" she asked.
"Oh God, I am trying not to, but you look so beautiful and smell so good and the anticipation has my dick leaking and my mouth watering so much."
Glancing around to see if anyone was looking, Lana quickly slipped her hand under her dress and brought her index and middle fingers to her mouth, saying, "Mmm, I taste really good tonight too."
My cock lurched in my pants and discharged what felt like a quart of pre-cum at the sight of that and I groaned out loud. Lana looked down and watched the wet spot grow while my pants bloused and rippled with my heartbeat. With a wicked smile, she reached over and dipped her fingers in my wine glass and then slipped her hand up her dress again to gather some more of her delicious nectar.
Tugging my arm to get us walking again, Lana raised her fingers to my nose and said, "Smell but don't taste."
Her aroma was intoxicating, and my senses were on fire. I actually felt something happen in my mind and body that I can't explain -- it was like a switch had been flipped and I was in sexual overdrive. I felt my cock get even harder to the point that it was almost painful, and I had to swallow a couple of times as my saliva glands threatened to fill my mouth.
"Mmmm, so good," Lana said as she cleaned her fingers again.
Oh God, I was struggling now as I watched her tongue and lips and wished I could taste her myself. My entire cock was tingling, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten. Seeing my distress, Lana tugged my arm and we left the path, quickly walking around to the back of one of the barns where some equipment was parked. We found a spot between two tractors that offered some privacy and Lana reached down and squeezed the tip of my cock very hard, effectively stopping my impending orgasm.
