I had just popped over to my favourite cidery to exchange my empty stop-top bottles of whiskey cider for new ones. While I was there, I planned to pick up a bottle of their Riesling-Gewürztraminer (because I think this blend is brilliant) and a bottle of their Syrah to try because I like a red that bites back.
I wandered over to some of the displays while they were fetching the cider from the back and this radiant beauty caught my eye. She had thick lustrous hair and a pretty mouth, and she was wearing a short, form fitting summer dress. The dress hugged her tightly and hid nothing of the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips and while trying not to be too obvious, I couldn't detect a panty line.
As she browsed the displays, I moved in tandem to keep her in my sight and admire her form and as she turned and I gazed upon her firm thighs, I suddenly became aware that I had been busted. Clearly not shy, she simply smiled at me and carried on while I stood there like a dummy and had to remind myself to breathe.
They were ready for me at the counter, so I went up and paid for my purchases and carried them out to the car. I took my time, but not too much time, in the hope that I would see the wine store girl in the sunlight. As I stood there with the car door open and my sunglasses on (trying to be covert) pretending to focus on something on my phone, she walked out and STRAIGHT TOWARD ME! As luck would have it her car was right beside mine and I watched her walk over and put her stuff in the back seat.
Then, to my surprise, she asked me, "Excuse me, do I know you?"
"No, I don't think so," I replied.
"Oh, I thought I detected a look of recognition in the store a few minutes ago."
"Hmm, I'm not sure why that would be but whatever you saw was not a look of recognition."
"Oh. So, something else then?" she said with a grin.
Emboldened, I replied, "Yes, admiration I think."
"Well, thank you, I guess. Do you shop here often?" she asked.
"Not very often but occasionally I need to get my whisky cider fix. I tend to bounce around to different wineries, depending on my desires at the time."
"I see, and what do you desire today?" she asked with a smile.
"Today I am in the mood for something bold and spicy. Sometimes I like my senses to be fully stimulated and I'm hoping this Syrah will help satisfy me," I replied, returning her smile.
"Hmm, you sound like you know a thing or two about wine," she said, as she closed her door and leaned on the side of my car.
Now, I don't know if I my skin was flushing (God, I hope not) but I was getting warm. Trying to be nonchalant, I said, "Well, I don't know about that, but I do know what I like."
"I'm Lana, by the way," she announced.
"Tom," I replied.
"Nice to meet you Tom," she said with a smile. "Would you like some education? We could go for a walk in the vineyard and I can teach you. I know the owners and they won't mind."
She could have suggested anything at this point, and I would have said yes. Trying to keep my voice even, I replied, "It would be my pleasure, please lead the way."
She smiled as she walked past the car toward the gazebo and vineyards beyond and said, "Well then, you're in for a treat. Follow me."
Any force of will that I might have had left had vanished and I followed her as if in a daze, under her spell. I thought I caught the scent of her hair in the gentle breeze and I closed my eyes for a moment, intoxicated by her smell. When I opened my eyes, she was looking over her shoulder with a curious smile and asked, "Are you ok?"
Smiling broadly, I replied, "Just perfect."
As we entered the narrow rows between vines, I took the opportunity to admire her bum as it wiggled to and fro while she walked. There was definitely no panty line but perhaps she was wearing a thong or "no-show" underwear. I was in a trance now blatantly staring at her ass when she stopped and turned to me with a quizzical look. She had been talking and I was oblivious and hadn't heard a word.
"Sorry, I was distracted by the sights and smells out here."
With a knowing look, she said, "Come on silly, the next vines after the road are my favourite."
We continued to the end of the row, her talking, me staring and not hearing her words. Crossing the path to enter the next vineyard, we stepped around a flatbed car that had been left parked and I noticed that they had tilled the soil between the rows of vines. I had my hiking shoes on, but Lana's flip-flops were going to make it tricky for her.
We hadn't gone more than a few steps in between the rows when Lana rolled her ankle and went down to one knee. Concerned, I stepped forward quickly to help and could not resist a glance as the crouching position she was in had caused her dress to ride up. My suspicions were confirmed: no panties in sight. This caused a problem as I came down to her side when I went from semi-hard to rock-hard in a single heartbeat.
I took Lana's hand and helped her to stand while she smoothed her dress with her other hand and we hobbled back to the flatbed car, where I unceremoniously gripped her hips and quickly lifted and deposited her on the side of flatbed.
"How badly does it hurt?" I asked.
"It's still throbbing but it's slowing down," she replied.
Kneeling beside the car, I gently lifted her right foot and removed her flip-flop. This caused another situation down below as her perfectly manicured toes cause my erection to reach a new record level of hardness and compromise my underwear when it shot out the side and tented my shorts.
I caressed the side of her foot and ankle and looked up, hoping my tent wasn't too obvious. "Is this helping?" I asked.
