Wine and Rose's

B&B Tales: Wine and Rose's

by Frances Belle

Christine felt a pang of disappointment when she and Adam first walked into the bed-and-breakfast. She had booked a room at

Wine and Rose's

because out of a list of top ten romantic inns in Virginia, this one seemed to be the least likely to have other guests. It was described as "off the beaten track," because, according to the Internet, the inn was a 45 minutes' drive from Middleburg, meaning that it was relatively far from the chic town whose restaurants and antique shops were draws for tourists.

But right there, standing in front of the white-haired woman seated at a short wooden desk that held a guest book, stood a couple with a small suitcase and a tote bag, obviously in the process of checking in. They were tall, Christine noted, as they leaned over to sign the guest book.

Long flanks

, Christine thought, as she appraised the woman's derriere and upper thighs squeezed into black stretch pants.

Rugged

, she thought, when she moved her gaze to the man, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, dressed in a black-and-green checked flannel shirt and black jeans.

"Go ahead up, John," the woman said. "I want to catch up with Rose some more." John bent down and with large hands picked up the suitcase and tote bag by the handles and headed down the hallway toward the staircase at the back.

"Wait. What's our room?" the woman asked. John stopped and looked at a ceramic rectangle keyholder that was in the same hand as the tote bag. "Burgundy." Glancing at the cuckoo clock on the wall at the other end of the room from Rose, he added sternly, "Bonnie, you know our reservation is at six. We probably don't have time to take showers."

"Ok," Bonnie replied. "I won't take long down here. Be up in a few minutes."

"The Burgundy room is on the third floor," Rose said. "Oh, I know," Bonnie replied. "I remember we stayed in the room next to it last time, before the pandemic. Claret."

At that moment, Rose looked at Christine and Adam and gestured for them to come to the desk. "Speaking of the Claret room," she said, "That's where you two are staying. You're Christine and Adam, am I correct?"

"Correct," Adam replied. As Bonnie turned around, he asked her "Are we interrupting?"

"Oh, no. I didn't see you guys waiting. I'm sorry. No, you go ahead. Rose and I were just chatting. I'll wait." She stuck out her hand to Adam. "I'm Bonnie." Standing up, Bonnie was an inch taller than Adam, who Christine knew was five feet nine inches. Christine herself was only five feet one inch, blond-haired and blue-eyed, and a little bit thicker in the waist than she would have liked.

"Adam," he said. "And this is Christine," he added, just as Christine was shaking Bonnie's hand and saying "I'm Christine." "My husband is John," Bonnie said.

Rose smiled at Adam and said, "I'll just need to see your ID's. We already ran your credit card when you gave it on the phone." Christine and Adam fished out drivers' licenses. Rose glanced at them, and nodded. She gave Adam the pen. When he finished signing the guest book, he gave it to Christine to sign.

"There's water over there," Rose said, pointing to a mini-fridge that was underneath a large painting of a woman in an equestrian outfit. "And cookies up there," she added, gesturing toward an antique buffet that sported a vase holding a colorful bouquet of flowers, next to a bureau with a large mirror just above. "WiFi is open--you don't need a password. When you're done unloading, drive your car back over to the left and then around the gravel road to the back. The parking lot is back there. Here are your keys. This one is for the back door, where you park your car, so you don't have to come all the way around to the front. This one is for your room."

"We have our stuff here," Adam said, pointing to their duffle bag. To Christine, he said "I'll go park the car, then head up. I need a bathroom stop." He walked briskly out the door.

Turning to Rose, Christine said, "Oh, I have a question. When's breakfast?"

"Well, we run a little late here. Art and I live down the road," Rose said, gesturing with her right hand. "Art cooks breakfast in our kitchen, then he brings it over, usually around quarter to nine. We have a girl who does set-up, she typically comes in around nine and everything is ready around 9:20, 9:30."

"Ok," Christine said, and then she backed up a few steps to give way to Bonnie. Leaning over the desk, Bonnie said, "Like I was saying, we were worried that you'd be closed. You know, that the pandemic might have put you out of business."

"We were fortunate," Rose replied. "The state had some money for small businesses affected by the pandemic. Since we're a tourist business, we were eligible. That kept us going. I'll tell you, since people put the pandemic behind them, we've been going like gangbusters. Filled up every weekend.. Most weekdays even. And now look at us--I don't think we ever filled up the first weekend in December back in the day."

"Wow, yeah, we were so disappointed when we called a few weeks ago and you were booked through January. We're grateful that you called us and said you had a cancellation."

Then the phone rang, and Rose picked up her cane and walked gingerly to the office behind her to answer it. Bonnie turned around and asked, "Christine, where are you-all from? Are you on a long vacation?"

"No, we just drove down for the weekend. We live a little north of Baltimore. Adam's parents offered to watch the kids, and so we decided to make a getaway."

"Nice," Bonnie nodded. "How old are your children?"

"Our daughter is 4 and our son is two."

"Ours are a little older," Bonnie replied. "Two boys, 14 and 12. Kenneth, the older one, is pretty responsible. So we left them by themselves. Not completely--our neighbor said she's look in on them."

"You've come to the right place for a... 'getaway'" Bonnie added conspiratorially. "Rose is really strict about this inn being adults-only. There won't be any children here to worry about, you can be certain of that. John and I live in Richmond. Before the pandemic, we used to come here two or three times a year, for a...'getaway'...and we've

never

been disappointed. A few weeks ago, I said to John, 'I'm in the mood,' and he said 'Do you think Rose opened back up?' and she was open but totally booked. When she called on Monday to say they had a cancellation, we were thrilled. Been looking forward to it all week." Bonnie put her hands behind her head and stretched luxuriously, her breasts rising under her purple button-down shirt.

"I am

so

in the mood," she sighed. Then she tugged Christine by her elbow over to the other side of the room and confided, "I bought a new dress to wear to dinner. It's really scandalous. I call it my slut suit." Then she laughed. Christine could not decide how to react. She just looked up at Bonnie and smiled weakly.

Bonnie went back toward the office and checked for Rose. Seeing that she was still on the phone, Bonnie said "Better head upstairs. Catch you later, Christine. She started to walk away, but then turned her head round. "You've come to the right place," she repeated, winking. Then she sashayed toward the staircase.

When Rose hung up the phone, Christine said, "One more question. Do have any recommendations for where to have dinner?"

Rose slowly made her way back to the desk. "W-e-l-l-l, here's a list. Lots of chains. Some local pizza places. Some beer joints where you can get a hamburger. The 7-11's right up the road if you just want to get something you can take out. Only a couple places where you can really dine."

"Do you recommend one?"

"Walker's is the place I think most people prefer. It's about a 20 minute drive, though." She pointed to

Walker Inn

, an entry on her list of places to eat. "It's got the best atmosphere. And the waiter there really takes kindly to the young ladies," she added, winking and glancing at Christine's bosom, which was ample but well-hidden beneath a sky-blue pullover shirt and white brassiere. "Here, take this sheet. You can bring it back on the way down. Just put it on the desk if I'm not here."

Christine thanked her and took the paper with her upstairs. Reaching the second floor, she passed the Champagne room and the Pinot Noir room. She then proceeded to the third floor, which held the Burgundy room and the Claret room.

After Christine and Adam settled into the Claret room, they called the Walker Inn and made a reservation for 6:45. By this time, Christine had noticed that Bonnie and John talking next door might as well have been in the Claret room themselves. The walls in the old inn were thin, and there was nothing covering the hardwood floors to muffle sound.

After she heard Bonnie and John leave for dinner, Christine sat on the bed. "The bed squeaks," she complained to Adam. "Listen," and she bounced up and down to demonstrate.

"Well, the furniture is old. That's what these places are supposed to be like, I guess," he replied. "I need a shower. Care to join me?" he asked, eyebrows arched.

"No, we don't like the same water temperature. I'll take mine after yours," she replied. He proceeded into the bathroom, apparently oblivious to her pouting.

After their showers, they went downstairs. Between the second floor and the lobby they passed a very young couple coming upstairs carrying paper bags that presumably contained their dinner. Christine and Adam exchanged hellos with the other couple, but they did not stop to chat or introduce themselves. Christine noticed that the young woman had thick red hair and a round face, and her bottom had a little extra padding. The man was blond and very thin.

Adam and Christine went outside to their car, and Adam drove to the restaurant. Along the way, Christine poured out her misgivings about where they were staying.

"First of all, the walls are like paper. You can hear everything. You saw how our bed squeaks and I'm sure John and Bonnie can hear

that.

And speaking of Bonnie, you didn't hear what she was saying to me downstairs about how great this place is for them to come when they're quote in the mood unquote, making it sound like everyone comes here just to, you know,... And then she told me about the supposedly hot new dress she just bought that she calls her slut suit." Adam started laughing, but Christine went on, "And our dear hostess, Rose, made sure to tell me that the waiter where we're going quote really takes kindly to the young ladies unquote, and then she looked up at my boobs like they were what the waiter is going to take kindly to." Adam laughed again.

And did you notice that little basket on the night table next to the bed? The wicker basket with the blue napkin?"

"No."

"Figures," she snorted. "Well, I did. And that basket had some little bottles of scented oils, like for massage. One was coconut, one was lavender, I didn't look at all of them. There was a tube with a picture of a strawberry that said "taste for intimacy" or--I don't know what it said exactly, but something like that. Honey, I'm so sorry. I managed to book us into a...some kind of...a bordello or...I don't know what it is."

Adam took his right hand off the wheel and patted her thigh, trying to be soothing. "Hey, it's ok. I mean, if we're too uncomfortable, next time we'll pick some different place. I mean, tonight it's too late, right? Tonight, we're kinda stuck. We'll just have to see what happens. I mean look, you searched for a romantic B&B. Maybe they're all like this. Maybe this is what people expect."

"You're not mad at me for ending up here?"

"No, you know me. Whatever it is, it's an adventure. It's a game. Play it for fun.

"OK, honey. I'm sorry. I'll try not to be upset. I know you wanted to have a nice night away from the kids. I'll try to be more like you. Play it for fun....The GPS says that we should be getting close to where we need to make a left. There, Walker's Hollow Road."

Eventually, they came to the Walker Inn. As they walked from their car, Christine looked inside and saw that there only a few tables.. At one of them, sitting facing away from the window, was a woman in a sea-green dress that had skinny straps and no back.

When Adam and Christine were inside, looking for someone to seat them, the woman in the sea-green dress popped up and said, "Christine and Adam! Hello!"

Adam responded, "Oh, hi Bonnie," a second before Christine recognized her, adding "Hi, Bonnie," in turn.

"Fancy meeting you here," Bonnie laughed. "We just ordered dessert. Make sure you save room. I couldn't decide between the chocolate torte and the tiramisu."

A waiter in a white shirt appeared, and Bonnie asked him, "It's OK if they sit right here?" She pointed to the table next to where she and John were sitting,

"Of course," he said. "Did you have a reservation?"

"6:45," Adam replied. "Under Adam."

"Of course," the waiter said again. Christine felt his gaze linger on her bosom, and she remembered Rose's remark about a waiter taking kindly to the young ladies.

While the waiter was preparing their table, Christine appraised the sea-green dress. In front, the neckline plunged most of the way to Bonnie's waist, making it evident that she wore no bra. When Bonnie turned around to walk back to her table, the skirt was high enough to show two or three inches of the bottom of her ass.

Slut suit indeed,

Christine thought.

Once they were seated and were looking over the menu, the waiter came back with coffee and dessert for John and Bonnie.

"Pistachio ice cream for the gentleman. And for you, madam, the chocolate torte

AND

the tiramisu. Two for the price of one." As he placed the plates down with a flourish, he was staring down Bonnie's dress. Her left strap had fallen halfway down her arm, and Christine thought that from where the waiter was standing he must be able to see Bonnie's entire left breast, nipple included. Bonnie giggled, saying, "Oh, my, Edwin. Thank you." She stared discreetly at her desserts, giving Edwin the opportunity to enjoy a prolonged view.

Finally, Edwin tore himself away from Bonnie's boobs and turned to John and Christine. "Good evening. My name is Edwin. How may I get you started?" Christine said that they needed a few more minutes to decide.

When Christine looked at Adam, his eyes were not directed at Bonnie's top. Instead, his gaze was fixed downward, where Bonnie was sitting with her long right leg crossed over her left. The skirt of the sea-green dress rode up to where her entire right hip was exposed. Christine kept glancing at Adam's eyes and Bonnie's right side, arriving at the conclusion: s

he isn't wearing any underwear.

After Edwin had returned and taken their dinner orders, Christine appraised her situation.

Bonnie is playing a game,

Christine thought,

and she is enjoying it. Well, if this is the game, I can play it, too. And like Adam says, we can play it for fun.

Christine stood up and strode to the bathroom. She reached under the back of her pale blue pullover shirt and unhooked her bra. She extracted her arms from the bra and then tried to fold it into her purse. It wouldn't fit, and after a minute she gave up and left one of the bra straps dangling out from the zipper. She did her best to hide the bra strap by holding her purse against her waist.

As she walked out of the bathroom, Christine could feel her boobs wobbling and shimmying inside her shirt. She tried her best to appear nonchalant as she headed back to their table.

John and Adam had their backs to the bathroom, so they could not see Christine's wobbling and shimmying. But Bonnie noticed, and her eyes widened and she covered her mouth to conceal a grin. This made John turn around to see what she was looking at, and he pursed his lips together and mouthed "Oooo." Then he quickly turned back to look at Bonnie.

When they had finished lingering over their desserts, John and Bonnie got up to leave. John's eyes gave one final appreciation of Christine's chest before he and Bonnie walked out the door.

When it came time to order dessert, Adam chose the chocolate torte. As Edwin looked on, Christine tugged down at the bottom of her shirt, stretching it tightly against her bare breasts. She could feel her nipples pressing against the material. She pretended to be undecided between the brownie and the pecan pie.

"How about I bring you both? No extra charge!" Edwin offered. "Oh, that would be so nice!" Christine said. As Edwin returned to the kitchen, Christine smiled to herself. Edwin had taken kindly to her, all right.

Adam and Christine tasted all three of their desserts, sharing the pecan pie. After they finished and got back in the car, Christine said, "Did you like how I got us an extra dessert?"

"Yup," Adam chuckled. "That was terrific. Your boobs really show through in that shirt. You might as well be wearing nothing!"

"Gosh, really?" Christine asked. "You can see it all?"

"Not now, it's dark," Adam replied. "But under the light, you could make out your nipples completely. And every time you laughed, the way you shook--couldn't you feel it? Anyway, I should watch the road."

They were silent, while Adam concentrated on the dark roads and Christine helped with directions. Finally, when they passed the 7-11, they relaxed, and a few minutes later they were back in the parking lot of

Wine and Rose's

.

"So, can you see now?" Christine asked, as Adam turned off the engine.

"No, it's still mostly dark," Adam replied. The only light was coming from the upstairs window of the Burgundy room.

Christine pulled her shirt over her head. "How about now?" she inquired, mischievously.

"W-w-well now, yes," Adam stammered, and he slid over to her side of the car and put his arm around her shoulder. They began to kiss. Christine reached down to Adam's pants and found him stiff and hard.

He's never gotten so excited so quickly

, she thought. But then she remembered that this was not the first stimulation he had been given tonight--there had been Bonnie's exposed cleavage and bare butt.

Christine, too, felt unusually turned on. She was breathing rapidly through her mouth, kissing the top of Adam's head and caressing his neck as he bent to kiss her breasts. As he reached her nipples, she let out a sigh and her head rolled back.

Suddenly, she noticed some movement at the window. "Wait!" she whispered.

They turned to look up. Bonnie was facing to their left, evidently looking at a mirror as she brushed her hair. Her torso was wrapped in a white towel.

As she kept brushing, the towel slipped open at the back, exposing some of her butt. Christine decided in her mind that it was ok for Adam to enjoy the view.

A few seconds later, Bonnie lifted her arms higher, still brushing her hair, and the towel dropped to the floor. Adam and Christine could see her entire her entire long backside. Christine shivered as she realized that they were secretly staring at Bonnie's complete nakedness.

John now came into view, with his back to the window, walking toward Bonnie in just his boxer shorts. She put down the hair brush, turned around, and raised her arms to put around his neck. As she turned, Adam and Christine had a momentary front view of her entire body.

John and Bonnie started to kiss. Christine could feel her heart pounding. It felt so illicit watching the couple in the window. Bonnie reached down and pushed John's boxer's toward his knees. She and John wiggled together, their hands squeezing each other's backsides. As they tugged and rocked, Christine could not tell whether they were doing it standing up or just rubbing against one another.

After a few moments, they drew apart, and Bonnie gave John a friendly tap on the butt as he turned away toward the bathroom. When he turned, Christine saw his erection, full and hard. She gasped involuntarily. Then he walked out of view. Bonnie walked out of view, also, toward the bed.