As a writer... I get inspired by different things at different times. I have a limited amount of time to commit to my writing, so it's kind of a whim that takes me here or there. Recently... a single piece of clothing provided the inspiration... simply because it was connected to another story. I've been working on House in Santa Barbara... Part Three... so, when a sweet little dress I purchased in Santa Barbara on a shopping trip in Part Three played an important part in another very fun adventure, it just seemed inevitable that it was a story that had to be told. Ahhh... here you go... those who want lots of graphic sex will be disappointed... those who are actual exhibitionists will enjoy!
Ok... here it is... we drink a lot of wine! It feels good to have that off my chest. And... we love to share lots of wine with friends. We're members of probably 10 different wine clubs in Napa, Sonoma, Mendocino, and Solano counties of California. This means we have regular wine club tastings and shipments with each winery during the year. Well... it's a burden, but someone has to do it! Hahaha!
Several of our favorite wineries are located in the Valley of the Moon region of Sonoma County. They have outstanding micro-climates for different varietals, and their winemakers are sooo talented. We are very fortunate to live in the area, so tasting sessions are easy to plan.
Probably six times a year... Anthony and I organize a wine tasting day in Sonoma County with several other friends. Because we want to taste and enjoy the wines from several wineries, we hire a limo. We don't want to risk the lives of others by driving while partially buzzed. It's lots more fun for everyone to trust the limo driver to get us safely home while enjoying some of the best wine in the world.
Recently... we organized a wine tasting trip in Sonoma County with a total of 7 people. We started with lunch in the little town of Sonoma... great restaurants with great wine lists to start. While preparing for an afternoon of wine tasting... it's best to start with some food in your stomach.
It was a hot day... yes, a California hot day! It's not sticky and humid like the east... it's dry and hot in a way that makes you want to wear very little. And... I did. The inspiration for this story comes from the little filmy dress I purchased on State Street in Santa Barbara.
My little mini dress is plunged in front and back... and has tiny spaghetti tie straps that keep it in place with very holding capacity. The fabric is super thin, so my contours are clearly visible. As in Santa Barbara and other places in Napa Valley... this little dress was an easy choice for our wine tasting tour. I love days when I can have just my shoes and one very sexy layer. Mmmm!
Yes... I'm bad all day long! At our restaurant in Sonoma... I sat on the bench at the back of our table where I could turn my body easily from side to side. This is where my little dress is perfect. I'm a pretty animated talker, so during a conversation I could nonchalantly expose my bare and shaved yoni... sometimes a little and sometimes completely. Our friends know this is part of the fun of the day... and they're used to it.
The wait staff, however, took note immediately. Our table received the most attention of any in the restaurant. There was a steady stream of staff to make sure all of our needs were met. We gave them a generous tip... and they were attentive even as we walked toward the front door. The manager... who was also probably the owner... was there to wish us well as we left... and to express his hope that we'd visit again sometime.
We drove to our primary winery. It's an amazing place. When we entered the massive front doors... our wine concierge met us. Margie has served us for several years and knows our preferences well. We greeted her and noticed there were several people near the entrance. We recognized the tasting room manager, Ted, and saw that he appeared to be conferring with two men and a woman that looked like a photography team. He greeted us briefly, and walked into his office, leaving the photography team in the entry.
We chatted with Margie about our tasting selections, and she then invited us to walk up the grand staircase at the entrance toward our wine tasting room on the second floor.
Okay... I started to climb the grand staircase with two photographers on the lower level. Whoever knows? Are they paying attention? Are they bored? But... they could tell my dress was short, and the stairs gave them a better and better view up my dress as I moved upward. I could feel their eyes on me. So... at about one third of the way up the stairs, I reached back and fluffed my dress to give them a clear view of my bare ass... just a quick nonchalant flash, but a clear opportunity.
Yeah! As soon as my skirt came down to cover my ass... I heard a low voice behind me with a simple "Hmmm."
I took one more step and then stopped, pivoting slightly to the left with my left foot on the lower step and my right one on the next higher step so my shoulder and hip was pointed toward them. I looked over my left shoulder to make eye-contact with each person.
When I had finished moving into this new perspective for them, I paused a few moments to consider what they were seeing. Hmmm. My legs were open... perfect. My short dress then was also open as a tent over my bare yoni... nice. In my peripheral vision, I couldn't be sure whether I was covered or not. I decided to increase the possibility of being slightly exposed to them... I slid my right hand up along the outside of my thigh, pulling my skirt higher on my thigh... by doing so, the tent over my yoni became a little smaller... excellent!
I scanned for eye contact from left to right. First... one of the men with camera in hand... he had the least advantageous perspective, being straight down the stairs. He had a pleasant and relaxed smile, and had no problem keeping eye contact.
To his left and my right... the woman's eyes were scanning the whole scene... as if evaluating. She looked left and right, up and down... then clearly looking at position where my open dress hinted at my open legs at a little higher than eye level. She also had a pleasant and interested look on her face as we finally established eye-contact.
My attention moved to my right again to the second man... he had the best view. And... it was clear that he'd already seen what I'd hoped would be on display for at least one of them. He was looking straight at my bare yoni... visible at least enough under the little tent of my dress. As I watched him watching me... I pulled my dress tent a little tighter, and saw is eyes widen in response. Yes! His response sent an immediate and powerful surge of pleasure through me... and I could feel my yoni dampening.
When I met the second man's eyes, he looked a bit sheepish, and said, "Sorry. I shouldn't have called any attention to an accidental slip."
"Who said it was an accident?" I replied with a slight smile.
The rest of my group were already on the second-floor landing, watching with Margie. I glanced back to see Anthony whispering something to Margie, and then saw her eyes open wider.
After a several second pause, the first man said, "Would you mind if we took a couple of photos of you right there? You're in a perfect pose, and it's a beautiful setting."
I said, "How could I say no to such a gracious offer? Certainly... take a few if you'd like."
As they readied their cameras, the woman asked Margie if she could direct the rest of our group to the left railing on the second floor... otherwise their feet would be in the photos. I watched as Margie and our group took up their positions to watch. Ted returned to the group on the ground floor from my left side, so he could see me standing part of the way up the stairs but couldn't see up my dress. That's when it became obvious that the woman, Barb, was in charge of the team. She walked to her right to meet Ted and chatted with him briefly... then she stood with him to watch her photographers.
The two men snapped away... moving up and down, left and right, to get a variety of perspectives. When they both stood up, it appeared they were finished. Barb looked at them, and they nodded that they were happy with their photos. She looked up at me, and said, "Thank you so much. Those photos are going to make a great addition to our project."
I said, "You're certainly welcome. I don't know about your project here, but I propose your guys might want to take a few more."
Saying that... moving my only my right arm, I reached up to my left shoulder and slowly pulled on the end of the simple bow knot until it came untied. The left side of my dress fell off my shoulder, exposing my left boob completely. All of my friends on the upper floor cheered and clapped. I glanced at Ant... it made me feel so good to see his big smile and approving nod of his head.
I returned my right arm to its original position, looked back down at the small group on the ground floor, and said to Ted who was trying to keep eye contact with me, "I hope this is okay. I don't want to offend anyone."
The photographers were already busy. And... the woman was giving them some directions on shots she wanted.
Ted smiled, and said, "Yours is the only group this afternoon. That's one of the reasons we scheduled the photo shoot for today. If you're comfortable, I'm comfortable."
I smiled back briefly, and then focused on looking directly at the cameras... one, then the other, back and forth.
After a couple minutes, Barb said, "Those are going to be amazing." As she was speaking, I reached across my body again... this time with my left arm. I pulled on the remaining knot and let the strap fall as the knot opened. My little dress fell into a small puddle of fabric at my feet. Even louder cheering and applause came from the upper floor.
