Wine Country Girl Ch.03
All roads lead to happy hour as Alex's week winds down.
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The next couple of days were absolutely bliss for me. I mostly relaxed around the bed and breakfast, did some reading and I even went for some more wine tastings, though they were much tamer than that first one on Monday. Most importantly, I'd resolved to move on from my old life. My two wonderful trysts this week, first with Stacey and then with Megan and Bree, convinced me I didn't need a man in my life to complete me.
I also decided it was probably time to progress from being a weather girl in Kansas City to something more fulfilling and meaningful. It's been a fun couple of years, but I can do without creepy guys ogling me and posting their lewd comments on social media. They can be such jerks. Don't get me wrong, I love my body and I've used it to my advantage more than once, but maybe I just prefer flaunting myself to women is all I mean.
Anyway, I'm going to enjoy my last couple of days in Sonoma Valley and then I'll head back to KC on Sunday with my batteries fully recharged. Well, most of them anyway...I can't speak for the vibrator I brought along since it's been getting a lot of use this week. ο
Friday afternoon was winding down now and I'd just finished my third wine tasting of the afternoon. I'd become pretty disciplined when tasting to just swish the wine around in my mouth and then spit out the remainder into the little buckets the tasting rooms provide. Despite all that, I felt a slight buzz as I walked out of the last place into the bright warm sunshine. Good thing most of the tasting rooms close at 5pm otherwise I might've been tempted to go for one more, something I probably didn't need since I was driving!
The setting sun was throwing long shadows ahead of my convertible as I made my way along the pretty winding roads back towards my B&B with the music blasting (I can always count on Taylor Swift for the right lyrics to fit any mood). Sunshine and wine always make me feel warm, tingly and horny and today's no exception. My buns were on fire as I soaked up the heat from the hot leather seats through my thin sun dress. I didn't need to touch myself to know that I was aroused.
I'd already made up my mind that once I parked the car at the inn, I was going straight to the Creekside and see if Maggie was around, have a couple of martinis and maybe grab a bite to eat. As I walked inside I said hello to the owner, Robert, who was busy fixing something in the front entryway then went up to my room to use the bathroom and fix my makeup before heading back out. I eyed the vibrator on the nightstand and was tempted to quickly get myself off but I also enjoy the feeling of being in a heightened state of excitement. Hovering on the edge always makes for a better orgasm, at least for me anyway.
Happy hour was in full gear when I walked into the Creekside and saw Maggie in her customary place behind the bar. This time she had someone back there helping her out, a good thing since the place was pretty full. I moved through the crowd until I could find an available bar stool on the shorter end of the L-shaped bar. Maggie broke into a smile when she saw me.
"I was hoping I'd get to see you before you left town," she said in greeting as she slapped a napkin down in front of me on the bar.
"Same here Maggie. How's your week going so far?"
"Not as good as yours from what I hear," she said with a wink and a smirk. "Dirty Birdie?"
"Of course, but only if you join me," I responded.
"I just may do that in a little bit."
As she turned to make my martini, I looked around at the place. It was a lot fuller than when I was here last Sunday night and definitely looked like a locals hangout. It had a lot going for itself -- the people were friendly and the drinks were generous and cheap.
I was in a hell of a lot better mood this time around as Maggie set the drink in front of me.
"Thanks Maggie," I said, raising my glass in a slight cheer to her. She nodded her head in return as I took the first sip and felt the vodka warm my throat as I swallowed.
"Mm, very tasty."
"So I hear you took me up on some of my recommendations," Maggie said with a grin.
"I gotta say, you definitely suggested some good and
interestin
g wineries," I said with a wry smile.
"Well, I would never recommend a place if I hadn't first tasted there myself," she added with a cocked eyebrow.
I had to chuckle at her innuendo.
"Um, so how did you know?" I asked.
"Know what sweetie?"
"You know. Primitivo...Stacey...me?"
Maggie leaned and put her hand on my arm and spoke in a low tone so that only I could hear her.
"Let's just say I had a hunch Alex. I figured at the very least you'd get to taste some good wines. And then if there was a spark between you two, well then would be icing on the cake. And I heard there was lot of melted icing on Monday night," she added as she stepped back smiling.
I smiled back at her, nodding in agreement, then took a big pull of my martini.
"Well, you were spot on with that one," I said as I dabbed the napkin at my lips.
"I usually am," she replied in a matter-of-fact manner as she wiped down the station in front of her with a rag.
"I guess I didn't take you for, you know..."
Maggie chimed in before I could finish.
"For what? For being gay?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied sheepishly. "I mean, you
were
married before after all."
"And you were engaged to an asshole too," she retorted.
"TouchΓ©," I replied.
"For the record, I don't much care for labels and I prefer my ladies and men like my T-bone steaks -- hot and juicy!"
Maggie's demeanor relaxed as she leaned forward on the bar. She had the top few buttons of her shirt undone again allowing the tops of her breasts to push up from her bra. They were so close now that I could count the freckles on them. She touched me on the arm again.
"Listen, I think we're probably more alike than either of us care to admit in that regard," she said, looking me in the eye.
"You mean the being with an asshole part or the liking other women part?" I asked softly.
"Yes," she grinned.
She glanced down at my empty glass. "You ready for another one sweetie?"
"Another martini or another woman?" I asked cheekily.
"Why, yes," she replied.
"Well in that case, yes to both," I said as our eyes locked on each other.
Then I let my eyes drop purposefully down to her cleavage momentarily, then back up to see that she was looking at me intently.
"Hmm, I think I'll join you for this round," she said, turning away to make the drinks.
My gaze dropped down and I glanced at Maggie's ass. She was looking mighty fine in her tight jeans and I felt my pussy quiver momentarily. I was pretty sure there was some unmistakable chemistry between us but I wasn't sure if anything would come of it tonight. Who knows, maybe she wasn't even interested.
She came back and put a couple of fresh glasses on the bar and poured our martinis from a shaker.
"Well I'm glad to see you're in much better spirits than you were on Sunday," she said nonchalantly.