Wine Country Girl Ch.04
It's back to reality for Alex...with a twist.
Best to read the chapters before this one to get the essence of the backstory!
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With my delightful sojourn to wine country now fading rapidly into my rearview mirror, I threw myself back into the mundaneness of my job back at the TV station doing the weather report. Unbeknownst to me, while I was gone they'd switched around my schedule and now I am on the morning news starting at 4:30 a.m. Ugh.
While I didn't exactly have a night life before, this pretty much guaranteed me of never having one as I now have to be up by 3 a.m. so I can be ready to go on the air. The schedule change also moved my days off to the middle of the week so now I'm doubly screwed for having any sort of social life.
Most of my female co-workers rallied around me after my break-up with Hunter but that also disappeared quickly. All except for Vince, the very married evening news anchor who's a perpetual horn-dog and has been constantly trying to get in my panties since the day I started at the station. He's good looking (and knows it) and is pretty well known around town as a guy with sketchy moral character. It's all borderline sexual harassment so that, along with my new crappy work schedule, has me seriously thinking about making a career change.
The one upside is that after my shift ends in the morning, I have my afternoons available for hitting the gym, going for a run or a hike. So now, my daily routine usually has me working out then coming home and stripping down and masturbating - most lately, to memories about my flings in wine country.
One cool fall morning I was particularly amped up so I decided to go for a run right after I got off work. I rent a place in this quaint little neighborhood with lots of big trees, quiet roads and open parks to run through (quaint is code for
affordable
since us on-air meteorologists don't make much doing the weather). Had I ended up marrying Hunter, we had plans to build a new home but that dream is now dashed for good and I obviously need to move on and figure out my Plan B.
I put on my usual running attire - thin yoga pants and just a sports bra despite the cool temperature. Truth be told, I love the feeling at that point in my runs when the perspiration from my body meets the cool air. My nipples are almost always hard anyway but the wetness never fails to bring out the best in them. I'm proud of my body and kind of like showing off my hard nipples when I'm out on my runs. Knowing others are staring at the "weather girl's" boobs always has the added effect of sending me closer to the edge.
As I ran through the streets and started working up a sweat, I replayed my trip starting with the wine tasting in Dry Creek at Privitino and that hot-blooded Italian Stacey. Shivers ran through my body as I thought about how she first cupped my breasts from behind and then let her fingers trace my erect nipples. They were as hard now as they were that day when she took them into her mouth and bathed them with her tongue. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, the fragrance of her freshly washed hair and her taste - ah the taste of her nectar as she straddled my face and ran her slit up and down my tongue as she rode my face to orgasm. I could feel the heat build inside me as I ran through my piece of suburbia, my hard-as-pebble nipples on display for any one that cared. I sure didn't.
Then I thought about Megan, the young college co-ed to be, who brazenly came onto me in the hot tub at the Bed & Breakfast where I was staying. Her kiss, her fingers sliding inside me and how it all culminated in a hot three-way with Bree, her red-headed spitfire fuck buddy. I think of how our combined smell of our sex had permeated the room and how her mother Georgia came to the door and sucked it into her lungs. Neuroscientists say there is a definite connection between your olfactory senses and emotions. When I think of the erotic aroma in the air that night it triggers a response in my body that can only be satisfied by a human touch. I needed that touch right now.
As I pounded the pavement I also thought about sweet Maggie, how she was one of the first people I met in Healdsburg and was the one that recommended I seek out Stacey at Privitino. I should have known at the time she was steering me in a particular direction but I was still swimming in the haze and bitterness of my called-off wedding to care too much. She rebuilt my trust in people again and rocked my world with her magic tongue on her office desk, then gave me my first BDSM experience by relentlessly pounding my tunnel of love with her big strap-on dildo. Sweet Maggie, I wish she was inside me right now.
I could feel and smell my own wetness through my pants as I picked up the pace and began to push harder now, taking a detour to run through a park. It was if by pushing myself I could somehow alleviate the sexual tension wracking my body. As I glided through the open space I reached down and pressed my fingers against the hot humid dampness of the ultra-thin layer of Lycra that covered my labia. I brought my fingers to my nose, breathed deep and took in my own essence. Then I pushed the fabric into my slit, feeling more of my wetness. This also caused the seam in the crotch of the yoga pants to push tighter between my lips and apply friction to my now-erect clit as I ran.
Synapses were firing in my brain like a 4
th
of July fireworks show and it felt like my pussy was on fire. This is what it's like for me on the edge - a ballet dancer in demi-pointe on a balance beam trying desperately to maintain the status quo. Now I felt the sudden and urgent need to make myself cum but I was as far away from home as I could be. Like a kid that needs to pee, there was no way I was going to make it back in time.
Although it was mid-morning and there weren't many people in the park, I began to frantically look for a place out of the public eye where I could quickly take care of my business. Up ahead I saw the park bathrooms and I knew from past experience they'd been closed for a while, a victim of the pandemic that was supposedly over. The brick building was surrounded by oak trees and plenty of foliage and I suspect that is where mothers pushed their kids to go to the bathroom when they really had to go.
I darted quickly off the sidewalk and found a footpath behind the building. As I slowed I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest and it wasn't because of the running. I stopped and with my hands on my knees, I fought to catch my breath as I quickly surveyed my surroundings. Satisfied I was alone, I slipped my hand inside my pants and my fingers quickly found my moist slit. As I ran my fingers up and down through my soaked trench, I was surprised how wet I was. Not that I needed any lubrication or anything, I pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth and slowly sucked and licked my slick sticky nectar off my digits. My other hand instinctively pushed my pants down over my ass so my sex was exposed to the morning air.
With my left hand, I slightly spread my lips while my right went to work on my swollen clit. I had my eyes closed as I leaned against the bricks for support and my two fingers furiously rubbed myself in a circular motion. About every fifteen seconds or so I rammed those fingers into my sopping hole and jabbed at my own pussy for a few pumps before going back to my love button. I was conscious of my own heavy breathing and the little grunting noises I made each time I invaded my vagina but at that point I didn't have a care in the world as I began to rapidly pump my hole and I continued to rub my clit.
I was squatting now as I frantically assaulted my nether region, visions of all of those women pleasuring me at the same time running like a non-stop film reel in my mind. Even an image of Hunter and his modest little penis somehow slipped in with its subliminal messaging. My entire crotch area was a slippery quagmire and I was at the edge of the beam now, staring into the abyss at my own pleasure dome. I felt my body begin to quake as I approached my crescendo, only needing a little nudge now. When I slipped my pulled my fingers from my pussy and jabbed them into my tight butthole, things went dark for me.
As my climax washed over me, I dropped to my knees and fell forward chest-first into a pile of soft, damp leaves, my hand still in my crotch. I heard this other-worldly guttural moan that sounded like the last gasp of a wounded animal expiring - some sort of mix of the last air escaping from the lungs and relief that the suffering was over. It took me a moment to realize that it was me making those noises as I felt the juices drain from my hole into the palm of my hand.
I lay there for a few more moments and then slowly rolled over onto my back, the view of the trees and blue sky now coming back into focus. That's when a woman's head came into my line of sight. There standing right over me and staring down was a young mother with her baby stroller by her side. Then my eyes suddenly got very wide.
