Wine, a beautiful woman and a firefighter... What more do you want? Maybe some romance?
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. A strong woman? (I know I have some readers that will appreciate that π
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. Sex, you say?
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I think you'll love Gregg and Ellie as much as I've come to love them. Emails welcome! Thanks for reading!
Whispers in the Vineyard Ch 02
Peter the head chef asked if I would like to make dinners for Gregg and his mom and dad the next evening. I was excited to get into the kitchen again and happily agreed. We made plans to go to the local farmer's market the next morning.
I was heading to the winery office when Gregg came out.
"You're actually bouncing!" he laughed.
"I am? I am! I'm excited."
He pulled me to him and kissed me. "I'm so glad I have that effect on you," He bumped me with his hardening cock. "You do that to me too."
"Not you, silly!" I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm cooking for you and your mom and dad tomorrow evening!"
"Really? That's awesome babe. I'm glad they'll get to try some of your cooking."
"It'll be nice to get back in a kitchen again. I sort of miss it," I said sheepishly.
"I'm not surprised. I mean it's not just a job for you. Like most of the rest of us anyhow. Cooking is your life."
I warmed inside just hearing the sincerity in his voice. "Thank you. That's very nice of you to say. Even better of you to notice it." He kissed me tenderly and I got that butterfly inside me feeling again.
"I was going to see if you wanted to take a nap with me," he waggled his eyebrows, "but dad asked if I'd go into town and pick up some supplies. It's not quite to Gainesville, but probably a half hour or more. Would you like to ride along?"
Holy crap, I thought to myself. I'd go just about anywhere with this guy. "Sure! I do need to stop back at the cottage real quick."
I climbed up into the crew cab dually that was nicely appointed for a work truck. Gregg shut the door behind me and jumped into the driver's seat. He comically pointed down to the middle seat and it was then I noticed it was a bench seat and I slid right on over the leather seat and buckled up.
"Maybe I should get one of these at home. I kinda like you sitting in the girlfriend seat," he grinned. I ran my hand up his thigh and he softly moaned. "On the other hand, it could be a distraction!"
"I'll behave myself," I pouted.
"Maybe not too much. Don't get carried away in the good behavior department," he laughed.
"Is the offer for the nap still on when we get back?" I said, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.
He guffawed. Loudly. "Need you to ask?"
"I just didn't want to appear to be too forward, you know." I giggled.
It was about a forty-five-minute drive and took time for them to load the pallet into the bed of the truck. Gregg conferred with his dad on the cell, and they added a few more things to the order.
By the time we got back to the winery and got everything unloaded, it was time for dinner. I could have easily been happy with a take-out container in the cottage, but we had made plans with more of Gregg's family for dinner. So alas, fun time would have to wait.
We ran in the door of the cottage, dropping our clothes as we went. Gregg got the shower heated up and I set out clothes that I wanted to wear.
"Mmmm, this is wonderful," he murmured as I stepped into the shower with him.
"We only have thirty minutes to shower, dress, and get back to the dining room!"
"Yeah yeah, I know," he said absently while he ran his slick hands over my body.
"Gregg..." I moaned. "Baby, we need to hurry."
He turned me to face him. "Yes, we do," he murmured, pulling me into him.
Time was lost as my arms went around his neck. My breasts rubbed my nipples hard on his furred chest. His cock poked me, hot, hard, and throbbing. I slid my leg up his thigh. When I opened for him, he pushed in, leaning me against the wall and holding my ass while he thrust in.
"Oh my god, yeah," I whimpered in his neck. "Fuck me harder." I wrapped both legs around him and he supported me while he slammed into me harder.
His growls and loud moans lewdly reverberated off the bathroom walls. My mewing joined in as I reached the peak and flew off in thousands of sparks. I felt my pussy rhythmically clench his cock and milk it until the heat exploded inside me.
I slowly slipped my shaky legs down and he supported me for a moment.
"Ellie, what you do to me. I lose control when I'm with you." I kissed him in response. He knew I felt the same.
We quickly rinsed, dressed, and hurried back to the winery only fifteen minutes late. I don't think they even noticed our lateness because they were catching up on family news.
The next morning, I met Peter early and we set off to the farmer's market and butcher. I was excited to see what was available here because even though we were still in Florida, the crops were much different in northern Florida than central.
Peter seemed to be enthused and came up with some new ideas for the diners. I do think it's always fun to cook with someone else. To bounce ideas off each other. We quickly bonded into a close friendship. He told me a bit more about the family and how hard they worked to get where they were.
The restaurant did indeed start out being what I expected. They had just built it all up through the years and it was now considered fine dining with many awards to back it up.
No better beef can be found than what we have in Florida. Many don't realize there are thousands of beef producers throughout the state. But I had to admit, my biggest thrill is going south from my little town and seeing working cowboys on the cattle ranches. I guess we are never too old to love our cowboys!
I chose thick steaks that would be marinated and cooked on the woodfire grill. Risotto, beet green salad, and fresh vegetables. Peter is known for his exceptional desserts, so I asked if he would like to take that on and he was thrilled to do it.
I felt comfortable helping in the kitchen since I'd gotten to know Peter. I spent the afternoon helping him prep for dinner that night. During which time I got to know the rest of the kitchen folks. This was my world, and I was happy being here. I didn't realize how much I missed my restaurant until now.
"You look right at home," Gregg whispered in my ear, putting his arms around my waist.
"I've really missed being in the kitchen. I get like this every year when I close, but my staff needs the time off," I sighed.
"So do you, babe. You need a getaway. Looks like you and Peter are hitting it off. I bet it's nice to find someone to relate to?"