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 😉
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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 03
"Hey babe, what would you think about doing a wine tasting at the restaurant?" I asked Gregg over lunch one day. It was rare we were both off on the same day.
I thought about it when I opened, but I didn't know enough about wine, nor did any of my staff. Our town was too small to have a dedicated liqueur wine store, or else I might have found someone there. So, I just scrapped the idea.
He looked up from the bison burger I grilled for him. "Sure, I think I'd like that." He took another bite. "This is so damn good, Ellie. If you were open for lunch, you could put it on the menu!" I glared at him. I've had many requests to open for lunch and he knew it would stretch me too thin to do that. He cleared his throat and said, "Oh right. Wine tasting. Sure, when were you thinking?"
"I didn't have a time in mind since I thought we'd work around your schedule." I stood up to gather the dirty plates, but he took my hand and pulled me into his lap.
"You know..." He trailed a finger around the neckline edge of my tank top. "It drives me totally crazy..." He nuzzled my neck. "When you wear this top and don't wear a bra."
My nipples were hard and pushing through the thin white knit. At thirty-nine C I didn't go out in public braless but sometimes did at home. I was proud that they still sat high, especially at my age.
He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth right through my top. The white was wet and clung to my hardening nipple. He did the same to the other.
"You'd be great in a wet t-shirt contest, but I wouldn't want anyone but me seeing you like that."
I got up, went to the sink, pulled the sprayer up, and leaning over the sink gave him his wet t-shirt show. He groaned when I turned around. I looked down and the white shirt clung to my breasts like a second skin. My dark nipples showed through the shirt, my nipples protruded like bullets from him and the cold water.
"Damn, Ell, you drive me crazy sometimes," he said, his voice deep and rasping.
"Take your pants off." He stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped, and kicked them off. "Sit down." He did.
I stripped while he watched, walked over, and straddled his legs. I squealed when suddenly he grabbed me and set me up on the table, spreading my thighs to either side and opening my pussy to him.
"Now it's time for dessert," he growled.
I moaned when I felt his breath on my smooth lips. His tongue flicked my clit causing me to jerk. He pulled me closer to the edge of the table and I laid back.
He hadn't shaved today and his beard rubbing the inside of my thighs was so arousing, His teeth nibbled my lips and tugged. He knew all the right things to do to take me higher and higher until I nearly drowned him in my juices when I came.
He stood up and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my sopping slit. I moaned and arched my back. He pushed his hard cock in deep, leaned over me on his hands, and began to fuck me.
I wrapped my legs around him which changed the angle of his cock, so it began to rub my clit. I came again. Hard and loud. He shoved in deep, and his cock pumped filling me with his hot seed. We gasped for breath for a moment.
"Wrap your legs around me again." I did. "Now hang on."
He pulled me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I held on tightly while he carried me to the bedroom.
That evening he picked up pizza for dinner. "Wish we had more days off together," he said, cracking the top off a bottle of beer.
"Yeah, me too," I sighed. "I thought when you moved in, we'd have a lot more time together, but it never seems like it. I'm coming and you're going, or you're going and I'm coming."
"Having a twenty-four-hour shift doesn't help I guess." He picked at his pepperoni, then popped one in his mouth. "It will be nice to work together for the wine tastings."
"I'm looking forward to it! Mostly to spend time with you, but I think the customers are really going to enjoy it. I've gotten a lot of requests for special events."
"Did Peter tell you he does events at the winery?"
"No, what does he do?"
"Well, I haven't been around in a while now, but he used to have themed prix fixe dinners, usually out in the vineyards. Let's see, what else," he said, thinking. "Oh! I know. He does bread baking classes. As I recall, those were hugely popular."
"Oh, those sound like fun! Too bad I can't do them in my place. Damn."
"No, but I bet if you brainstorm with Peter, he'll help you come up with some great ideas?"
"I'm sure!" But when. When would I even get to the winery to see him again? I can't take that much time off. I'll just have to do my own brainstorming.
We set up dates and times for the wine tasting and ordered more cases of wine. I prepared six charcuterie boards, one for each table. Gregg knew his wine and loved to talk about it. He was, as they say, in his element. The reservations filled up within a day of announcing it and they were already requesting more with different wines.
I dropped my keys and purse inside the door and plopped on the sofa. "I'd say that was a resounding success!"
He sat next to me and pulled my legs across his lap. "Yes, ma'am it certainly was. You made lots of happy people tonight." He began to rub my feet.
"Ohhhhh, you know how much I love when you do that," I moaned.
"You know how much I love you, right?"
I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I do. And you know how much I love you too, right?" I parroted.
"I do." He smiled. "I remember you telling me you weren't ready for a relationship. No time in your life for a man."
"You would remember that!" I laughed.
"And you're over the older younger thing too now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I felt better about it after I talked to your mom."
"Really? Ohhhh, because she's older than dad. I forgot about that until now." He looked thoughtful. "See, it wasn't even noticeable, was it? It never affected me when I was a child."
Was he referring to what our future children would think about our age difference, I wondered? I needed to tell him the truth. And the sooner the better.
Just not now
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I baked sourdough rolls, bread, and baked goods for the restaurant as I needed them. It never occurred to me that there might be an interest in folks learning about it, but apparently, Peter has had success.
As we were prepping for dinner I said to Janeen, "Say, could you put out some feelers as to how much interest there would be in lessons in making sourdough bread? Gregg told me Peter has done very well with it."
"I don't doubt it. Every time you make something with sourdough, it's a huge hit. I will put the word out, but I wouldn't be surprised if you had a lot of interest, so be prepared," she grinned.
