Message-ID: <11423eli$9805191148@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11423.txt> From: therestillis1@hotmail.com Subject: Grapes for Dinner Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6jqh5h$lfn$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> This story is not recommended for audiences under the age of 18. It was written with the inspiration of someone who allows me to share my desires over the internet. I hope he has luck finding it and likes it once he does. My stories never finish, because I hope that they are just a beginning and want to be surprised by the rest. If you like the story and would like it to continue, please send e-mail to therestillis1@hotmail.com. Also appreciate your critisim. Grapes for Dinner? It had been a long day in the sun at the baseball game. The little league team they were rooting for lost the first game, but won the second by one run. It was a spectacular mistake the opposing team made when the catcher dropped the ball just as the runner slide home. The umpire called the runner out, however, that didn't go to well with some of the parents, and Kurt got real excited and you could see the vein in his neck stand out. I had to laugh at how he argued the call with the umpire and made the run count. The evening was quiet with a promise of a rental movie. We were starving and needed some dinner. I started in the kitchen making fast food. A wedge of soft Brie, French baguette, olive oil with balsamic vinegar in a dish, carrots, radishes, and salami sliced real thin. I took the frozen grapes out of the freezer I had placed in there before the game, but forgot to take. I was opening a bottle of Merlot and pouring a beer for Kurt, and he came over to see what I was doing. He asked why we couldn't just go to Taco Bell, and I told him it wasn't real food. He popped a frozen grape in his mouth and held it out on his tongue. He brought it over to my mouth and put it in. I felt it ice cold against my teeth and curled my tongue around it as I felt the juice begin to melt. He took another in his hand and rubbed it against my cheek and followed my neck down then dropped it down my shirt. I felt cold and was stuck in the middle of my bra. I squirmed and went backwards, he took my hands and held my wrists so I wouldn't get it out. I begged for him to let go and let me get it out. He took a dishcloth and put it in my mouth as he pressed me hard against the counter. He turned me around and took a bungie cord from the drawer and tied up my hands. Turning me back he unbuttoned my shirt and took the grape into his mouth and ate it so I could watch. He ate it very slowly and I watched him enjoying it as he came closer. Kurt unfastened my bra from its front closure. I felt the wires fall to the side of my breasts and my nipples were already hard. He took another frozen grape and placed his index finger through one end of it to make a hole. He placed the grape in his mouth and got it a wet with his salvia and then placed it on my hard protruding nipple. He did the same with another grape and I felt the ice coldness of them and looked as I saw them standing there. He took another grape and rolled it across my breasts and proceeded to lick the melting water against my skin. I shuddered as I felt his hand with another grape enter my shorts and go beyond the elastic in my panties. He left the grape there between my skin and the fabric and proceeded to remove my shorts to my ankles. He took more grapes off the stem and placed more of them in my panties and made them drop to the bottom so they pressed against the lips of my pussy. The cold was making my skin tingle and I felt my pussy become very hot against the grapes. He turned around and took a long drink of his beer and watched me squirm feeling the cold. Kurt took the wineglass and poured some wine. He smelled it, then swirled it in the glass and watched the legs drip slowly down the sides. Taking a sip and slowly swallowing, he told me it wasn't bad and asked if I would like some? I didn't say anything; I was feeling the cold against my hot pussy and the growing rush in growing to my stomach. He took another sip of the wine and removed the dishcloth from my mouth. As he kissed my lips and opened mine with his tongue, I felt the warm wine run into my mouth. The flavors were inviting my taste buds to a new awareness. Taking the wineglass, Kurt poured some in my mouth. Just enough to taste it again and feel the rush in my mouth and the warmness slide down my throat. He took another drink for himself without swallowing it and began to bite a grape placed on my breast, allowing the wine to fall from his mouth and run down my stomach. I felt his teeth against my nipple and he bit a little harder watching my eyes. He repeated with the next breast and the feeling of the wine, the smell, the coldness of the grape and his tongue and mouth sucking hard made my body shake and begin to fill with emotions that were leaving my head swimming. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>