Message-ID: <11444eli$9805201512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11444.txt> From: therestillis1@hotmail.com Subject: Grapes for Dinner II Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6jssl9$qkb$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> This story is not intended for audiences under the age of 18. Again this story is dedicated to someone who likes opening my eyes to new things and hearing my secret desires. I believe falling in love can happen on the internet. I don't like to finish the stories because I want a surprise of what could possibly happen in person. I apologize for the grammar and if the writing does not meet the criteria of some experts. I am a novice at writing stories and at sex. I write technical papers by trade. Responses to the content and criticism are very welcome by the author. You can contact the author at therestillis1@hotmail.com. This is a continuation of Grapes for Dinner? Posted 5/18/98. Deja News, alt.sex.stories.moderated Grapes for Dinner II The phone rang. Sending a jolt of surprise to the both of us. We let it ring 5 times until the machine picked it up. It was his ex calling wanting to hear about the baseball games. He picked up the phone before she hung up. It always left me with jealously that he could be in the middle of a great evening and then drop everything when she called. I think he did it because he knew I made a point to enjoy him more after the phone call. There was that smirk on his face of "well, what can I say" as he turned off the phone. "Mine's forever" I said "and now untie me please." I tried to look angry, but I think he knew that wasn't what I really wanted. "Nope, not ready to untie you yet." He said with that Texas twang. He tore a piece of bread and dipped it into the oil and vinegar until it was soaked. He ate it slowly just watching me and we were both quite, thinking, and staring at each other. "You ready for some dinner?" he asked with smile. "I think we should move to the table." "Real food should be eaten at the table, not like the fake food at Taco Bell where you eat it in the car." His sarcasm about food always made me laugh. He bent down and removed my shorts over my bare feet and then walked me over to the table. He cleared the plates and lit the two tapered candles and placed them on the table end. Kurt moved three chairs close together around the table within inches of each other in an arc. "What no food" I asked. "We will get to that, right now take a seat my dear," he said as he pulled out the chair in the middle. He moved to the stereo and played a CD with a blues sound of steel guitar and harmonica giving a beat and rhythm that moved my body into motion without thinking about it. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes focusing on the music and the frozen grapes melting with the heat in my panties as I sat in the oak chair. The juices of the grapes were blending with my own juices as I sat in the chair. I felt the drips falling down my legs and on the cheeks of my ass. The smell of the wine permeates the air as I was wearing it as perfume. This was not a waste of good Merlot, but I hoped the California Wine Makers intended on savoring their wine this way. I will remember this bottle, and the year of 1995. Kurt went to the kitchen, brought over the bottle of wine, the wineglass, and the oil with vinegar, placing them on the table within his reach. I heard the sounds with my eyes still closed and heard him step out of his own shorts. He maneuvered in front of me and sat on the edge of the table. I opened my eyes to see him taking the dish of oil and vinegar and pouring some on his cock. I watched as he rubbed it up and down and his cock was becoming hard. My mouth watered from the sight of the smooth skin of his cock glistening and it took on a new tone from the light green of the olive oil and the dark brown of the balsamic vinegar. I couldn't wait to taste the mixture of it on his skin. He made me wait while he got up and got another beer from the fridge. He sat back down watching me look at his cock and the hardness already there. I asked "Is this what your serving tonight?" "Because I really could use something with a little more substance." I was thinking he would give me some of his usual sarcasm about that remark, but he told me his standard reply. "That goes on my list." He said, smiling teasingly. His list is things that I say and do that will only be forgiven with either the back of his hand or a paddle on my ass when he decides. The list is larger than Tolstoy's War and Peace and sometimes my ass will be as red as the communist, but feels more like a reward because we both have our reasons for enjoying it. I bent over to his cock and began to flick his balls with my tongue lightly. He enjoyed that and knew I don't like to rush my dinner. The taste of the oil and vinegar mixture was making my mouth feel tantalized as it watered even more. He stroked his cock as I sucked on his balls for awhile and biting the flesh lightly with my teeth and bringing it forward. I could feel his balls swell more within a few seconds. My own body was feeling pulses as I was enjoying him more and more. A new song began on the stereo and it had a slow beat. I began to lick the head of his cock tasting more of the oil and vinegar mixture and I felt his fluids drip from the hole. The mixture had everything inside my mouth rising to its own orgasmic pleasure. Nice and slow I moved my tongue in circles around the edge of his cock's head. I felt him grow even more and moved my lips in motion to the music down his oily shaft until I reached the middle and stayed there stroking the underside to the tip of him with my tongue. He tried to move himself deeper inside and I knew what he wanted. But I let go of him completely and raised my head. "Need some wine to go with your dinner?" He asked as he took the glass and placed it up to my mouth. "Thank you, the combination of flavors is very nice." "I wonder if the Culinary Institute would agree?" I said and took a long deep sip and let it sit in my mouth for a second before swallowing. The song on the stereo had changed to something with a faster beat and the person drawing on the harmonica was really into it. The music was making my body want to move in a quicker motion. I resumed my earlier position with my mouth on his cock, sucking back and forth and pressing hard with my tongue. I went further down on him each time and moved my head in a back and forth, side to side motion in rhythm with the music. I almost reached his balls and felt him pressed against the back of my throat. I relaxed it there for a moment and moved my head forward again until I felt his balls pressed firmly against my lips. When I moved up against his balls, he pulled my head back and pressed it back gently till I reached his balls again. Again and again I felt his cock move to the back of my throat and I relaxed my throat in the rhythm we made together. As he pulled my head back I tensed up my mouth so I could feel him like a glove and flicked his head with my tongue. My own body was feeling all the pleasure of enjoying him. His cock in my mouth and feeling his hand pressed firmly against the back of my head made every nerve in my body from head to toe become so alert to tingles moving back and forth. He removed himself from my mouth and jerked hard on his cock. I stuck out my tongue and felt his cum begin to fill it. Kurt took his cock and came across my mouth and cheeks. I took hold of him with my mouth and sucked hard on the head and swallowed the salty taste. He became relaxed inside my mouth as I was still probing him with my tongue and sucking lightly. Kurt went to the kitchen and tore off a piece of bread. He used it to wipe my face with his cum, dipped it in the remaining oil and vinegar and placed it in my mouth. Again my mouth exploded and I felt electric pulses touch everywhere on my skin. "This is a great meal, Kurt." I said with a smile. "Will there be more?" "Yes, but we have to wait a little bit and prepare for the next course." He replied "I'm sure you will enjoy it because the next course will be a surprise." -----== 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>