It Happened In The Winery

The small winery and vineyard my parents owned was about four hours from my home—one of those little towns in the Willamette valley. I didn't visit often for a variety of reasons, but this time had a purpose. Robby, a co-worker at my office, had come with me. I met Robby when he came to work with our company. It seemed like he just kind of showed up for work at our office building one day. He managed to land some kind of informal, part time legal research gig—something about trademarks and copyrights. I just noticed this tall lanky guy I didn't recognize. The second thing was that this tall lanky guy was pretty easy on the eyes.

We got to know each other over water-cooler small talk, and found we shared interests in literature and movies, that kind of thing. Before too long, he would swing by my office on a break to share some new book he had read, or a news story he thought was interesting. We even had lunch once. He was a talkative guy, once you got to know him, and shared a lot about his past life.

It turned out that he had been a bartender for a number of years, in law school and as a barely-paid prosecutor. Why he was giving up that to pursue a teaching degree, in English no less, was beyond me. But, to each his own. He was a little more than 10 years older than me, and currently living at his brother's house and sharing a bunk bed with his nephew while waiting for financial aid to come through.

At the same time, my mom was desperately looking for people willing to babysit the tasting room at the winery for little or no pay. Eventually, I put the two together and asked him to come up for a weekend interview. If Mom wasn't comfortable with leaving him alone at the winery while they were away, then at least he got a free weekend away from his brother's house.

The ride to the winery had been pleasant—long, as usual, but pleasant enough. Like I said, Robby's a lot older than me, so I just enjoyed his company. He's also a committed bachelor, though I never asked for any details. I always kind of imagined that he'd had a torrid affair with some home-wrecker that ruined him. We avoided the subject by mutual unspoken consent, but I was always curious. He developed a habit of calling me "pumpkin" or "princess," which made me think that he thought of my more like a younger cousin than a grown woman. So I dismissed the idea of a potential romance early, but I couldn't help but think that somewhere there was a woman that was missing out.

Saturday morning breakfast was a bit awkward. After all, I had never brought a man home to meet my parents. The fact that Robby was a coworker rather than a boyfriend didn't seem to pass through Dad's thick skull. Not much did, but I tried not to hold it against him.

When Dad finally left to work in the vineyard, Mom asked me and Robby to create some semblance of order to the winery. Dad always left whatever he was working on wherever he was working on it, accompanied by any tools he was using. This left a chaos behind that even the most logical mind would have trouble deciphering.

Pointing Robby in the direction of the work bench, I asked Robby to gather up all the tools and put them in one cupboard. There was everything from screwdrivers to a pipe wrench scattered across the workspace. I started cleaning out and organizing a cupboard across the room. The winery was little more than a refurbished garage, so the room wasn't that large and we were able to chat while we worked.

After a couple of hours, I was satisfied that I had gathered all the racking tubes and hoses I could find. God only knew where the stepladder was, so I climbed on top of a triple layer of cases of wine to hang some hoses on the hook attached to the crossbar. The hook, naturally, wasn't very stable—Dad hadn't taken the time to attach a permanent one—so I had a hard time getting the flimsy hoses and the light-weight wire hook to agree with one another. When I finally had the hoses hung as I liked, I put a hand next to my feet and jumped down.

The drop was a bit more than I thought, and I let loose a small squeak when I didn't land when I expected to. Robby turned at the sound and rushed toward me. In his rush to save me, at least that's what I assumed he was trying to do, he managed to knock me backward just as I was standing up. It was so unexpected that my head whipped back and hit the wall behind me.

"Ow," I said.

"Oh God. I'm sorry. You okay?" He grabbed my arms and tried to steady me.

"I think so." I shook my head to clear the stars.

"I'm sorry. I heard you yell, and I thought you had hurt yourself."

"Thanks for making sure I did," I said with a wry

grin.

A surprised chuckle tumbled from his mouth, but I was close enough to feel it start deep in his chest. Then, "seriously, are you okay?"

"I'll have a little lump, but it's not bad."

"Where? Let me see."

Robby turned me around and gently touched the back of my head. "No blood," he said, uncertainly.

"It wasn't that hard. I'll be fine."

After letting him pat around a little more, I turned to face him again, expecting him to drop his hands and stand back to check his handiwork. But he stood where he was, just a few inches from me, his hand still in my hair. My eyes darted to his.

"Your hair smells really good," he said distractedly

"Thanks." I was going to make some quip about how I hadn't even washed it that morning.

"I always wondered what it would feel like..." his sentences trailed off, and his eyes drifted from where his hand was stroking my hair. I saw him focus on my lips for just a split second before he leaned down and kissed me.

Surprise kept me from moving for a solid second before I automatically responded by returning the kiss. It was gentle and chaste, at first. Then after several breathless moments, we parted.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have..." His words trailed off.

I looked at him for a moment, wondering what he was about. He looked vulnerable, and maybe a little conflicted. Finally, I said, "You're a really good kisser."

There was a little more desire and blatant invitation in my voice than I would have preferred. But I had wondered, when I first met him, what it would be like if we were closer. And, I'll be honest, it had been a really long time since I'd gotten any.

Before I could kick myself for sounding like a slut, Robby leaned in to kiss me again. A small groan escaped his throat, like those words were the only thing in the world he wanted to hear. The sound was barely perceptible; I felt its subtle vibration on my lips as he kissed me again. I wasn't lying when I told him he was a good kisser. Great is more like it. Robby's hand had moved from my cheek around my back until my head was nestled in the crook of his arm, kissing me more deeply and more thoroughly than I had ever been before. His other arm reached around my waist, pulling me toward him. His passion was so intense that my body responded without thought, pulling him closer.

Tentatively, I felt his tongue tease my upper lip as he pulled it between his own. I opened my mouth a little more to welcome him and met his tongue with my own. Robby pushed me flush with the wall and I felt his hand migrate slowly from where it had held me at the small of my back to my side and up my rib cage. His hand followed the line of my bra to my breast, and a little shiver went through my body as his thumb passed over my nipple. It hardened almost instantly.

We tangled tongues until his mouth began moving down my jaw line, leaving hot, moist kisses as he made his way down my neck. He paused briefly and nibbled on my earlobe, inhaling the scent of my hair. As he continued down to the hollow between my neck and shoulder, he took the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it off my head—not roughly, but he meant business—and attacked my mouth again.

As our tongues met again, I felt rather than heard another of his sub harmonic groans. The tingle of it drew a soft moan from my own throat. Dropping my shirt on the floor, his hands worked their way up from the waist of my shorts, caressing every square inch of my back until he came to my bra, which he deftly unhooked.

Then the door to the winery came open and a shaft of bright natural light shined around the boxes and onto the wall behind us.

"Kate!" My mom called loudly into the winery. Robby and I froze, not making a sound, not even flinching. We were hidden behind a tall pallet of boxes, but if Mom stuck her head in to look for me, she'd come in until she found me. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

"Yeah, Mom?" I was shocked at how normal my voice sounded. Oh the wonders of adrenaline. It turned my entire body into a sensory node. I could feel Robby's arms and torso stiff with panic. I also noticed, now that I wasn't distracted by his hands and talented tongue, something else nearly as stiff pressing against my abdomen.

"Dad just got called into work. Something big broke down at the plant and it's all hands on deck. Steve and Mary got called in too, so I'm going into town with Dad to watch their kids. Will you cover the tasting room?"

"No problem."

"Thanks. I'll call when we find out how long it will be."

"See you later."

The energetic flare of the pickup ignition was muffled by the closing door. I didn't move until I heard the rapid rumble of tires over the cattle guard and the hum of acceleration as my parents took off down the gravel road.

The breath I had been holding rushed out of me in a sigh of relief. Robby relaxed just a millisecond later.

"Oh my God," I said breathlessly. I looked up at him and saw his expression of panic fade to a broad seductive smile. "Mm hmm," he said, and bent down to envelope my mouth again.

We kissed again, rapidly building to where we had been before we were interrupted. Neither of us said anything, but we both seemed to understand that we now had the place entirely to ourselves. We moved against each other a little more slowly and deliberately in acknowledgement.

Robby pulled back just enough to let my bra fall from where it had been pinned between us. His hand found my breast again and squeezed gently, circling my nipple with the soft surface of his palm. I took the opportunity to pull his t-shirt from where it had been tucked into his shorts. I pulled it up as far as I could, then he reached for the edges and tugged it over his head.

When he wrapped his arms around me again, he pulled me from the wall and pushed my back toward pallet of wine I had been standing on. Without breaking our kiss, he reached under my thighs on each side of him and lifted me the three or four inches it took to slide my seat onto the top of the boxes. When he broke off, I let my head fall back as his mouth found hollow at the base of my throat. The little sucking kiss and nibble he placed there made me gasp softly. I wrapped my legs around his hips—partially for counterbalance as I leaned further backwards, and partially to pull his body, his hips, all the important parts, closer to mine.

Slowly, agonizingly, he left a slow trail of kisses down my chest to my left breast, where he kissed and teased the nipple until it was so hard it almost hurt. Then he gently licked the curve of my breast as he moved to the other one.

When he seemed satisfied, he continued his journey of kisses down my belly. He paused briefly at my belly button, circling with his tongue. I wouldn't have thought that would be particularly stimulating, but it was extremely erotic.

By this time, he had let me down and I was propped up on my elbows, watching him. Between his mouth and his hands, which were constantly in motion—caressing, stroking—I could barely keep my breath.

Robby paused just long enough to unbutton my jean shorts, loosen the zipper and pull them out from under my butt. They joined our shirts on the floor. Picking up where he left off, he kissed a straight line lower and lower, until his chin brushed the top of my panties. Without pausing, he deftly pulled my panties down, giving him access to more and more skin. He brought his head up for a moment, allowing my knees to come together enough to strip my panties completely off. They left a wet trail as he pulled them from between my legs—my own fluids had soaked them through. When my legs spread again, Robby resumed his progress at the inside of my right knee and began working his way up my thigh.

When his mouth reached the softest, highest part of the inside of my thigh, he didn't pause. He seemed intent on continuing to my sweet spot.

"Robby," I gasped. "You don't have to." No one had ever eaten me before, and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to.

As if in response, he delved enthusiastically, tongue-first between the lips of my labia, digging enthusiastically until it reached. He kissed, licked, and suckled every fold until his tongue barely brushed my clit.

"Oh, Robby." I breathed. Robby let out his own groan of pleasure, which passed through my nerves like a lightening rod. He took my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. My hips arched from their resting place on the edge of the boxes, begging to get just a little closer, for him to lick just a little harder. My toes curled, and my hands went to Robby's head, running my fingers through his hair. God, it felt so good. I was so worked up that it didn't take long before I was ready to cum.

"Robby! Stop. I'm going to come, if you don't stop." But the words had the opposite effect. His tongue went to work on my most sensitive spot, and I felt a single finger slide into my hole. He went slowly, but I was so wet that it wasn't long until he was all the way in and rubbing my G-spot. I gasped and arched my back—my entire body was as tense as a steel girder—but I didn't cum until I felt a second finger join the first. They must have pumped into me only once or twice before my mind exploded and I bucked uncontrollably against his mouth. Somehow he stayed attached until the crashing wave of my orgasm subsided. I was still shaking when he rose from between my legs and climbed onto the boxes, straddling me on his hands and kissed me. He dug his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own juice. It was salty and a little tart. I'd never tasted myself before, but I sucked greedily at his mouth, loving the sheer eroticism of what he was sharing.

Heartily wanting to reciprocate, I reached for his belt. The metal rattled as I undid the fastener, then unbuttoned his shorts and finally lowered zipper. His manhood bounced through the opening, only to be was restrained by his loose boxers. I pushed his shorts down off his ass and reached next for the boxers. Robby uttered a pained grunt, then stopped kissing me.

"I don't, uh" he stuttered in a gruff tone, "I don't have any protection."

"I'm on the pill," I said, my own voice a bit shaky.

"Thank God." He surged forward to kiss me deeply one more time, then leaned back and removed both his shorts and boxers faster than I had ever seen a man move.

He was back on top of me before I could sit up. I only caught a glimpse of his manhood. It wasn't overly long or thick, but I wanted it so bad my pussy gushed a little at the sight of it.

I moved my hands down his back and over his ass. He grunted when I dug my nails into his cheeks just a little. Then I brought one hand down around his hip and reached for his...

"Don't," he said, even more gruffly than before.

"Why?" I was confused, and kind of disappointed.

"If you touch me, I might cum right now. It's been a long time, and you're," he let out a half chuckle, half sigh, and left it at that.

The fact that he was having such a reaction to me sent a wave of overwhelming desire through my belly. I lifted my hips and grinded against him.

"Please," I whimpered. I damn near begged. "I want you in me."

He groaned again and moved his tongue in my mouth like he was trying to lick the ice cream out of a cone. Then he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed, just the head. Then he pulled out, and went in just a little deeper, then deeper still, until he was all the way in. I could feel him twitching inside me, and it made my gooey walls clamp down with pleasure.

He started pumping then, slowly, agonizingly slowly at first. His lips found mine, and the two ends of our bodies moved sensuously in and out of each other. When he started to speed up, he broke the kiss he pressed his cheek to mine, then dropped his forehead into the curve between my neck and shoulder. He was groaning steadily now, planting kisses on my collarbone. My attention was split between caressing and admiring at the muscles on his back and shoulders as he held himself up above me. The other half of my consciousness was focused where we were joined together, building to a near frantic rhythm. I was rocking my hips up to meet his. The whole pallet of boxes rocked and shuddered beneath us.

"I'm not going to make it," he grunted.

"Almost," I panted.

"I'm going to cum!" The next three thrusts came in rapid succession, and he shuddered as his warm liquid spilled into me. That sent me over the edge. I bucked up to him, impaling myself on his creamy shaft as I pounded him once or twice more to feed the orgasm that was making my world spin. My nails dug into his back as I fought to pull myself up to him.

He was a little shaky as he lowered himself onto me to steal a gentle kiss. The movement pushed his member inside me a little more, causing me to twitch a couple of times as my orgasm subsided. We writhed against each other, not quite ready to give up the feeling of being inside one another. When Robby was finally starting to slide out of me, he pulled out and rolled onto his hip, propping his head on an elbow and looking down at me.

He cleared his throat. "That," he said, a little hoarsely, "was amazing."

"You're telling me."

I watched him study my face, his gaze lingering on my lips. "I suppose this wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you invited me up here this weekend," he said.

I couldn't suppress a chuckle. "It's not what I expected, but I like pleasant surprises." After a minute or so, a question popped into my head. "My hair, huh?"

"Yeah. I can smell it every time you walk by. It's kind of the final straw when I think of you. When you turn your back, I have to fight the urge to sneak up and touch it." I just laughed and shook my head.

We laid there for a few minutes, grinning. Then a rumble began in distance.

"If that's a customer, I'm going to scream," I swore.

"What if it's your parents?" He sounded worried.

As the rumble got closer, Robby moved to get up. I touched his bicep to stop him. "Wait...wait..." The rumble got louder, but not lower in pitch, like it would if the car was slowing down. The tinny clatter of metal joints shimmying off each other solidified my guess. "Neighbors," I said simply. "No worries."

"Good," he said, a smile taking over his face.

I chuckled at it. "Why so good?"

"Because," he said, leaning down to kiss me, "I'm almost ready to go again."