My Berry Dipped In Wine Sex Story 19
“You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Thank you so much, Tash. “I’m glad you like it.”
“However, Marie, a geriatric guided tour when the world is your lobster is a little much. “Consider the Bahamas, Cuba, and Copacabana,” says the author. When she spoke the final five words, she purred, and I knew she was picturing hunks in trunks.
I used my ace as a weapon. “When my grandfather worked in Canada some years ago, he fell in love with the country. Now that he’s passed away, he’s given me some money so that I may go across the nation.”
On the night previous, we had been transported to our Quebec hotel by a luxury road cruiser, also known as a coach. The trip the next morning combined power conflicts and passion with the cool city bustle of today’s world. Although the vivid paintings and majestic structures were a treat, my feet were itching and needed to be scratched. I said to Judy that I was interested in taking a tour around the artists’ district. She and her husband, Mike, had become good friends with me.
In the event that she didn’t notice him previously, she offered to spare him a spot on the boat.
The package included a 2.30 p.m. river boat, as well as some free time to walk about before locating some food for lunch. Paintings and pictures crowded onto the walls of booth after booth captured my attention. I was debating between a watercolour of maple trees in 64 autumn and a charcoal study of a historic archway.
That is, until I happened to see a bright yellow awning on the side of a tiny street, which directed me to a restaurant in a more peaceful neighborhood, where the menu on display outside was pure food porn.
After that, he emerged. Beneath his immaculate white apron were black T-shirts and dark pants that were close-fitting and visible as I followed his wonderful back view through the restaurant to the doors that led to a protected patio area. He put me behind a massive fern tree, and while I drank my wine, my gaze was drawn to him as he moved through the other tables.
A tiny grin played on his shapely lips every now and then as he threw a glimpse in my direction. He brushed by me a few of times, the tiny touch tingling my nerve endings with anticipation. My love life was a desert at the time, but my mind was concocting scorching delights as I ate a salad tossed in paradise and served with warm ciabatta bread.
When Mr Fabulous arrived with the coffee, he took a moment to reflect.
“Excuse me, M’selle, but I’m sorry. Are you taking a vacation?
“Touring. “We’ll be here for another two nights.”
He put a business card next to my cup of coffee. “Perhaps you will return to my restaurant in the future.”
He was hustled away to welcome additional customers after one burning gaze from me. Fine. As a result, he was only interested in repeat business. Well, a girl can dream, can’t she? I finished my coffee and walked up to the cash register. Mr Fabulous had arrived earlier than I did. And his stare told me that I needed to come back.
I got up with Judy and Mike as they were making their way up the gangplank of the river cruise ship, the River Princess. Eventually, we came upon three deck chairs along the railing, and Mike went in quest of cool beers. I hoped Tash, who was still at home in Brighton, wasn’t crying for me as I walked away.
The countryside glided past in the sunlight while the guide, dressed in seventeenth-century garb, commented in French and English on what he was seeing. While sailing by the Bridal Veil waterfall, I was thinking about how the guide’s ruffled 65 shirt looked so much like the cascade when his treacle tones, along with the French beer, started their seduction of me.
My eyes were shutting as I hid behind my sunglasses. And nothing could keep me from daydreaming about the sultry restaurateur with the delectable cuisine at his establishment.
Worst-case scenario: I would have stayed at the cafe and missed the river tour.
What if all of the other diners departed, leaving the owner and myself alone in the establishment? What if he had arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses and then put up a ‘Closed’ sign? My nipples pressed against the silky fabric of my blouse as if beckoning his fingers to locate them at this moment of contemplation. Meanwhile, my own hand was roaming about in dreamland as well.
They were slipping apart from his tight trousers to show…
We will be docking in just a few minutes, ladies and gentlemen.” “We hope you had a wonderful time on your sail along the majestic St. Lawrence.” The public address system squeaked.
Passengers gathered their personal items.
Judy touched me on the shoulder as we sat back in the bus. “It’s been a fantastic day, but I’m really exhausted. What do you think about going out for dinner with Mike and me tonight? Is it possible to get out of the hotel?
“We’d be delighted to have you as a guest.”
“Great. Thank you very much. “Actually, I know of a fantastic restaurant,” I say.
I tried to keep my excitement under wraps as I sat inside Chez Guy that evening, but it was impossible.
Jenny said, “That silky red dress looks fantastic with your black hair.”
Mike was having trouble keeping his attention away from my cleavage, despite the fact that Guy was nowhere to be seen.
Judy poked me in the ribs as he was looking over the wine selection.
“Perhaps I’ll make good on my promise tonight?”
As we attempted to focus on item 66 on the menu, the two of us burst out laughing. I was fortunate in terms of my fellow passengers on our ‘geriatric bus excursion.’ But would my good fortune continue, or would it be Guy’s night off?
The next thing I knew, he was standing behind me with a notebook in hand. My nostrils were pricked by the scent of leather and musk. Because his thigh was hidden behind those cut pants, I had to dig my nails into my hand to keep myself from touching it. I felt my stomach twist as Guy leaned down to mumble something in French while Mike was consulting Judy about the wine. Only the word belle was comprehended by me. Oh, why hadn’t I been paying more attention in school, I wondered.
The dinner continued to proceed. I grew more and more enthralled as time went on. While the other two spoke about the whale-watching expedition the next day, I discovered that by nodding and adding a few words here and there, I could keep the daydream about myself, Guy, and the strawberries going on in my head.
He was dipping each fruit in wine before placing it between my lips, which I found really amusing. He was dressed in little more than a leather thong. Panties were on my thighs; they were a silky wisp that he could easily tug down my thighs with ease. I stood there and watched him pick another strawberry and bathe it in wine again.
He took a breath and opened his lips. The fruit brushed across my clitoris as he bowed his head. It was chilly and little rough, and it felt good. I moaned as Guy carefully bit and sucked on the fruit until it was completely gone…
“Do you think you’re too hot, pet?” Could you please open the window for me, Mike? “Marie is looking a little red right now.” Judy took a step back and looked at me. “You’ll have to cover up for tomorrow.” “I believe you’ve caught the rays of the sun.”
My fantasies would have to be put on hold until I was alone in my room. Our main meals were brought to the table. The wine was flowing. I was having a good time. Perhaps it was healthier for me to have my sex life play out in my head rather than in real life. But, oh, how I hoped and prayed that Guy would have his own point of view about this.
Mike paid the bill with a waitress, and I didn’t see Guy 67 until we were on our way out of the restaurant. When Judy praised him on the cuisine, he embraced her and kissed her hand. Finally, when he turned his attention back to me, he brought my hand close to his lips, and I felt my fingers locking around whatever he had put into my palm.
On our way back to our hotel, Mike’s eye was pulled to a sex store window on the street. Despite the fact that I would have liked to have spent more time looking at the vibrators, I strolled across the street to join Judy, who was admiring an inventive display of male underwear.
When the elevator arrived at my level, I couldn’t get inside my room quick enough.
As I read the letter Guy had pressed into my hot tiny fingers, I could almost taste the cream in my mouth.
What are you having for dinner tomorrow night? Please arrive at Chez Guy at 7 p.m. on the dot.
The group dinner was scheduled for tomorrow evening, which was our last night in Quebec. A credible reason for not attending would have to be concocted on my behalf. Because this was an invitation that couldn’t be passed up. I could feel the echo of that deep voice reverberating throughout my body.
As I unzipped my dress, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, smiling. I didn’t have a bra, so I tucked my fingers under the hems of my briefs and wriggled out of them, reaching for some scented gel.
I let it to squirt onto Guy’s kissed hand and onto my palm. Moisturizing my nipples triggered such a need that I was forced to lie down on the bed with my legs apart. My thoughts were racing as my fingers enticed and swirled me into a state of ecstasy. I clenched my hand into my slit and shivered with sheer joy as the sensation hit me.
It was great to get some alone time with Pussy. The notion of having a sexual relationship with Gorgeous Guy was exhilarating.
When I mentioned to Judy that I had opted out of the group dinner the next morning at the breakfast buffet, she laughed knowingly.
“I’m hoping this means you’ve been assigned a date.”
“Um…well…sort of…” says the narrator.
my Berry dipped in wine sex story 19
“You’re a good girl,” she said. “A looker like you was destined to draw attention in this great metropolis. Now that I know it’s safe to stroll around here alone at night, why don’t you save my phone number in your phone’s contact list? You may then contact us if you want more assistance.
But only if absolutely necessary.” She gave me a wink and spooned more mango into my serving dish. “It’s critical that you maintain your strength.”
My thoughts were racing through my head the whole day, even while I was marveling over the porpoises and minke whales. And when I washed and prepared for the evening back at the hotel, my excitement heightened as I sprayed perfume on the pulse points of my wrists and neck.
As I placed my breasts in a white push-up bra and slipped into tight white panties, every whisper of thin fabric seemed to heighten my senses even more. I wore an emerald green high-neck sleeveless shirt with white slacks to complete the look.
I slid my bare feet into a pair of strappy sandals, and the aroma of my shag-me remained about me — this was Tash’s description, not mine. I walked into the foyer just as the bus was moving away, carrying the party to a specialist restaurant in the area. I was curious as to what unique item Guy would prepare for me now that I had chosen his alternate menu.
I proceeded under an archway into the ancient city, where people were walking or lounging in cafés as I walked into the city’s European ambience. Chez Guy, on the other hand, seemed desolate, with its pavement tables and chairs gone. I was curious as to whether the cafe was always closed on Sunday nights. Guy couldn’t possibly have missed a single night’s trade on my behalf, could he?
My pulse rate increased as I attempted to fasten the elaborate latch without success. However, when I peered through a window, I saw a gentle light emanating from the murky inside. Guy walked through the hefty door that had sprung open. He grabbed my hand in his and brought me inside the room.
“I’m delighted you could make it,” he remarked. As the door shut behind me, I realized that it was indecent for a guy to do such a thing.
Who was I to complain about having such luscious lips and sooty eyelashes? A small table for two had been set up near the fireplace. An urn filled with white flowers glistened in the sunlight against the dark stone walls. He must have been quite positive that I would show up. But any red-blooded man would have guessed it wasn’t just the opulent meal that had me drooling the night before. It was the whole experience.
I was curious as to who was responsible for all of the elegant details around the restaurant. Perhaps Guy’s abilities expanded in a variety of directions? Against one wall of the fireplace, there was a suit of armor, and candles in wall sconces shed bright rays of light. I was in an antique structure with history pouring from its pores, and I was thinking about… Guy approached the table, carrying a glass filled with a light gold liquid in his hand.
“How about an aperitif?” Even my rudimentary schoolgirl French would be able to handle that. However, the glint in his eyes suggested that there was more to come than just food. As I drank the delightful drink, a shudder ran down my spine as I was apprehensive of the flavor.
The drink was “melon cordial with sparkling wine,” he said. “However, it is now my chance to pose a question to you, Marie?”
I couldn’t recall ever introducing myself to him. He must have overheard Judy and Mike referring to it in that way. “I’ll give it to you.”
He continued to drink from his glass while maintaining his focus on me. The reason you came here today – apart from dinner, of course — made me wonder what you had in mind.
Was this some type of test for any reason? No, it was clear that I wasn’t just there to hold hands with him… not with the luxury road-cruiser that was set to depart Quebec at eight o’clock the following morning. And, after all, wasn’t I a lady of the universe?
“
Guy, we both know that this is just going to be a one-night stand. “It will be what we make of it,” says the author.
He put out his free hand and softly brushed his thumb over the naked skin above my waistline, which I found rather amusing. I shivered a little.
caught with my hands hugging my glass and a jolt of electricity running through my body.
He laughed quietly and slid his glass on the floor. “Take pleasure in your drink, chérie.”
He cradled my face between his hands and brought his lips within kissing distance of mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks. I swayed a bit in my flimsy sandals, and he wrapped his hands around my waist to keep me from swaying any farther. As if that were even conceivable…
“It’s nearly time to get started,” he said in hushed tones.
However, he had promised me food, and as I was finishing my glass, he left for a while before reappearing with plates of shrimp risotto, which was so aromatic and wonderful that it went down my throat with ease. Guy was filling our glasses with wine from a wine bottle that was nestled in a silver ice bucket.
The maestro was in charge of the situation. He pulled a bowl of strawberries and a jug of cream from a little cooler box and placed them on the table. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Guy paused for a moment.
“Do you like strawberries?” “Do you enjoy strawberries?”
“They happen to be my favorite fruit.”
As a result, my ideal became a reality. I got to my feet and walked towards him as he extended his hands to me. My green top and pants vanished into thin air. On the faux-fur rug in front of the fireplace, we were huddled together in prayer. Guy offered me a fruit or two and then positioned a cushion behind me, suggesting that I should lay down on the cushion.
His hands were unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants as he was kneeling beside me. His and mine were doing it together. When he got to his feet to rip them off, my insides started to melt. There was no thong, but the only thing that mattered was the fantastic cock that protruded from his underwear. As soon as the hussy that lives within me unhooked my bra, all of my nervousness gone.
Then we were on our knees, facing one other: the guy was completely nude, and I was just wearing my white panties. Guy put his index finger into the lotion and spread a little amount across his face.
a generous amount on each of my nipples My breasts were tingling as he bowed his black head, and a million tingles ran down my stomach and into my lower abdomen as he bent his dark head even farther. In the meanwhile, his hands were massaging my bottom and tugging my jeans down till I wriggled out of them and laid back on the cushion, my head against the cushion as he licked the cream.
He started by rubbing cream between my thighs and up my shins. It seemed like his fingers, then his lips, and finally his tongue were performing some kind of magic. The feel of the velvety fur on my naked skin was delicious, even evil. I raised my eyes to the suit of armour, its visor looking drab in the dim candlelight.
Could there be someone in there keeping an eye on me? I became thrilled at the prospect, and I started to play with my nipples and grind my hips as Guy’s probing tongue probed into my genitals. He was given twice as much cream as the average person.
After the splinters and strobe lights had receded, I saw that Guy was standing by, ready to welcome me. As I straddled him, I could feel his eagerness as I slid myself onto his genital area.
I moved my hips gently at first, then quickly and deliberately, pressing him within me at the end of each stroke as I felt empowered. He moaned as I reared up to the point where his tip was nearly free, before sinking to the point where he disappeared within me once again. Then he spoke my name out loud.
My first reaction was that he was going to abandon me, but as he went for the cream, I felt his fingers poking my tight bud, rhythmically stroking, and assisting me in climbing with him. And he was doing all of this while sucking my nipples.
There was nothing else that mattered but this moment. Nothing could stop them, regardless of whether there was somebody inside the armour or not.
Once Guy caught me and held me in his arms, he kissed the top of my head and kissed me again. The flame of the candle flickered.
What a creative way to have dessert. Then his cock appeared to take on a life of its own, quivering against his thigh as if it were aware of his presence. I
I tasted the inside of my lips as I stretched out with my sluggish fingers to caress him.
Then someone said something.
“She is very stunning, as you have said to me, Guy. “Hello, Marie, and good evening.”
I sat up, my breasts being covered by my hands as a result of my worry. A tall, slim blonde, dressed in a red satin robe, was making her way towards us as we approached. Guy, who was raised up on one elbow near me, caught my attention. As he called the lady, he was smiling lazily at her and invited her closer.
“Can you tell me exactly what is going on here?”
“Silence, ma petite. Don’t be concerned. “This is Marie, my wife,” I say.
My dream had not been created with the inclusion of a third party in mind. It was strange to be faced by such a beautiful girl and to discover that we both had the same last name as each other.
Instead of getting out of there as quickly as possible, I became consumed by need and curiosity and didn’t act on my instincts.
As we approached, Marie took off her gown and bent down before us, her luscious breasts glinting in the candlelight. Guy placed a vibrator in her hands, and she started rubbing it against herself, with Guy standing nearby, watching as he touched my nipples. With his other hand, he was fondling his own body parts. As Marie looked on, her respiration became more rapid, and I saw that her nipples were hard.
Her strokes got more urgent as time went on. With one hand, I leaned across the table and scooped up some cream to splash on Guy’s fast thickening cock. The speed with which he moved his fingers up and down its length increased as he maintained his attention on Marie’s face while fondling me with his other hand became more noticeable.
I pressed my fingers deep into my own gooeyness, my fingers aching.
The moment Marie cried, “I’m coming,” she was gazing directly into my eyes.
Perfume, candle wax, and sex permeated the air at this establishment. A second vibrator was placed in my palm by a stranger. Marie smiled, leaned forward, and grabbed the item in her hands. I writhed in Guy’s arms while she played me a song till the beat made me writhe again.
As
Guy sprang on top of me as I started to arch my back in agony, begging for relief. I moaned as I felt him press into my rib cage. The sound of his car going through my neighborhood had Marie crying and squirming in her seat. My curiosity had been piqued by it all, and he was still rock hard when he drew away and entered Marie from behind.
As he moved his length in and out of her, I knelt in front of them, stroking the tip of her vibrator against her in the hopes that I’d discovered the proper area for him. I suppose I must have done so. As I stood there watching those two panting and climaxing in simultaneously, I found myself crying out with them.
It was Guy who gently pulled me on my side and I couldn’t believe it when Marie started to tonegu my nipples. I couldn’t think I could take it any longer. Her tongue, on the other hand, was warm, moist, and velvety, and I quickly found myself rubbing her as she touched me. I heard the slap of palm on bum just before I was about to feel the searing, delicious pain myself. We tipped over the brink, our gazes focused on one another as we shivered in one other’s arms as we dipped over the edge.
Guy whispered something about “my Maries” at that point, I believe.
In no time at all, Marie had wrapped her robe over my shoulders, kissed me on the cheek, and escorted me upstairs to their secret domain. I put on my clothes and went downstairs. Guy placed my hands in his and kissed me on each cheek, followed by kisses on the inside of my lips.
“Thank you,” he expressed gratitude. “It was a pleasure meeting you and my wife.”
It was as if we had all sat down for a cup of tea at the same time.
“I was a little concerned,” I said. “I honestly believed we’d been apprehended in the act.”
Guy opened the massive door with a sluggish grin on his face.
A taxi was waiting outside with the motor running.
“Not at all, ma petite,” he said. “She was looking at us while we were enjoying each other’s company via a unique mirror.” I had a quick look around.
Getting back to the suit of armour “I knew she couldn’t wait any longer when she arrived to join us,” says the author. Because you and her had the same last name, that made it even more thrilling for her. And, of course, for me. In the evening, I shut the restaurant only on very rare occasions.”
As I climbed into the taxi, he put something into my palm with his index finger.
After returning home and recouping from my jet lag, I caught up with Tash for a drink.
“How did the elderly fare?” says the interviewer.
“Surprisingly busy,” I said as we sat down at a table together.
“You wish,” she said with a grin.
In my purse, I pulled out a snapshot and put it face down next to her glass of water.
“Have you got any holiday snaps?” “Can you tell me where the rest of them are?”
She flipped the photograph over. “Marie,” she said with a gasp.
I mean, look at the size of… wow, look at you, slapping this handsome man on the back.” “Who on earth took this?” you may wonder.
“Actually, it was his wife. The Niagara Falls, on the other hand, must be shared with you, Tash. “You definitely should go there sometime,” says the author.
