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Bottle Shock, Part One
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Meg had just had one of the worst days of her life. Her business partner told her he wanted out. Some mid-life crisis thing. He needed to free his life, to give up material things. He wanted to spend his days meditating, wanted to sell off everything. He came to her out of the blue and asked her to buy his half of the company so that he could donate his half to some monastery. She had no idea where she would come up with the money in the short deadline he had given her, and there is no way she could run the business without him, without his money.
At lunch, her aging mother, clearing her conscience I guess, told her that Meg had been adopted. Well, not legally. Something about a young couple meeting a woman with a baby on a train. By the end of the trip, the mother got off alone and the couple was now a family. Her mom didn't know anything about the woman, and now Meg didn't feel she knew anything about her mother.
Driving home, Meg's husband called and said that his business meeting ran long and he didn't catch his flight. He'd still be home tonight, but it would be late. He apologized for having to cancel the dinner plans, but Meg just wasn't in the mood to listen. Or to forgive him.
Seated at the longest red light she'd ever known, she saw the liquor store on the corner. Perfect. That is exactly what she needed. When the light finally changed, she veered across traffic and into the parking lot.
Meg headed for the big stuff: whiskey. She found what she wanted, and as she walked toward the register she realized this wasn't what she needed. What she really needed was something to ease her mind, help her unwind; not something to get her drunk alone.
She set the bottle back on the shelf and headed to the wine section. Not being much of a wine connoisseur, she was overwhelmed by the selection. Red, white. Imported, domestic. All she needed was that one bottle to help her forget her day while still being able to function the next day.
A gentleman walked in and moved swiftly to the wine section. Confidently, he grabbed a bottle and started for the register.
"Excuse me, sir. I know you don't work here, but could you help me? I want to find a nice wine, and I don't know what to get."
He asked her a few questions about her tastes and after some back and forth, he picked up a bottle and handed it to her.
"Jordan Cabernet Sauvignon? This is really good, huh?"
He held up the bottle in his hand. "If it weren't good, would I be buying it? Jordan Cabs are always a good choice."
Meg looked at the man, really looked at him, for the first time. Tall, handsome, eyes that she could look into for days.
"Look, I've never done this before but ... erm ... We're both buying the same wine. How about you set your bottle down, I buy my bottle, then you share it with me at my place? I've had a rough day and could use the company." She was shocked at her forward approach.
"Wow. I really don't know what to say. See ... " He trailed off and stood there thinking. His wife was out with friends tonight ... but could he do this? He never had before. "Okay. BUT, how about we purchase both bottles. I'm a CPA, and it's tax season. I've had a rough few months. Sure, let's do this."
With that, they each headed to the counter with their purchases. In the parking lot, she gave him her address and some brief directions. Hopping in their cars, he followed her. Both anxious. Both nervous. Both ready for whatever happened.
As agreed, she pulled into her garage and shut the door. Giving her some time, and not making things too obvious to any nosey neighbors, he drove around the neighborhood. She hoped he would actually show up and not keep driving. Then the bell rang.
Meg opened the door, wine glasses in hand. He was stunned. She was standing there in a silky black robe and heels. He was pleased with what he saw...especially the slight view she shared of her cleavage...and he couldn't wait to see what was beneath.
She handed him a glass of wine as she shut the door. "Follow me. We'll head back there." She pointed to the great room, specifically to the bar in the corner.
He still hadn't spoken, and she wasn't sure if that was good or bad. What if he said he had changed his mind? But why would he come if he changed his mind? What if he spoke and she realized she had changed her mind? But would she have changed clothes if her mind had been changed? The walk from the front of the house to the back had never seemed so long.
Meg slipped behind the bar as he sat down, removing his jacket and laying it on the bar. They looked at each other, both with a thousand thoughts, and only one thought, racing through their mind, as they drank that first glass of wine.
"Great selection. Thank you." She reached for the bottle to pour glass number two.
"Let me." He filled her glass before refilling his own.
She stood directly in front of him, resting slightly on the bar. She knew he was looking at her breasts and that thrilled her. All she ever wore anymore were business suits which didn't show any of her female form. And she didn't see the need to wear her lingerie these days because her husband never took notice. But this man was clearly noticing her wardrobe. And her breasts.
She couldn't stop herself. She didn't even realize what she was doing until it was done. She bent over the top of the bar; he instinctively leaned in, and they kissed. Tentatively, but pleasantly. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, those gorgeous eyes.
She picked up her glass of wine and stood back, leaning against the back wall. "Yes? Or no?"
He thought about it very briefly. "Yes."
She set her glass on the bar and walked around beside him. He turned towards her and she leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek. "Yes."
He stood and their bodies were pressed together for the first time. She felt his strong arms holding her to him. She felt his lips on hers, felt his lips parting, felt his tongue. She felt his hardness against her body, felt the warmth between her legs.
He lifted her, turning to place her on the bar. He nestled between her parted legs, pressed his body against hers. His kisses trailed from her mouth to her neck to her cleavage. She arched her back, propping herself up on her arms outstretched behind her. His tongue traced her ample breasts getting lost between them. He grabbed the deep pink sash of her robe and untied it. It opened to reveal her black corset trimmed in the same deep pink satin, her full breasts barely contained within.
She pulled his mouth back up to hers, the kisses deeper and more passionate now. His hands were grabbing at her breasts. They both knew there was no going back, and knew that neither of them would want to go back. She pulled away and looked at him. "The couch...." Her words were swallowed up by kisses.
He helped her down from the bar. Only now as she walked could he see her black panties with that same hint of deep pink. He thought of the pink nipples concealed by the corset, her pink pussy beneath those panties. In just moments he would see them. But right now, he just needed those kisses, to satisfy that need, to experience that passion.
She slipped her robe off as they made their way to the couch, and he removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. She lay back on the couch and he kneeled over her. She helped him out of his shirt, uncovering his smooth chest. Playfully, she bit his left nipple, a small giggle escaping from her lips.
Meg could tell from his reaction that he enjoyed that little nibble, so she didn't stop there. With the tip of her tongue she traced his nipple and teased all around it; she sucked on his nipple; she played with his nipple. And he was clearly aroused because she could feel his cock hardening against her. And that aroused her even more.
Meg reclined as he lay down over her, their hungry kisses revealing the need for passion that had been buried within them. Their tongues explored, their lips sucked. He began kissing her chin, then her neck. He hit that spot on the right side that always made her arch her back up into the man. She was pleased to see that after being neglected for so long that the spot still reacted in the same way.
When she pressed her body up against him, he wanted her even more. He worked his way down to the cleavage that had taunted him all evening. His tongue trailed from her neck and traced deep into her cleavage. He sucked her tits through the black corset encasing them. He grabbed at the hot pink embroidery at the top of the cup and pulled down on it, revealing her right breast in all its fullness. He busied himself returning the favor that she had done him, teasing the nipple, sucking, pinching, nibbling, all the while grabbing at the other tit, neglecting neither.
Meg's body writhed beneath him, her pussy grinding upward against him. He could feel her hand against his cock as she rubbed her clit. She was moaning and gasping, her body moving frantically. He kept playing with her tits, looking up to watch her face as that first orgasm washed over her body. He needed her even more.
She began unbuckling his slacks and reaching inside. He worked the pants down as far as he could. She could see the head of his penis peeking out of his briefs and she went right for it, grabbing it, tugging at it. "Stand up." After he stood, she stripped him entirely of his clothes. She sat on the edge of the couch, taking his cock all the way in her mouth. She slid over his cock, her tongue teasing the tip. He thrust gently into her mouth at first, but soon began increasing his speed, holding onto the back of her head. When she could feel he was about to cum, she slowed down, tantalizing him. She wanted him to cum, but it had been so long since she had been in a sexual encounter that she wanted this to last as long as possible.
He, on the other hand, couldn't wait. "Gonna cum...."
She increased her speed and grabbed onto his ass, holding him deep in her throat as he exploded. His cum warmed her throat like a warm brandy, and tasted just as nice. She held onto his ass, kept his cock in her mouth for each spasm, awaiting that final thrust. She felt his body relax as she swallowed that final drop.
Meg stood and led him back to the front of the house, up the stairs, and toward the master bedroom. He took the time to admire her body, still clad in the black corset and panties with the same hot pink of the robe's sash accenting the pieces. They raced up the stairs, both anxious for round two.
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Paige
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 Four Strangers in the Night |  Bottle Shock, Part Two | | Alone, Yet Together | | Girls' Night | | The Unexpected Guest |  Turn Off the Lights... | | Vegas, Baby! | | Dinner and a Show, Part Four | | Dinner and a Show, Part Three | | Dinner and a Show, Part Two | | Dinner and a Show, Part One | | Dinner Reservations | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Five | | Bath Time | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Three | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Two | | Juicy Jeweler | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Four | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Three | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Two | | Mrs and the Mistress | | Brazilian Waxes | | 'Great Story' | | Shared Studio Space | | Rendezvous | | The Movies | | The Lap Dance | | Early Morning Chat | | A Day of Boating | | The Library | | The Amazing Accountant | | The Coat Room | | The Mind Eraser | | Personal Memoir: The Fitting Room | | Living Room Picnic | | Saturday Morning Alone | | Friday Afternoon | | The Interview | | Writers' Conference |
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