Message-ID: <18048eli$9812170429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Robert Kraft Subject: The Wine Tasting (Parts 1-5) By Robert Kraft Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981216222222.7313.rocketmail@web306.yahoomail.com> WARNING: These stories contain graphic language, sexual actions between M/F and F/F, as well as violence, illegal substance abuse, immorality, and illegal activity. If any of the above offend you, please do not read this story. All stories are copyright. These stories are two parts fact, one part fiction. Some names and places have been changed, and a few events are slightly embellished or different (usually cause I don't remember exact words spoken), but everything is pretty close to a real situation. If you recognize yourself in this story though, it probably isn't you! Please forward comments/requests to: RKraft99@yahoo.com Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 1 By Robert Kraft About one month after I started work at Axiom, the production department assitant left us. It was a clean break, so suddenly we were looking for a replacement. After about 2 weeks of a temp filling in, we hired Winona. I was immediately attracted to her. She was interested in language, and seeing that I was Spanish, she took to calling me Roberto, which after all is my given name. She had a glint of mischief in her eye all the time. Her memos were always funny, and her desk always had some new dance music emanating from it. She was young and spritely, maybe mid-twenties. A hair younger than myself, perhaps. She had an elegant air about her as well, too. We didn't know each other too well, since I worked nights on 3 out of the 5 days, and usually I was locked in the design room working. But we hit it off quickly, with lunch times shared and chat during breaks. We shared water breaks since she didn't drink coffee either. After a few weeks a position as assistant editor at the company was opening, and I urged her to apply. She was hesitant at first, but it was closer to what she wanted to do. But she also liked what she was doing as the production assistant. She said she would go for it. Two days later, I heard a knock on the design studio door. "Come in!" "It's locked." It was Winona. "Sorry." I got up, and opened the door. "I lock it because I don't like interruptions.' "Oh, I can come back la-" "No, that's not what I meant. It's mainly for those tours that Buxley gives all the time. These big suits come in and want to check out our design setup, and they spend over an hour here and shit." "That sucks. Are you really busy now?" There was a hint of excitement and nervousness in her voice. "Not really. This damn computer is crashing again. What is it?" "I got the job!" "Really?! That's awesome! I guess you are taking it then." "Yeah. Actually, I'm going to keep the other job too, for a few weeks, maybe a month, until I figure out which one I like best." "Damn, how are you gonna do that?" "I worked out a deal, that I'll work 27 hours a week in each position. So It looks like I'll be spending a lot of time here." "How are you gonna work it out? I mean, are you gonna work every day of the week? That would suck." "Well, yeah, but I think I'll probably work the production side from like 9 to 3, and then do editing at night and on weekends." I started feeling a little horny. I worked nights too, and now I wouldn't be alone. I busted out of a moment of grand daydreaming. " So…Um…What…does Buxley say about it?" I managed to get out. "He actually suggested it. He likes what I'm doing in production enough and says that I'm a pretty fast worker, so he said if you try both for a bit, you can see which you're better at and then we'll look for someone to replace which ever position you leave. He said for a few weeks of even a month they can do just fine with reduced hours at each post." "Well, that's a hell of a compliment coming from him." "You should know," she smiled. "What does that mean," I said, a bit slyly. "I've just heard that you are one of the hottest graphic designers they've seen in years." "Well I don't know about that…" I said, modestly. "Well I do," she said. For a second, I thought she gave me a wink, but she was already turning around and leaving. Did she look down my body for a second there? "See you later, Roberto." She was just about to close the door, when she popped her head back in, and said, "We should celebrate." Another moment of grand daydreaming followed. "Uh, yeah - I mean, yeah! That would be cool. What are you doing tonight?" "Celebrating, I guess," she said, and left. END OF PART 1 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 2 To say the least, I was pretty excited. As soon as she left, I called up Don at Pomeroy, one of the nicer restaurants in town. I made a reservation for 8 p.m. My shift went till 10 tonight, but I could come in on the weekend to make up the time. This was worth it. I was still going over our conversation, and that last bit was a little confusing. She was probably just being playful and didn't really mean anything by it. Although I was hoping otherwise. I worked for a bit longer; I didn't want to seem impatient. Around 4, I walked over to her desk. She was on the phone. She made a face, like the caller was long winded. It was probably one of the suits. She was sitting at her desk stright-forward, and she had a cream colored silky blouse on, somewhat opened at the top. Open enough that I could see where the curve of her breasts left her chest. I knew she had a skirt on, quite short, and was wearing no stockings. Bare legs are a great turn on for me, so I guess it was good that I could not see them under her desk. I usually try not to look at people's bodies when we are talking, I don't like putting them in an uncomfortable position. So in the design room, I had only caught a few peripheral glimpses of her body in this outfit. I waited a few minutes, discreetly staring at her blouse. Since she was on the phone, I felt alright about some direct glances at her chest, when she wasn't looking, of course. She gave me a pen and pad. I wrote "Pomeroy, 8 p.m.?" on it. "Great" she mouthed, and gave me a big warm smile. I smiled back. I was going to wait to figure out the details, but Buxley came out of the conference room and I didn't want to look idle. I headed back to my office. I tried to get some work done, but it was pretty hard. What the hell was wrong with me? All I could think about was tonight. Around 5:30, I decided to leave. I wasn't getting anything done, and with the damn computer acting up, I didn't want to get in a foul mood. I needed to find out where Winona lived to pick her up, so I ventured back to her desk. She was on the phone still, maybe even with the same person. There were copious notes and diagrams drawn on her pad. I looked a little closer. There were some good drawings in there. I was impressed. She looked up and smiled at me, and then made that face again. I stole a few more glances down her blouse. "O.K. Jim, this sounds great… Good working with you too… Bye." She finally hung up. "Damn that was long!" she said. "Who was that?" "Jim Loman, graphic director of Boswell. He wanted to have us work on some ideas for the First Merit Bank complex." "You mean the new-" "Yeah. Pretty cool, ain't it?" "Yeah. Who are they giving it to?" "They haven't said yet, but your name is on the table, along with Matt's." "Whoa, that's a big deal, why would they give that to us? We are only 2 months old here." "Well, Buxley has said you guys are working well as a team, maybe he wants to see what you can do with the big time shit." "Well, whatever happens." Actually I was pretty excited about this job, but a quick glance at Winona quickly erased any further thoughts of the job. "So, where do you live? So I can pick you up, I mean." "East side. Off of Inverness Road, near the Fountain?" "Yeah, I know that area. That's right near the restaurant. Have you ever been there?" "No, silly, I've only been in town for a few weeks." " Oh right. Maybe you had seen it though. It's on Inverness, a bit north of you." "Nope." She paused. "What… kind of restaurant is it?" "It's a nice place, semi-formal, I guess you would say. I'm wearing a suit." "I'd like to see that," she said, with a grin. "I guess you will, if you give me your address." She wrote it down. "You know," she said, in a lower voice, "I never really thanked you for supporting me in trying for this second position. I thought it was gonna be really hard to come here to a new city, no friends, no relatives, and a high paced job. But so far I've actually had a great time." "Well I'm glad to hear that," I smiled. "And now, I have a new position, and all the benefits that come with that, so thanks for supporting me." She then blurted out, "Alright, enough of that mushy shit." Winona pushed back her chair, rolling back into the space behind her desk. Her short skirt was riding quite high. I found myself staring at her legs for a second. She uncrossed them and got up, and I thought I had a brief view of black panties. And black is my favorite color for that. My rod started to grow a bit. She turned away from me and started to collect a few things in her bag. I openly stared at her ass and legs. She was about 5'7", I gauged. Her shoes probably contributed an inch or two of that, though. I openly stared for a few more seconds. Her butt was wiggling a bit as she packed her papers and things. It almost looked like she might be doing it intentionally. Then she dropped a stack of papers, and they loosely scattered at her feet. I froze for a second, and then hurried to help. She was already kneeling down, her skirt moving precariously high. I held my breath and avoided looking at her legs as I knelt down beside and helped. "Oh, thanks. Sometimes I drop stuff by mistake." "Me too," I said, because I didn't know what else to say. "Uh, what is your phone number, just in case I can't find your place?" I asked, trying to find something to divert my attention from her gams. "I wrote it on the paper already. Can't you read, Roberto?" she said jokingly. "How are you going to order from the menu then?" "Ha ha." I let out a laugh, and stood up, handing her what I had picked up. She randomly added them to her pile and then stuffed them in her bag. "I'll deal with that crap later!" she said as she started to leave. "What time will you pick me up, Roberto?" she asked, from the door. "How 'bout 8?" "Isn't the reservation for 8?" "Yeah, but the place, it's like right there. We'll be fashionably late that way." We both laughed. END OF PART 2 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 3 As soon as she was gone, I rounded up my things, and headed out. Once home, I hit the shower. It was already 6:30, and it was a good 30 minutes to her place. I put on my dark blue suit, leaving the vest behind, since it was a warm September night. I picked out my coolest tie, with small bright flowers on it. I called Don and asked him for a good table. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem. I also told him to open up an '85 Lynch-Bages, which I knew would be a hell of a wine, and to put a bottle of Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame Vintage 1988 on ice. No problem. "I hope you like wine, Winona,' I said to myself, as I fixed my tie in the mirror. At 7:15, I was heading out the door. I drove over to Joe's Flowers. "Joe, how are you?" I said as I entered. "Hey, Roberto, how you been?" he said in his Italian accent. "Good, man, good. I need some flowers." "You looking pretty sharp, you got a lady friend tonight?" "Maybe so. I mean, I hope so at least." "Well, looking at you, I say you got a good chance with her, Roberto." "We'll see. What do you have that's nice, but a bit modest?" " Modest, why not go all out? The girls, they love that." "I know Joe, but I barely know her." "O.K. Let see. How about these here?" "Well, how about something a little more wild, but still delicate?" "Ahhh…" He thought for a second. He went into the back. "Gimme a few minutes," he called. I picked out a card. Congratulations on your job. From Roberto. I ripped it up and took a new one. I'm happy for your new horizons- Scrap that one, that's stupid. "Maybe no card," I thought to myself. Joe came back with an arrangement. It was exactly what I wanted. Small, modest, but refined, beautiful, and a bit wild. "That," I said, "is perfect. Can you put it on my account?" "Hey, forgedaboudit!" "O.K., thanks man. I need to run." I pulled up in front of 245 Woodhollow Lane at 7:59. "Perfect." I said out loud. I looked at the house. It was big. At least for a single woman it was big. But this was it, number 245 was clearly marked on each side of the drive by elegant wood carvings. It was a nice house actually, I noticed more and more. I drove up the drive. Winona's car was in the drive in front of the closed two car garage. I parked next to her and got out. I knocked with the big brass Bacchus knocker on the heavy wood door. A few seconds later, Winona opened the door. "Wow!" I said. "You look stunning." She was in a long black evening dress, with a beautiful neckline that showed some great cleavage. Her blonde hair was nicely done up, and she had some beautiful pearls on. Her hazel eyes were radiant. I stared for a full two seconds before she interupted me: "You look pretty good yourself!" "Thanks. Are those for me," she asked shyly. "Yes. These are for you," I said, handing her the flowers, which the sight of her had made me forget. "They are beautiful. I've never seen a selection like this before. Do you want to come in while I put these in water?" "Sure." I walked into a beautiful entryway. "This is a beautiful house!" "It's my Great Aunt's. She died a few years ago." "I'm sorry." "It's O.K. We were pretty close, since my parents died when I was young." "God, that's terrible. I'm really sorry." "Well, I never knew my parents, unfortunately. But it's O.K. We are celebratng tonight." "Did your Aunt design this house?" "Yeah. How did you know?" she looked back at me as she arranged the flowers. "It has a very personal feeling to the design, like whoever designed it was going to live here." "Yeah, she was a great designer. I learned some skills from her." "Do you live here alone?" "Yeah. She never married, and the only surviving relatives she had were my sister and me. She left all she had to us." "Wow. That was generous. You have a sister?" "Yeah. She's on the West Coast doing some acting. She lives in one of my Aunt's other houses." "One of…?" I asked. "Yeah. She was loaded. She had family money, and she also worked on some big projects that through investments turned into millions. I'm not even sure how much she has." "Wow. I don't know what to say." "She actually wanted me and Monique, my sister, to make a living, so she gave us all her physical property, like her houses and land, and heirlooms and collections, but no money. She made sure all taxes and house payments were covered and that, but we would have to work to make our everyday money." "I wish I had it that tough." I joked. "It's not that easy. She might have left us things, but without a family it doesn't mean very much." "I know. Or I guess I don't know really. I'm sorry." "Hey, don't worry about it. I didn't invite you in to get you down about my life. Besides, it is not that bad anyways. I am pretty free to concentrate on my work this way." "That's true, I guess." "There." She turned and showed me her arrangement. As she turned I noticed the long slit up her dress, briefly showing me an expanse of bare leg. My penis twitched. The slit closed up again, leaving me with that instant peek. "That's beautiful," I said, not sure myself which I was commenting on. "O.K., let's go, we are late!" I offered my arm, which she took, and we headed out the front door. END OF PART 3 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 4 I opened the door to my car for her. As she got in, her dress parted again, and I caught a look of her creamy inner thigh. Bare inner thigh. I had to wrench my eyes away. I closed the door and got in my side. Her slit was open a bit, showing some knee and lower thigh. I looked with all the peripheral vision I could grab. I imagined my hand laying on that thigh, and then slowly creeping up under the dress- "So is Pomeroy a French restaurant?" she asked. "Yeah. It's pretty good, I think you'll like it… Uh, do you like wine?" "Actually, I love wine. That's one of the things my Aunt instilled in me. She made me try every wine at the table, and make comments, and she had me catalogue her wine cellar." "Really, that's great!" "Sort of. I mean, I learned a lot. Her collection was mostly all red wines, about 4000 wines in total, so catalo-" "4000!?! Wow, did she sell them?" "No. She said she would give them to me, but I couldn't sell them. I could only drink them or give them away as gifts to people who would appreciate them. She actually insisted." "So you have them now?" "Yup. I have about 1500 at the house here, and the rest are in a cellar in California. She was very much into buying California wines in the last few years before she died. Her preference had been reds from France, in particular Bordeaux. Fifty percent of her collection is probably French. But she also had a large selection of California wines towards the end there." "Wow. That is something." My collection of 500 or so bottles seemed pretty wussy all of the sudden. I was thinking about all those wines, who knew what treasures where buried in those cellars. "Well, here we are." I pulled in to drive. The valet opened the door for Winona. I watched delicately as her dress repeatedly revealed and concealed parts of her toned legs. I caught the valet looking too. "G-Good evening Mr. Kraft." He stammered. "Good evening Reg. Nice night, isn't it?" "Yes sir," he said smartly. We went inside. "I guess you come here often." Winona said. "Yeah, I frequent this joint occasionally." Don came up, met us, and guided us to our table. Don came through for me, it was the best table there, in front of the bay window over looking the stream, with the sunset sky visible through the willow trees. Candles decorated each table, and the atmosphere was a touch above the usual great setting at Pomeroy. Our champagne was ready. Already a waiter was opening it as we were being seated. "This is quite a place. I didn't imagine something this fancy just to celebrate a new job position." "Nonsense," I said. " This is only fitting for you. I'm celebrating too." "What's that?" "A new friend. To your new position," I toasted. She took her glass. "And to our new friendship." I thought I caught another wink, but the light was dim. I couldn't tell. We drank. "Mmmmm… Excellent." She intoned. "Veuve Clicquot, 1988," I said. "Yes, an excellent year for champagne." "Indeed," I said, and smiled. She was indeed a connoisseur. "What... are you looking at?" she asked gently. "You." "What about me." "You are very beautiful." "Thank you for the compliment, Roberto." "Shall we see the menu?" "Let's, I'm starving!" she said, and definitely winked at me. END OF PART 4 Chapter 33: The Wine Tasting - Part 5 After dinner, which was spectacular, we had a dessert, accompanied by a Sauternes. "You know," said Winona after we were finished and had sat for a while, "One of the great things about French food is that it is so tasty, yet it doesn't fill you up." She was smiling into my eyes. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." "This meal was absolutely fantastic," she said, as she sipped the last of her wine. It was about 10:45. We had dined for two and a half hours, and drank one bottle of champagne, one bottle of wine, and a glass each of Sauternes. I was not drunk, but feeling it a bit, and judging from Winona's shiny eyes, she was feeling it a little. "I'm glad you liked it. Are you ready to go?" "Sure." I stood up, and Don signaled to several waiters, who scattered off in different directions. He came over, and upon making sure everything was satisfactory, accompanied us to the door. Our car was waiting, and Don offered a small bag, probably of chocolates, to Winona. She took them graciously, giving old Don a kiss on the cheek. That probably made his day. "Did you pay?" asked Winona, as we pulled away. "No. Don's an old friend of my family's. We have an agreement, if you will." "Wow. That's pretty cool. So you can eat there free anytime you want? That must cost Don a lot. That Lynch-Bages we drank was at least a 95 dollar bottle. Sorry, maybe I'm out of place here," she laughed. "Of course not. You are right. It is about that much. But I don't eat there for free, really. I'll tell you about it some other time. How are you feeling?" "A little buzzed, but great really." I pulled into her driveway, and got out to open the door for her. I offered my hand, and helped her out. I openly stared at her thigh as it made it's appearance to me again. My dick started moving again. We walked up to her door. She found her keys, and opened the lock. "Do you want to come in?" "Uh, sure." I followed her in. "Are you in the mood for more wine?" "Um, sure, I guess." "Let me show you my Aunt's wine cellar." "Yeah, that would be great!" I had forgotten the wine cellar. "It's kind of dusty though. I wouldn't want your suit to get ruined." "That's O.K., this suit has been through a lot, a little dust won't hurt it." "It's a lot of dust, actually." "O.K., then a lot of dust won't hurt it then." We laughed. "Alright, but I need to change; this is my favorite dress." She started up the steps. "Mine too." I said, mostly to myself, but she heard it. "And why is that, Roberto?" she said, turning about halfway up. "Uh, it looks good on you." "Yeah? I sometimes think the slit is a little high. What do you think?" "N-No, not at all, actually." My collar was getting warm. "I think it is fine." "Well, you are the expert," she said mischievously. "Say what?!" "You were looking at it all night!" And she smiled, turned, and walked up the steps, swinging her hips a bit more than she would normally. From down here, the slit opened to show just a bit of leg on every other step. I loosened my tie a bit. I went into the lush living room and sat down. I was feeling the wine a bit. "Roberto!!" I heard a call from upstairs. "Yeah?" I was a bit worried. "Come up here, I need your help." Once again a stirring in my trousers. "Coming" was all I could say. I walked up the stairs, and headed to the right, where she had gone. "No, over here, silly!" she said behind me. In the back of my mind - no, the front of my mind, I was thinking I would turn and see her there in a sexy piece of lingerie, or hell, even nude. But that was a daydream of mine, and when I turned, she was still in her dress. Her hair was loose and down, to about her shoulders. Which was still just fine, believe you me. "I need help unzipping this thing. I can't reach." "Sure, no problem." She turned around, and I drew up. She bowed her head and pulled up her hair, revealing her delicate neck. How I wanted to kiss that tender piece of skin right then and there. I slowly pulled down the black zipper. It reached down to the small of her back. As I opened it, the two sides parted ever so slightly, revealing some of her back. I expected to see a bra about halfway down the zipper's voyage, but there was none. Thousands of images flashed through my head. As I reached the end of the zipper's travels, I slowwed just a bit, trying to prolong the event as much as possible. Alas, I reached the end. I peeked down and caught a glimpse of a black panty. It was too quick and dark a glance to tell, but I could have sworn it was a thong. My rod, which had been rising inversly to the zipper's fall, was rock hard. It was but an inch from her ass. Just a few thin pieces of fabric separating those two body parts. I let go of the zipper and stepped back. I wiped a light sweat from my brow. "There you are." "Thank you, Roberto. I'll be right down." She walked, without turning, into her room at the end of the hall. I watched for a second. She still had her back to me, and she pulled the dress forward, revealing her back. She pulled a sleeve off; I stood glued to the spot. She pulled another sleeve off. She started to turn. I quickly ducked back, and headed downstairs. I sat on the couch again, and reviewed the night's events so far. "Are you ready?" I looked up. Winona had come down. She was in a white strapped T-top, through which I could make out a dark bra, some sandals, and a short denim wraparound skirt. I thought that it was not necessarily what I would have chosen for a trip to a dusty cellar, but here I was in a suit, and who cared! She looked great. "I just put on whatever." "O.K. Le's go. Lead the way," I said. She smiled and led me through the dining room, kitchen and out the back door. There was a warm night breeze blowing. I looked at the backs of her legs intently as we walked. They were a creamy tan, toned, round, with thin ankles, and perfect knees. Her thighs were shaped nicely. They were a great set of legs, for sure. The breeze pickup up the flaps of her skirt from time to time, and though it was dark, it revealed a little more leg. We arrived at a stone shed. She opened the door and put on the light. There were some stairs leading down underground into the cellar. "After you," she said. We descended into the wine cellar. END OF PART 5 LOOK for PARTS 6 through 8 seperately! Copyright 1998 Robert Kraft -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----