Millesime Blanc
By
Petra Rose
comments are always welcome. ;) petrarose@hotmail.com
With love to Nadine and Connie
I take you by the hand and lead you through the house. Everything is still and quite as we make our way slowly down the hallway towards the door at the end. Unexpectedly I pull you close to me. Holding you tightly I kiss you deeply and passionately. I want you now, this instant. I know you want me. We fumble towards the door and push it open.
"Go inside." I command and you obey.
The room glows with the warm light of lit candles that are placed everywhere. A log fire burns slowly in the corner warming the room. As you glance around the room you notice the large rug placed in the centre, but that is not all. A dozen or so Champagne bottles also circle the rug. Puzzled and mystified you turn to look at me. But, before you can say anything you suddenly feel my arms around your waist, my lips kissing up your neck, higher and higher.
"I want to see you naked. Strip for me." I whisper in you ear.
I move away from you and begin to remove the cork from the first bottle of champagne. Gradually teasing the cork free I look over and see you are still standing there fully dressed.
"Strip, please. Then we can have a drink." I say.
Hesitantly you begin to do as I ask. Letting your clothes fall to the ground as I watch you intently. Eventually you stand there in your bra and panties, looking for my reaction. I walk over to you and kiss you again, letting my long fingers run over your shoulders and down your back. Just as you move towards me I break away.
"I said naked. I want to see everything. Do it now."
Your panties are soon discarded and your bra unclipped. As it falls to the floor I can see at last you beautiful breasts. You look fantastic; your body seems to glimmer in the candlelight. You look so sexy. I want you more then ever. I want to make love to you. I want to have you. Hold you. To love you.
I offer you a bottle. "Here, drink some champagne."
"Can I have a glass then?" You ask
"You don't need a glass. Just open you mouth."
As you do so I carefully begin to pour the sweet tasting champagne between your expectant lips. Soon it overflows. Some of it begins to trickle down your neck, running slowly down your breasts and flowing down you body. You laugh as I begin to lick the champagne off. Letting my tongue roll around your nipples. Sucking gently on them, making them more and more erect. You begin to groan.
You feel my hands trace their way down your back, massaging your bottom. Pulling your cheeks apart. You feel my fingers running down your thighs, and then between your legs. You are getting wet. As I pull you tightly to me you can feel my own breasts pressing into you.
"Hey, you seem to be a little overdressed for my liking." You remark.
"Then do something about it." I retort.
With that you begin to pull at my dress, wrestling with its buttons and tugging at my slip. You laugh as you manage to remove my dress by ripping the material. You are so turned on. So hot. So horny.
"Ok, Ok. I'll do it." I laugh as I begin to remove what clothes I still have on. You walk to the middle of the room, lay down on the rug and watch. Soon I am as naked as you are. As turned on as you are. As full of desire as you are. You hold out your hand for me to join you.
And so we begin. Our hands roam over each other touching and stroking. Our legs intertwine, rubbing against each other. We kiss, lick and gently bite. I run my fingers down your body. You suck my breasts. I part your legs and slowly begin to let my fingers part your lips. You are so wet. I glide down you sweet body, my tongue tasting your skin. You taste wonderful.
As I continue to eat you I grab hold of an open bottle, pressing the top carefully against your sweet clit just as you are nearing a climax. I then take my finger off the end. Champagne rushes out in a jet of bubbles, running over your clit like a graceful stream. Flowing through you. Entering you. Soaking you and me. Helping you to an earth-shattering climax. As we continue, I drench us again in sweet glorious champagne. It cascades over us, pouring over every part of our hot sticky bodies as we seek to quench the needs and desires that burn so urgently within us.