Archive-name: SpecMome/sommelie.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: The Sommelier It was the first time I'd ever seen a female sommelier. Not that women cannot be knowledgeable about wine, but in a restaurant situation one is far more likely to see women as waitresses or hostesses. I hoped she'd be well trained. Nothing worse than a clumsy or inept sommelier, particularly when one is spending serious money on wine. We were having our annual gastronomic fjte for our tiny corporation. Having finally achieved a profit, it was decided that we would make this a truly memorable occasion. Each year we'd have an expensive dinner at one of the fine restaurants in the area. This year we chose the Black Rose, an upscale place with french-american cuisine and a phenomenal wine list. My mouth watered at the thought of choosing something really special for my board of directors. I chose the tuna steaks with leeks served in a black truffle sauce for the fish course and chateaubriand for the meat course. I pored over the wine list like a hawk, while the sommelier awaited my order. With over 1000 selections, it was not likely to be quickly decided. "I'm going to be a few minutes, but in the interim we'd like a bottle of Batard-Montrachet, perhaps the 1983," I began, pointing to the entry on the list. "I'll bring that up immediately, sir," she replied and departed for the cellar. I continued to look through the list, which really was impressive. Verticals for many of the first growth Bordeaux, a significant presence of burgundy, California cabernets, german rieslings. A panoply of the greatest fruits of the vine. Susan, the sommelier, returned and presented the bottle for my inspection. It appeared to be in good condition, and I touched the bottle. It was already at temperature. I nodded. She deftly removed the capsule and put her corkscrew into the cork. It was neat watching her work; she was obviously well versed. She poured a small amount into my glass and I examined the pale gold liquid. Swirling it a few times, I inhaled deeply. Nuts and honey and pineapple greeted my nostrils. I smiled and said, "Oh yes, I believe this will do fine." She looked at me quizzically, as if surprised I didn't actually taste the wine before approving it. I didn't need to; the nose told me everything I needed to know. She poured more into my glass and then went around the table, filling the rest. "Cheers, ladies and gentlemen. To profit," I announced. Applause and laughter, and the clinking of glasses were the reply. The wine was terrific. A brilliant expression of the chardonnay grape. The sommelier returned presently. "We'll have a bottle of Chateau Haut-Brion 1961, in magnum." She smiled. "I'd tell you that's a brilliant choice, but I'm sure you know that," she beamed. I smiled and she went to retrieve our wine. She returned presently and looked uneasy. "We have but a single bottle left, and I'm afraid it is not in the best of condition. I'll bring it up for you anyway, if you like, or we also have the '61 in 750 ml bottles." I thought about it for a moment and spoke. "If it were your $900 to spend on a single bottle, what would you choose, knowing what we're having?" "The Domaine de la Romanie-Conti La Tbche 1964," she replied without hesitation. "In jeroboam," she added. "Of course, that's $1275," she continued, reluctantly. "Is there a bottle in good condition?" I posed. "Yes," she answered; "I've had my eye on one for two years." "Then let's have it, shall we?" The entire dining room had fallen silent while we spoke. Now it erupted in nervous whispers and mirthful commentary. She was back with the bottle so fast I was surprised to see her. She presented the massive bottle, I nodded, and in seconds she poured me a glass. The perfume was exquisite. I closed my eyes and smiled. "Now it is I who says that you have brilliant taste," I smiled. She beamed with appreciation, her cheeks slightly flushed. The meal and wine were fantastic. Everyone's expectations were exceeded. As my board of directors got up to leave, I prepared to settle the matter of the bill. The owner of the restaurant came to see me personally. "This is the sort of gastronomic experience I envisioned when I built this place," he beamed. "Thank you. Your chef is a genius, and your sommelier is top notch." "That's my daughter," he said proudly. "Susan," he called. She came around the corner, half out of her uniform (the place was now closed.) "Susan, you are an excellent sommelier." "Thank you, sir." "Call me Tom." "Ok, Tom," she giggled. "Would you like a glass," I inquired, pointing to the bottle, "seeing that you're now off duty." She looked at her father and he nodded. "I'd love to," she gushed. There's was enough for two glasses each before we hit the dregs. I was feeling no pain at this point, and she had a slight buzz on herself. The next thing I knew was that we were kissing. Mmmm. Nice. I opened my eyes and looked into a pair of really beautiful baby blues. They sparkled and shone like the sun shimmering across a rippled pond. "You can't drive you know," she began. I nodded my head in assent. "Shall I call a cab?" "No, I'll take you home." "Oh, baby!" I said in a voice filled with innuendo, and was immediately sorry, but her face showed she was as tickled by the idea as I was. We got into her cute little Mercedes convertible and sped off into the night. I put my hand on her thigh and she didn't move it. Buzzed as I was, I started getting bold, moving it closer to her crotch. I could feel her heat. I gently stroked the inside of her thighs; she began to squirm. "You know, you're making it very difficult to drive," she said while taking hold of my hand. I smiled. "Where are we going?" "To my place." We pulled into the driveway of a beautiful home, and a garage door opened like a giant monster gobbling us up. We stopped, and she turned off the engine. She turned to me and before she could say anything I grabbed her and pulled her to me. We nibbled softly at each other's lips, then tongues began careful probing. Her tongue was soft and increasingly active, and I began to feel a familiar stirring in my loins. "Let's go inside" she breathed as she flicked her catlike tongue across my earlobe. Entering her house, it was apparent that she was quite comfortable. Her furnishings were extremely tasteful and the house itself was really quite interesting. I plopped myself down on the sofa, and she turned on some music. Vivaldi; the Four Seasons, if I recall. "I'm going to get into something a little more comfortable, if you don't mind. Make yourself at home." "Ok, I will." With that, she went upstairs. I looked around a little bit, and got myself a large glass of ice water. Hearing something behind me, I turned around. I almost dropped the glass. She was standing in the doorway in the most incredibly sensual lace underwear I'd ever seen. "My, my," I stammered, "that is really something." I moved over to her and took her in my arms. Her touch was delicate and feminine. Her hands flitted over my body, removing my tie and opening my shirt. My hands roamed over her sexy back and gently squeezed her gorgeous ass. My cock was more rigid than kevlar. Her delicate hand undid my belt and opened my trousers which promptly fell to the floor. She pulled my underwear down and genty grasped my aching member. Her touch was so light, so delicate. She caressed my steely rod, and felt my swollen balls in their sac. A slight moan escaped my lips. "Come with me" she said and led me by my cock into her bedroom. I peeled her lace teddy over her head and caressed her silky breasts with excruciating slowness. Her nipples perked right up, but I carefully avoided them as I kneaded her smooth flesh. Her breathing began to thicken, and I knew she was really enjoying herself. I pushed her back on the bed and laid down next to her. "You are very beautiful, Susan." "Thank you," she breathed. Her face shone crimson. "Lick them," she whispered. I chuckled. "All in good time." I began running my hands over her thighs and hips, feelings the silky material that covered her bottom. She was getting rather turned on; I could smell her musky scent even through her panties. I peeled them off and she was totally naked. I drank in her beauty as she lay before me. I knelt over and took a nipple in between my teeth, biting very lightly. She could feel the hardness of my teeth, but so long as she didn't move there was no pain. I flicked my tongue across it, and she wiggled her hips in response. I sucked long and hard on it for a few seconds then released the nipple. It puffed up, sullen and scarlet from its treatment. I did the same for the other, and she grabbed my cock and stroked it firmly. She pulled on it until it was near her face, then began kissing and biting it. The shaft, the glans, the base, my balls were all treated to her oral talents. A mixture of unadulterated pleasure and tiny little sparks of pain as she'd nibble playfully took over center stage in my brain. Not to be outdone, I put my head between her thighs and began running my tongue along her wet slit and nibbling on her already distended labia. Soon we were teasing and exciting each other, bringing each other to a fever pitch. Breathing was labored and deep. I forcefully jammed my tongue deep into her hole and fucked her with it. She groaned deep in her throat, which sent ripples of excitement running up my shaft. I took her clitoris between my lips and began to suck. She screamed and began to buck her hips. "Oh, yes, yes, right like that! Don't stop. Oh, OH, OH!" And over the edge she went. I kept my mouth glued to her twat, and it occurred to me that pussy went very well with burgundy. She came screaming down one mountain and abruptly up the next. She came perhaps a half dozen times, and I was busily working my tongue or fingers into her pulsating cunt to keep her up there. Finally she pushed me away and said, "Enough! I can't take that anymore. I'm going to pass out!" I smiled and she dove on top of me, kissing me deeply and tasting her sweet juices on my lips and tongue. She kissed her way down my chest, biting each nipple rather firmly before continuing to my rock hard penis. She took me into her mouth and began working my length into her throat. Before long she had worked my entire cock down her throat, and was snaking her tongue down over my balls. I was nearly breathless with excitement. She got a steady rhythm going (in perfect time with the music, I might add) and in just a couple of minutes that sweet "here it comes" feeling began rapidly building in my sex. I ran my hands through her hair and began spurting deep into her mouth. Gobs of molten semen squirted hotly into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and was somehow able to keep from making too much of a mess. "Oh, Susan, that was wooonnnderful." She licked what little had dribbled onto her hands. "Um, delicious. I love tasting you." "Are you done for the night?" she queried? "Hardly," I retorted. "I'll just need a minute or so." "Oh, goody." Then she pulled out a 7 inch vibrator out of her nightstand. I took it from her, turned it on the lowest setting and rubbed it over her breasts. Her nipples promptly bloomed. I began working on them with my tongue as I ran the buzzing phallus over her ass and inner thighs, teasing her dripping pussy all the while. I'd let it directly contact her clit for just a second or two, which would drive her absolutely wild. Then I'd move it somewhere else, preventing her from getting very far up the trail to orgasm. I slipped it gently into her juicy snatch, working it in further with each thrust. Soon it was fully buried in her aching pussy. I flicked my tongue gently over her clit, and she cried out my name, begging me to finish her off. I wet a finger with my saliva and began working it into her brown pucker. I got in to the second knuckle and could feel the humming faux cock through the intervening tissues. She was throwing her head side to side, just seconds from a tremendous orgasm when I withdrew my finger and the dildo. "Nooooo! Please don't stop!" she cried. "I want to put the vibrator in your ass," I said. She recoiled in fear. "I promise I won't hurt you; I just know you'll love it. I just need to lube you up real good." She thought about it for a minute and nodded her ahead. She gave me a tube of KY, and held my hand. "Please be gentle." "I promise." I began to lube her taut brown pucker. She started to enjoy it almost immediately. Then I began to penetrate her with a finger, pushing lube in with me. I thoroughly coated her anus with lube before attempting a second finger. I took my time and was gentle, and her butt soon accomodated me. I would occasionally bang her clitty with my tongue, just to keep her hot. I withdrew my fingers, and put the tip of the vibrator (which was now off) against her slightly enlarged opening. Once I got about an inch in, I stopped pushing so she could accustom herself to the plastic intruder. My tongue continued to tease her hot pussy. I began sliding the vibrator deeper into her ass. when it was mostly in, I congratulated her. "I feel so full" she whimpered. "Almost full," I replied, then wiped my hands on a handtowel. I positioned myself over her, and began to work my cock into her pussy. It was a tight fit, but she was so wet and ready I slipped in without too much trouble. I slowly began stroking into her, and she was moaning very loud. After a few minutes, I stopped, reached down, and turned on the vibrator. I picked up the pace and in about thirty seconds she was positively screaming. Screaming and cumming, cumming and screaming. Her mind was nearly on sensory overload. Orgasms came back to back, and the buzzing I felt in the base of my cock caused a huge eruption as I careened over the abyss into the throes of a truly massive orgasm. As soon as I was able, I turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of her. My cock remained inside her. We dozed like that for about 15 mintues before we awoke. "My God," she said; "that was fantastic." "Why thank you; I rather enjoyed it myself." With that I pulled out of her and lay down beside her. I took her in my arms and we slept together like that until 10 the next morning. --