Tom didn't particularly want to go to the wine tasting.

He didn't particularly like wine.

Nor, in all honesty, did he particularly like the host of the event. 
Unfortunately, said host was also his girlfriend's boss, which explained why he
had little choice in the matter.

The invitation had been issued a few weeks before--Jenny's boss, John, was
hosting a charity wine tasting at his Lake Forest estate, and the pleasure of
their company was requested.  A few words from Tom to Jenny on just how pleasant
John's company was had brought him an icy rebuke and a few nights of no loving. 
Though that last bit wasn't so odd these days; while their romance had begun with
a great deal of fiery passion, too often lately it seemed they were just going
through the motions while they drifted apart, neither knowing how to stop--nor
caring enough to stop--the slow but steady ebb of their feelings for each other. 
Of late, most of the passion in their relationship was spent on arguing with each
other, sometimes over the most trivial of matters, rather than on sex.  While
their screams had once been those of ecstasy, as Tom pierced Jenny body and soul,
these days they were generally of a different nature.

Jenny was a vice president of marketing for a large hotel chain, of which John
was president. As Jenny had complained to Tom on occasion, if you were a woman at
a large corporation, you had to be twice as good to get half as far as a man, and
she was determined to get to the top.  John, however, had been impressed with her
intelligence and perseverance and she had been on a fast track.  If Tom thought,
from time to time, that Jenny's good looks didn't hurt her any when it came to
John's interest in her professionally, he kept those thoughts to himself.  He
didn't have a death wish, and there was no denying that when it came to hotel
marketing, Jenny could ably strut her stuff.

Though he had nothing concrete on which to base his dislike of John, Tom was
generally a good judge of character--at least when it came to men-- and his
opinion of John was far from flattering. He viewed the man as a user, a guy who
saw his subordinates as tools--fine tools, expensive tools, tools to be taken
care of, to be sure, but nonetheless, just tools, free to be discarded for other
tools if the need arose.  Not surprisingly, since John had taken an interest in
her and more or less championed her way up the corporate ladder, Jenny took a
slightly different view of him--sure, he could be tough, but business was
business, and you didn't make money or get where John had gotten--where Jenny
wished to go--if you were a wimp.  As Jenny had essentially told Tom from time to
time while arguing with him, Tom was a bright guy, but he was just a construction
worker; he didn't really understand all the ins and outs of big business and
corporate politics.

When Tom and Jenny had first started dating, she hadn't complained about his
job--or the solid physique it had given him.  These days...

Tom might have been a blue collar guy, and maybe he didn't have his finger on the
pulse of the corporate world, but he did know one thing--he was stuck going to
the wine tasting.

* * * * *

"Good to see you again, John," Tom lied, as he shook the man's hand.

"And always good to see you too, Tom," replied John, returning the firm grasp. 
"Glad you could make it."

In his early fifties, of average height with hair starting to turn gray, John
hardly cut an impressive figure from purely a physical standpoint, but Tom
couldn't deny that there was some indefinable quality about the man--people
noticed him; when he spoke, they listened.  Sort of like that investment guy in
those old commercials on television, he thought wryly to himself.  John had a
forceful personality and over the years, had somehow managed to cultivate it,
enhance it and, strange as it sounded, practically exude it, until the aura of it
cloaked him and lent him a stature difficult to ignore.  As Jenny was fond of
retorting whenever Tom said anything negative about her boss, Tom was just
jealous that he didn't possess the same magnetism.

Jenny was pretty magnetic herself.  Though the dress code for the occasion was
informal, Jenny looked stunning as always.  Her brunette waves were freshly
permed, cascading over her shoulders and the silk blouse she was wearing. The
tight material clung to her form, highlighting the firm fullness of her breasts. 
A short skirt revealed tanned, muscular calves and thighs, wrapped around her
taut little ass.  When Jenny got dolled up like this, Tom had to admit that on
that front at least, he was a lucky guy.  When they weren't fighting, Jenny had
an awesome body and she knew how to use it.

Tom exchanged pleasantries for a few moments with John and the circle of hotel
executives gathered around him.  Jenny was in her element, schmoozing with her
fellow execs.  As quickly and politely as he could, Tom excused himself from the
little group, as always feeling a twinge of disappointment that Jenny barely
acknowledged his leaving--nor cared.  However, from past experience, he could
almost calculate to the minute when Ernie, the head of development, would try to
impress others in the crowd with his knowledge of wine.  "This one offers a
fresh, slightly fruity nose, with very subtle hints of strawberry and rose
petal..."  If Tom heard that pretentious snob break into his wine routine one
more time, he thought he might teach Ernie that noses could also be broken,
swollen and bloody, not just fresh and slightly fruity.  None of which would,
unfortunately, be good for Jenny's career-- though it would provide Tom with some
small measure of personal satisfaction.

Tom wandered over to pick up a glass of the event's second wine selection,
fluting strains of the classical music being played by the musicians set up on
the lower rear balcony of the mansion providing soothing background noise. 
Though there were over a dozen wines set up on the outdoor bar area, carefully
selected to lead the taster on a controlled journey through various of the
different types of wines, Tom knew he'd never make it past the third one.

"Wonder if Jenny'd have a fit if I asked for a beer?" he wondered to himself as
he walked around the grounds of John's palatial estate. Though John made more
than a decent buck at his job, he had made most of his fortune the old fashioned
way--he inherited it.  His father had founded the hotel chain, and while the
family no longer owned the chain outright, Jenny had told Tom from time to time
that John's interest was worth in excess of one hundred million dollars. His
mansion and its grounds were all one would expect from such excessive wealth. 
Immaculate lawns stretched seemingly forever, their expanse broken occasionally
by carefully trimmed bushes and trees, by gardens featuring a dizzying array of
flowers in bloom.  Their scent wafted through the air as he walked towards a
white gazebo, laying on the shores of a small pond on the estate.

Idly sipping his wine, Tom slumped down on the grass, back against the small
structure, cutting off his view and the noise of the party. "Much better," he
thought to himself.  Casting about, he unearthed a few small pebbles which be
began to toss desultorily into the tranquil waters, watching the small splashes
as they struck, the ripples spreading across the clear surface of the pond.  Time
passed in silence as he sat there, watching the waters, the trees across the way
swaying slightly in the soft breeze, the birds soaring in the bright blue sky.

"Hi there," came a voice to his side, startling Tom out of his calm reverie. 
Flustered, he glanced up...and saw her.  Later, Tom would rail in frustration
that he was never afterwards able to properly express the view that met his eyes
in those first few seconds.  Maybe it was the sun in the sky behind her, blinding
his sight with its brilliance for just a flash, distorting his vision.  Maybe it
was due to his being startled, or the wine, though he hadn't had that much to
drink.  Whatever the cause, he looked up and beheld a shimmering vision, a woman
clad in a summer dress, face momentarily obscured, appearing for a brief instant
like a sun goddess out of some ancient myth, golden rays of illumination seeming
to surround her unearthly form.  Mouth agape, Tom stared mesmerized, entranced by
the apparition before him.

"Hello?" the woman spoke again and the illusion was shattered.

"Uh, hi," Tom managed to stammer in greeting, struggling to his feet.

"Sorry to have startled you," the woman laughed.  "I didn't realize you were so
engrossed."

The spell broken, Tom could see as she approached that she was no unearthly
goddess but a real woman, very real and very woman.  Her summer dress clung to
the upper part of her body, emphasizing the lush swell of her breasts, while its
hem swirled beneath her knees, playing peek-a- boo with her bare feet.  Long
black hair flowed in luxurious tresses, billowing over her shoulders and down her
back.  Clear brown eyes sparkled at him, while beneath a pert nose reposed a pair
of full, red lips, upturned in a slight smile that seemed to hint of life's
exquisite mysteries.

"No problem," Tom managed to get out without stammering.  "Hey--I've seen you
before!"

Having reached the gazebo, the woman leaned against it, idly twirling a finger
around the lip of her wine glass.  "Yes, though we've never met," she agreed.  "I
saw you wander over here a few minutes ago and wondered if it was you."

Though it was true that they'd never met, Tom _had_ seen her, many times before. 
Several months ago, while riding the train downtown to work, this woman had begun
to sit across from him, on the upper level of the train.  She was a knockout, and
Tom had often snatched furtive glimpses of her over his book.  From the way that
she smiled at him occasionally when their eyes met, Tom had felt that his secret
attentions had not gone unnoticed, and that more direct contact would not be
unwelcome...but that was back when things with Jenny were still firing great on
all cylinders. And so all he had done was stare at her from time to time--and
then as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone.  Every day for a few weeks she
had sat across from him, then one day she wasn't there.  The next day when Tom
got on the train, and every day that next week, he hoped she would appear when
they reached the stop where she boarded, but he never saw her again.  He had
wondered for awhile what had become of her, before she had slowly sunk out of his
consciousness.  But that was no longer the case!

"I'm Tom," he offered, holding out his hand.

"Kim," she replied, shaking his hand in a firm grasp.  "It's nice to finally meet
you after seeing you on the train all that time."

"Yeah," Tom said.  "I'm a little surprised you remember seeing me.  I wondered
what happened to you."

"I was just in town for a few weeks.  I live in L.A.  I'm a consultant, and I was
just in town for a little while working on a job."

"Oh, are you back now for another job?"

"Just for a few days--some follow-up on the old one.  Then it's back to the
coast.  What's your story?"

"I'm in construction," Tom replied.  "From the laborer side of things."

"Oh.  How do you know John then?" she asked with a smile.  "I thought he didn't
know anyone who didn't live in a suit and a tie."

Tom laughed.  "Yeah, not too many I suppose. No, my girlfriend is one of his
minions.  So here I am.  How about you--where do you know John from?"

"He's my cousin."

Tom tried hard not to choke on his drink as he was swallowing.  "His cousin?"

"Yeah...but don't hold it against me," Kim laughed.  "I'm from the poor side of
the family; unfortunately, my side decided not to go along with John's father
when he started the hotels. You win some, you lose some."

"That's too bad," Tom responded.  "But don't worry--I wouldn't hold your being
related to John against you.  Besides, John's an alright guy."

"You're a terrible liar," she replied, sipping her wine.  "I can see it in your
face when I say his name, hear it in your voice when you say it.  You don't think
much of John, do you?"

"Well...uh, no, John's OK..."

"Don't lie to me!" Kim laughed.  "That's alright, I've known him all my life and
there's no question about it, John can be a bit of a prick!"

"Well, if you put it that way..." Tom laughed with her.

Leaning against the gazebo, gazing out over the water, they talked for a few more
moments before Kim said, "Let's take a walk.  I'd like to stretch my legs a
little."

Wandering over the lawn, the two chatted. Tom found it very easy to open up to
this vivacious, beautiful creature beside him, telling her of his boyhood in
Skokie, of the various projects he had worked on, of him and Jenny. Though he
didn't express the thoughts, as Tom spoke with Kim about his girlfriend, the
realization came to him that they would be over soon, that they were each too
different and too unwilling to change for the other, even if they were asked.  It
was no one's fault, really, it was just one of those things that didn't work out.
For her part, Kim offered no advice, just listened to him, asking questions now
and then, in turn talking about her job and family.  Eventually, their glasses
empty, they strolled back to the party.

Tom grabbed two glasses of the next wine on the program, handed one to Kim.  She
swirled it in the glass for a moment like a connoisseur, inhaled, sipped and
swirled it in her mouth. Swallowing, she rendered her verdict.

"It's an audacious little wine," she opined with mock solemnity.  "It kind of
jumps up and slaps you in the face!"  Her pink tongue crept out and slowly licked
a few drops of wine from her lips.

Tom laughed.  He could think of plenty of things to do with that pretty face, but
slapping was definitely not one of them!

Exchanging short pleasantries with others at the bar, Kim offered to take Tom on
a tour of the mansion.

"Sure," he replied, "though I've seen it before...at least parts of it."

"Not the way I'll show it to you!" Kim promised, her clear eyes sparkling,
grabbing his arm and linking hers with it.

Sauntering towards the mansion, talking of this and that, they passed near the
small cluster that had formed around John.  Jenny was still there, vivaciously
chatting.  As they went by, Tom waved at her; she flashed him a quick smile, then
went back to talking with the group.  Considering that she was normally pretty
jealous, Tom viewed her reaction as symptomatic of their problems.

As they walked up the short flight of steps leading to the rear balcony, Tom
said, "I'm glad you remembered me from the train, though I'm a little surprised."

"Well, I _knew_ you would remember me," Kim smiled.  "After all, sitting where
you were, you could see up my skirt!"

Tom felt an invisible hand choking his throat, reaching in and throttling him. 
He _had_ been able to see up her skirt on occasion on the train, but was
mortified to learn that she knew he had done it.  He rapidly sputtered denials
which sounded lame even to his ears.

"No, it's OK," she laughed, as he choked out yet another sentence saying she was
mistaken.  "I knew about it--hell, I let you!"

Tom quickly gulped some wine in confusion. It wasn't every day he was walking
with a beautiful woman, and she admitted that not only did she know he had looked
up her skirt, but that she had cooperated!

"I'm sorry," she smiled, clearly delighting in the crimson flush suffusing his
face, his stuttering attempts at speech.  She squeezed his arm.  "It was kind of
naughty of me but, I thought, what's the harm?  It was fun--I hadn't flashed
anyone in a while!  I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

They had now entered the mansion, walking in through the open set of doors
leading into the library.  Casting wildly about for some way to change the topic,
certain that if they stayed on this track he'd make an absolute fool of himself,
Tom stabbed a finger in the direction of a portrait of a man hanging above the
fireplace mantle.  "Who's that?" he managed to ask, though he already knew the
answer from a prior visit.

Kim allowed herself to be sidetracked.  "Ah. That would be John's father,
provider of much of what you see around you.  As good a place as any, I suppose,
to begin our little tour."

Kim led him leisurely through the first floor of the mansion, pointing out
various items of interest.  As they walked, her arm linked in his, her hip
occasionally brushed against him, sending little jolts of electricity through his
body.  Tom was acutely aware of her presence, of her warmth and vitality. 
Outside it had been overwhelmed by the aroma of the flowers; inside, Kim's
perfume, the scent of her hair, filled his senses.  Tom was a little worried that
the growing bulge in his pants would betray him, but if she noticed, Kim was
silent.

As they passed by a bathroom, Kim turned to him.  "Here, hold this," she said,
unlinking her arm and handing him her wine glass.  "I have to go tinkle," she
explained, somewhat unnecessarily.

The door closing behind her, Tom walked a short way down the panelled hall and
sat down on an ottoman.  His feelings were a jumbled mess, though his hormones
were clearly sending a unified signal.  Tom had never been good at judging women-
-particularly ones he didn't know well--and it was possible he was misreading
Kim's flirtation with him, but he didn't think it was likely.  He was pretty
certain that if he wanted to pursue a romantic liaison with her, his advances
would not be unwelcomed.  If it hadn't been for Jenny, it would have been a
no-brainer.  As it was, thinking of Jenny made him cringe slightly with guilt,
though he hadn't done anything yet.

And yet, even with Jenny in the picture, he was still intrigued.  Kim was
gorgeous, sexy and fun.  "Kind of like Jenny used to be with me," he mused
bitterly.  And as he was forced to admit to himself more and more these days, his
relationship with Jenny was going nowhere.  Their candle had burned brightly for
awhile, but only a low flame remained, destined to be snuffed in the near future.
 If he had run into Kim a month from now, it might be that he and Jenny would
have written their final verse.  If he pushed it along...

His thoughts were interrupted as Kim emerged from the bathroom.  He rose to his
feet, met her.

"Here, I'll make you a trade," she said with a smile.  She took her glass from
his hand, and with her other hand, pressed a wadded up piece of cloth into his. 
Tom looked down...and did a double take.  Kim had just handed him her panties!

Kim grinned mischievously, pleased at the shocked look on his face.  "Would you
be a doll and carry them for me?" she inquired innocently. "I decided since I was
barefoot, I might as well just go that next step, but I don't have anywhere to
put them!"

"Jesus!" Tom sputtered, half to himself.  He hurriedly stuffed them into a pocket
of his pants, frantically looking around to see if anyone had noticed the
exchange.

"Looks like you've got a bit of a bulge there," Kim observed.  It was true--and
not just from the panties he had shoved into his pocket. She slowly licked some
wine off the rim of her glass, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"I, uh..."

"Well, are you enjoying the tour?" she interrupted, clear eyes sparkling with
humor...and something else.

"Uh, yeah," Tom said, flustered.  First she had admitted she flashed him, now
this!  Though he'd had quite a bit of experience with the fairer sex, he had
never met anyone quite like Kim.

"Well then, let's continue, shall we?" Linking her arm in his again, Kim started
down the hall, half-dragging Tom with her as he struggled to sort everything out.

"Have you ever been upstairs here?" Kim asked.

"No," admitted Tom, relieved for that the conversation was normal for a moment. 
"Just the first floor."

"Then come on."

Reaching the winding staircase rising from the grand entry hall, Kim and Tom
ascended it, the hard sound of his shoes on the wood contrasting with the soft
padding of her barefeet.  As they climbed to the second floor, Kim pointed out
some of the design features of the room and the stairwell, identified some of the
paintings lining the walls.  Tom responded politely, only half paying attention,
the rest of his focus on her warmth next to him, her scent flooding his senses,
the purring sound of her voice.

Walking down the carpeted hallways, various different rooms went by in a blur. 
The more he and Kim talked, the more enamored of her he became, the more Jenny
was pushed to the back of his mind.

"And this is the game room," Kim announced, as they reached the end of a short
hallway. Opening the door, she motioned Tom inside.  He entered and let out a low
whistle.

"Now this is a room I could get used to," he approved, as she stepped into the
room behind him and closed the door.

The room was huge.  Tapestries hung from the walls, depicting various coats of
arms.  A bar was set along one wall, an impressive array of liquor and a large
refrigerator behind it.  From another wall hung a dartboard, next to it a board
for keeping score.  "The way I throw," Tom thought from himself, "they should pay
me to keep me from throwing darts.  I'd be more likely to punch through a window
than hit the board!"

In another corner was a media center, not as grand as the one Tom had seen in the
room devoted to that function downstairs, but still leaps and bounds ahead of the
set-up he had at home.  Tables were arranged at various points around the room,
clearly intended for use when playing cards or boardgames.

The centerpiece of the room was a large pool table, massive and ornate, its green
felt surface immaculate.  "Now this is one serious pool table," Tom remarked, as
he walked around it, sliding his hand along the edge.

"Yeah," said Kim.  "John's a pretty intense player--it's one of his few hobbies. 
Care to play?"

"Sure," Tom said.

"Then rack 'em up.  I'm going to get a little more to drink.  You want anything?"
Kim asked, as she moved towards the bar.

His throat suddenly dry as he watched Kim's ass move fetchingly beneath her dress
as she walked, fully aware that she wasn't wearing any panties, Tom briefly
considered his options to that question before going with, "I'll take a beer if
there's one in the fridge."

As Tom finished racking the balls, Kim returned with his beer, her own wine glass
half full.  Handing his drink to him, she offered, "You can break."

"Thanks...ah, much better," he sighed as he took a healthy swig of the amber
fluid.

They each grabbed a cue.  Setting his drink down, Tom walked around the table and
placed the cue ball down on the table.  Across the way, Kim slowly sipped her
wine, smiling enigmatically, while sliding her hand up and down slightly on her
cue.

Tom swallowed, throat suddenly parched again. Bending down, he broke.  Balls
scattered to the four winds.

The game progressed; neither was terribly good, but they weren't that bad either.
 Then again, Tom might have played better if his thoughts were focused on the
game, but Kim seemed to take every opportunity to brush up against him as they
played--not that he minded.  On more than one occasion her hip slid across the
back of his hand, reinforcing the knowledge that the flimsy covering her ass had
once had beneath her dress now reposed in Tom's pocket.  For his own part, Tom
often endeavored to be across the table from her when she shot--bending over to
take a shot, her dress fell down away from her chest, revealing the upper slope
of her full breasts.  Tom knew Kim knew what he was doing, and he also knew that
she didn't mind--she just smiled sweetly at him and shot.  On the other hand,
Tom's pants now sported a fairly good sized bulge (in addition to the one from
Kim's panties!), a situation which he knew was not lost on his pretty opponent,
whom he caught gazing at it from time to time.  He also didn't mind.  Nor was he
thinking of Jenny anymore.

They split the first two games, with Tom downing a few more beers and Kim
draining her wine glass, but not bothering to refill it.  From time to time, she
would take a sip of Tom's beer. "Sort of like exchanging a secret kiss," thought
Tom, trying to remember what movie he had first heard that line in, though he was
pretty certain that cinematically, it had applied to taking turns smoking the
same cigarette.

It was mid-way through the third game when it happened.  Tom was lining up a
difficult bank shot, when suddenly, he felt Kim pressing her length against him
from behind.  Even through their clothes, her intense warmth was palpable; for an
instant, Tom thought he might combust.

Her voice came, so close to him, breathing, hot little breaths, in his ear, the
smell of her hair filling the air.  "You're looking at the wrong pocket," she
whispered, sliding one of her hands across his chest.  The skin along the path
she traced burned with exquisite sensation.  "And using the wrong cue."  Her
other hand slid lower, sliding across the front of his pants, caressing the
outline of his rapidly hardening penis.  He gasped as he felt her hand move
across him, groaning as she scratched his testicles with her fingernails through
the material.

Dropping the cue, he turned to take her in his arms, was surprised with the
intensity of her response.  She pushed him up, tight against the pool table,
grabbing his head and pulling his lips down on hers.  Her soft lips parted as
they met, the tongue he had seen flicking out to lick wine from her glass now
darting out, pressing against his mouth, seeking entrance.  Her hands roamed
feverishly across his body, squeezing his ass cheeks, sliding along his back, as
she ground herself into him.

Head spinning, Tom crushed her to him, thrilling in the erotic duel their tongues
were engaging in, first one, then the other, advancing or retreating between
opened lips.  She tasted of wine and life, of summer and of promise, and he felt
like he could drink her forever, sustaining himself on her primal essence.

Recovered from his initial surprise, Tom was no passive participant; his own
hands rove across her, feeling Kim through the thin material of her dress, his
senses delighting as he cupped her taut ass in his hands, pulling her groin
against his, grinding his hardened length against her pubic curls, only a few
layers of seemingly inconsequential cloth separating them.  Her full breasts lay
squashed against his chest; he imagined he could feel their diamond-hard tips
scourging his flesh where they met.  At his waist, her hands fumbled, frantically
undoing his belt, sliding his zipper open so she could slide a dainty hand in and
grasp his naked, hot shaft with her slim, cool fingers.  Tom groaned in delight
as the beautiful young woman began sliding her hand up and down on his length,
her other hand still busily working at undoing his restraints.  Her silky smooth
palm was exquisite as it slid along him, slightly wet with the drop of pre-cum
she had found at the tip of his cock, rubbing it into him.

Finally successful in undoing his belt and the button on his pants, Kim broke off
their fevered kisses.  "I want to taste you," she whispered, staring up at him,
her dark eyes shining with excitement and the promise of unimaginable delights to
come.  Slowly she slid down his body, still staring straight up at him, sparkling
eyes boring into his.  "I want to feel you in my mouth, to suck you, to feel you
boil over."

Tom had to grasp the edge of the pool table against which he was leaning to
steady himself. His senses were reeling, he swore for a moment the room was
spinning like some giant merry-go-round in an erotic carnival of fleshly
delights--"Step right up, see Kim the fellacitrix kill a man with pleasure!"--the
sensations her clever little hand was wringing from his cock, the anticipation of
those soft, wet lips on him driving him to distraction.

Staring at the ceiling as he leaned back to orient himself, he hardly realized
that Kim had succeeded in pulling his pants down around his ankles until
suddenly, his cock was swallowed up by her hot, wet mouth.  There were no
preliminaries, no light flicks of her tongue against his shaft, no gentle
nibbling of the plum at the top--no, Kim just opened wide and buried his dick
inside her, clamping her lips tight against the base of his cock, gobbling him
frenziedly all the way into her mouth and down her throat.

A cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure was torn from Tom's lips as he felt his
prick disappearing into the skilled mouth of the beautiful young woman.  "Aaahhh,
aaahhhh, YES!" he cried, his hips twitching forward of their own accord, the feel
of her agile tongue sliding along him almost too much to bear.

Kim began to bob her head up and down on his jutting cock, soft cheeks hollowing
as she sucked on him, the fingers of one hand toying with his scrotum, scratching
the tender flesh with painted fingernails.  With each upstroke of her divine
mouth, his shining shaft, wet with her saliva, was exposed to the cool air, a
delicious contrast to the furnace of her oral cavity.  Trembling with the
sensations sparking through him, Tom looked down, one hand reaching forth to
caress the back of Kim's head, to entwine itself in her perfumed locks.  Her
black hair was fanned out over him, obscuring the sight of her mouth opening wide
to suck down his length--but even if he hadn't been the recipient of her loving
attentions, the slurping noises that filled the room were ample proof of her oral
activities.

Her skill was uncanny.  Her pink tongue flicked across him, caressed him, made
love to him, sliding along his hardened shaft, lovingly paying homage to the
highly sensitive head.  Again and again her clever mouth and fingers drove him
nearly to the point of no return, only to cease their ministrations for a moment,
allowing his peak to subside, before attacking his cock with renewed vigor.

"God, Kim!" Tom panted.  "That feels so good...so good!  Aaahhh!"

Tom could feel Kim's oral skills winning the day.  His control was slipping,
slipping rapidly as her lips rose and fell along him, clamping in a loving
embrace against his male length.  Feeling the balls tightening under her fingers,
hearing his jagged breathing and inarticulate little cries, Kim knew that Tom was
close, close to shooting off--and this time, she had no intention of pulling
back.  With an obscene slurping noise, she pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"I want you to cum for me baby," she cooed, staring up at him.  "I want to see
you shoot all that nice, hot, sticky cum for me."  A dainty hand grasped his
shaft, stroking him up and down swiftly, while her other hand reached behind her,
grabbed something from the floor.

"That's it, baby," she murmured, leaning forward to lick the head of his shaft
with her tongue.  "Cum for me, cum for me!"

The friction was too much; he could feel the cum boiling in his balls, spilling
over, frantically seeking release.  It was so good, so good, she was so fucking
good.  "Oh yeah, Kim!" he panted.  "That's it...that's it...make me...make
me...make me CUM!"

As Tom cried out, his hips thrust forward, driving her hand down along his heated
length, sending frenzied sensations from his nerve endings to his brain.  The
room shifted as, with a hoarse cry, he came.  The cum shot from inside him as if
his cock were a water cannon.

As she sensed his impending orgasm, Kim leaned back, jerking him off with one
slender hand, while the other brought her empty wine glass to the tip of his
dick.  The cum shot out of Tom's dick, long, ropy strings drawn from deep within
his spasming body.  Kim watched in fascination as the milky liquid splashed
against the inside of the glass, splattering as jet after jet poured forth.  Some
of his cum dripped down Tom's cock, contributing to the slickness as Kim expertly
brought him off.  Finally the copious flow ceased, a few more drops dribbling out
of the head and dripping onto the carpet, neither of them caring about any
stains.

Holding the wine glass upright, Kim leaned forward and slowly, gently, sucked
Tom's softening length into her mouth, cleaning the cum off of it. With a gentle
"plop!" she released the cleaned member and stood up.  Tom lay back against the
pool table, drained.

"Wow!" he managed to choke out.  "That was incredible."

"I'm glad I was able to deliver some small satisfaction," Kim grinned, licking
her hand clean of his salty cum.  "I've always wanted to do this."

So saying, she lifted the wine glass up to the light; before Tom's rapt gaze,
swirled his creamy cum in the glass and brought it to her lips.  Slowly she
tilted the glass, the pearly liquid sliding slowly along the inner surface of the
glass, to her lips and out, into her mouth. Holding the glass upside down, she
drained it of its contents--then, holding his cum inside her mouth, Kim looked at
Tom, swirling his essence inside her mouth, coating her tongue, before finally
swallowing it all down.

"Hmm," she remarked.  "Fruity though a bit salty, with a slightly exotic tang.  I
like it!"

Stepping out of his pants, Tom laughed.  He stepped towards her, took the glass
from her hands and put it down.  "Well, I've heard it was a very good year," he
replied.  "Though my own tastes run to somewhat of a different vintage."

"Oh?" Kim responded with mock innocence. "And what might that be?"

"I'll show you."  Tom grabbed Kim, pulling her against him, before lifting her
and twirling her around. "What are you doing?" she laughed as he whirled her
about.

By way of reply, Tom danced with her in the air, Kim's barefeet dangling free,
the final few feet to the pool table.  Reaching it, he set her on top of it, legs
hanging over the edge.

"You told me I had the wrong pocket earlier," he responded.  "I'm just trying to
find the right one."  He slid his hands down along her trim legs, grasped the hem
of her dress and began to push it up her body.

"Well, I think you're on your way!" Kim said, as he pushed the bottom of her
dress up past her hips.

"I think I've found it," Tom murmured, as he dropped to his knees before her.  On
the pool table, Kim reclined slightly, leaning back on her elbows.

Feeling his hot breath on her wet sex as he bent towards her, Kim agreed.  "I
think so too."

Kneeling in front of her, Tom's hands gently pulled Kim's thighs apart, revealing
the mysteries within.  He stared entranced at the young woman's pussy.  Her soft
lower lips were glistening with her dew, seeping from the delicate slit, its
enticing aroma beckoning him forward.  A neatly trimmed thatch of black curls
topped her soft, delectable mound.  Kim's womanhood looked so inviting, so
kissable, like a delicate rare flower, with tender petals to be worshipped and
adored.

He leaned forward, kissed the perfumed flesh, causing a slight gasp to come from
the young woman.  Tom smiled to himself; he was going to be doing a lot more to
gasp about!

Holding her tanned thighs firmly, fingers pressed into the soft flesh, his tongue
snaked out, flicking across her slit, sampling her nectar.

"As I suspected," Tom remarked, staring up at her for a moment.  "The best
vintage I've had all day."

"It better be!" laughed Kim, impatient for him to get back to work between her
legs.  After having sucked him off, she was incredibly horny and dying to cum
herself.  "Now get back to taking a good, long drink--none of this sample and
spit bullshit!"

Obeying the half-naked young woman, Tom leaned forward again, sliding his tongue
up and down her leaking slit, parting the petals of her vulva with his wet
tongue.

"Oh yes," Kim cooed, hiking her dress up further, anxious that it not interfere
with Tom's oral attentions.  "That's so nice."  She leaned back on the pool
table, legs resting on Tom's shoulders, and idly began to play with her hardening
nipples through the material of her dress.

The taste of her nectar burned on his tongue, intoxicating him.  He had to have
more of the heavenly liquid.  Tom pressed his mouth against Kim's lower lips, his
fingers moving to the juncture of her thighs, pulling the soft little flower
open, giving his tongue better access to her dripping hole.  His tongue stabbed
out again and again into her molten core, gathering the love juices and bringing
them to his greedy mouth. Kim's thighs clenched against his head, slightly
muffling her little cries and moans, as he feasted on her delicious little muff.

"That's it, baby!" she cried.  "Eat me...eat my pussy!  Oh, yes!"

Tom's mouth worked busily, his lips sucking on Kim's moist flesh as his tongue
probed her honeyed depths, slurping the ambrosia oozing from her tight, young
body.  He loved hearing her ragged breathing, the little gasps escaping her
wonderful mouth.  Slowly he moved his mouth up along her steaming snatch,
dragging his tongue in its wake, moving up, up the length of her cunt until
finally his tongue flicked across her erect clit.

"Unngghh, YES!" Kim screamed as the electricity coursed through her body.  Her
legs clenched spasmodically, trying to push her mons venus up, harder against
him, but they grabbed only air as they hung off the pool table.

Determined to give as good as he got, Tom worshipped Kim's pussy orally, moving
his tongue all around her swollen little clit, sometimes sliding slowly across
it, sometimes flicking it rapidly with just the tip of his tongue, sometimes
sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. Meanwhile, he wormed one finger around,
sloshed it in the fragrant juices dripping from her hole, before finally pushing
it forward, sinking it into her satiny softness.  He could feel the wet, velvety
walls expanding as he slid it in, clasping the welcome intruder as it forced
itself deeper and deeper inside her.

A low keening sound began to fill the air as Kim approached her climax.  Tiny
little tremors began to wrack her body--her hands had by this time freed her
breasts from their constraints and were busy pulling on and pinching her hardened
cherry-red nipples.  Her sugary walls clenched Tom's finger as he drove it in and
out of her cunt, fucking her with it faster and faster.

Tom redoubled his efforts, wanting to feel the young woman cum on his face,
pressing his mouth hard against Kim's pussy, flailing around with his wet tongue,
moving his soft lips along her, sliding against the sensitized flesh.  Kim's
moans grew louder as he ate her cunt, her juices dripping from her sopping hole
and leaking down onto the green felt of the pool table, the wet stain spreading
wider and wider.  She was spiraling upwards, ever upwards, striving to reach the
sky, to go just a little higher...just a little higher...

With an explosive shudder, Kim peaked.

"Uuunnngghhh!" she wailed, thrashing her head back and forth on the pool table,
long black tresses flailing wildly about.  Her thighs clutched Tom's head in a
deathlock, nearly cutting off his breathing, her pussy walls contracting
spasmodically around the wonderful finger fucking in and out of her heated core. 
Tom frantically sucked as much of her cunt as he could into his mouth, his tongue
stabbing at and licking her hardened little clitoris over and over again while
Kim screamed and spasmed against his face again and again.

Her orgasm ripped through her taut body, seemingly endless.  Time didn't
exist...space didn't exist...all that existed...all that mattered...was that
exquisite mouth and tongue and finger pleasuring her, taking her to the heights
of ecstasy.

Finally she slumped back against the pool table, delighting in the feel of Tom
giving her sopping pussy a few last little licks and kisses as she came down.

"Oh God," she moaned.  "That was fantastic. I feel sooo floopy..."

"I'll take that as a 'job well done'," Tom commented with a grin as he rose to
his feet, his tanned face glistening with Kim's love juices. His erect cock
jutted in front of him.  Holding her thighs open, he slowly moved between them,
eagerly anticipating the feel of those steaming walls clutching his cock, his
hardened shaft pistoning in and out of Kim's tight, young body.

Suddenly Kim realized through her reverie what Tom was about to do.  "No," she
cried frantically, throwing one hand over her pussy.

Tom was startled.  "Oh God, I'm sorry..." he started to say, flushing crimson
from embarrassment.

"No, don't be!" Kim replied.  "It's not that I don't want you to--I really do
want you to!-- it's just that I'm not on the pill!"

"I'm so sorry, I was just so horny and guess I just sort of assumed you were..."

"Sorry, lover," Kim smiled.  "I don't suppose you have any condoms in your
wallet?  Aren't all you single guys supposed to carry a half dozen or so?"

"Damn!  No, sorry," Tom said.  "I guess I skipped class the day they were telling
us single guys what to carry when you go to a wine tasting..."  He shook his head
in dismay.

"Well, that's all right.  I forgive you--but next time, don't cut class!" Kim
replied with mock severity, sitting up and reaching out to stroke Tom's face, her
fingers getting slippery from her juices covering his cheeks.

She smiled at him, jumping down from the pool table.  "Don't worry, there's
always later.  I _am_ in town for a few more days and if you think I'm going to
leave without feeling that cock inside me, you've got another thing coming!  And
anyway, this event was only supposed to be a tasting!"