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Subject: {ASSM} The Lady in Blue Chapter 2 (MF, Slow, Romantic, Exhibitionism, Petting)
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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery serial. Starts slowly, but the passion
builds as the plot unfolds with romance. A Texas vintner meets a lady
in blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga by Wine Maker
(C) 2005 by Wine Maker

Chapter Two: The night ends with a bang

Ted's point of view

Friday dawned warm and bright. After showering and dressing for a busy
day, I walked out of the house into the vineyard. The trellises covered
in grape vines ran in neat rows for acres. The netting we used to keep
the birds at bay, fluttered slowly in the breeze. I stopped at the
first row and drew in a deep breath. The smell was sweet and earthy.
The vines here in Spring, just north of Houston, were much younger than
the main vineyard near Bend, north of Austin in the Texas Hill country.
I had planted and nurtured these vines myself.

My father had turned the private vineyard his father and grandfather
cultivated near Bend into a commercial enterprise but had never seen
the success he dreamed of. The laws that hedged the winemaking industry
in Texas had made it very hard to make a profit and had not really
changed since the repeal of Prohibition. These laws restricted
everything from the hours we could have wine tastings to forcing
vintners to sell mostly through distributors rather than directly to
stores or via mail order. If a store sold a bottle of wine for fifteen
dollars, they had bought it from the distributor for nine. That
distributor paid the winemaker only five and a half dollars; it cost
about four bucks to make, bottle and prepare the wine. The way to make
a small fortune in winemaking in Texas was to start with a large
fortune. The laws were changing, though. I wish my father and mother
had lived to see it. Now we could sell via mail to anywhere in the
country. The hours were better for tastings and we could advertise more
openly and effectively.

The entire time we three kids grew up, my father worked hard to change
the laws in Texas and draw people in to the winery. Every weekend there
were concerts, events and free tastings. Stan now handled that. He just
has a way with people that I could never manage. There were two classes
of people for Stan: friends and friends he had not yet met.

Sue was the same as Stan -- with a bubbly, outgoing personality. She is
the baby of the family; five years younger than me and three younger
than Stan. I could see Mom in her, vibrant and beautiful. She, her
husband Leo, and their herd of kids lived in the Hill Country running
Stansbury's main vineyard. It was larger, by far, and as much as I
loved it, I loved this field more.

I tilted my head and looked at the dark grapes on the vine closest to
me. They were almost ready -- full and lush. The small, dark Spanish
grapes hung in clusters of sweet promise. We would start the picking in
a week or so, I decided. Then these grapes would be crushed along with
grapes from Bend and some imported from California to be mixed and
fermented into Stansbury wines. The rich juice would ferment for
eighteen months in barrels, then we would bottle it and let it age for
another year before it was ready to sell.

I walked back past the house and went to the large adobe building next
to it. The eighteen inch thick walls made the dim interior into an
above ground cave -- cool even in the heat of summer. The interior
walls were lined with barrels and casks of wine fermenting in the cool
72 degrees. The lifeblood of this vineyard sat here enshrined deep in
the smell of rich oak.

The wood felt rough beneath my hand and the heady smell of the wood
pulled me, as it always did. I drew some wine from one of the casks
into a tasting glass and put my nose to the opening to breathe in its
aroma. The fruity smell of the wine filled my senses. I moved the glass
and watched the thick liquid roll. A sip into my mouth and the complex
flavor of the wine reminded me of the lady in blue drinking wine in the
club.

The last two days had been a mixture of growing eagerness and
apprehension for me. Stan had been all for me going back, as I knew he
would be. He had been a pest these last two days. Every conversation
had one destination, one ultimate purpose - the mysterious lady in the
blue dress and her lush, creamy thigh.

I had to admit that she preyed on my thoughts. I found myself standing
and thinking about her at the oddest times. I decided that it must have
been too long since I had dated if a stranger could focus my thoughts
this way. What did I know about her? Nothing, except she had an
exceptional way of drinking wine...

I knew I was going back even before I started my car outside the club
that night. Not that I would give Stan the satisfaction of telling him
my head had been turned so quickly. I'd never hear the end of it.

Pouring the wine that remained into the spitting bucket, I decided that
I needed to stop thinking about this evening. I had to run back into
Houston to meet with a state lawmaker and discuss the next big push --
the repeal of the law that banned winemakers from owning a store that
sold wine or selling direct to people that did. Others had been
instrumental in prior changes that were opening new vistas to me and my
fellow vintners, but I was going to bust it wide open. Texas could be
as big a producer as California if the State would just open its eyes
to the opportunity. The California industry was older and ten times
more lucrative, but that could be narrowed. It brought 1.2 billion
dollars into California's coffers and only 130 million here. We could
do better.

Walking back into the house, I stepped into a kitchen that, though
modern, felt as homey as one fifty years old. The makings for a
breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee were soon spread out.

The scent of cooking bacon drew Stan out from his bedroom and still in
his pajamas. He looked half asleep, his hair a crime against humanity.

"Morning, Ted," he yawned as he sat at the table. "Well, it's the big
day. Are you going to commit?"

With a shake of my head, I laughed and forked the bacon from the pan,
cracked a couple of eggs and dumped them into the skillet.

"You're implacable, Stan. You'd think this was someone you are
interested in. Speaking of someone -- what about Dina? Are you going
back to see her tonight? I will if you will."

With a boyish grin, he nodded. "You have a deal, big brother. Are you
still seeing de la Cruz today?"

I set a cup of coffee and his plate in front of him then started
prepping my own. The smells made my stomach growl. Breakfast was the
best meal of the day.

When I finally sat down and sipped the smooth Columbian coffee, I
nodded.

"Yep. Not that I expect to get a commitment out of him. The
distributor's lobby has oodles of cash to throw at him to try and keep
the stranglehold going. Still, I think we can chip away at him though.
The numbers are really convincing and they will have to come around,
sooner or later."

We chatted over the details of the weekend plans. He had a bluegrass
band on for the weekend tasting. I thought it sounded like another
blast. No doubt he would draw in hundreds of people on Sunday. Not a
million visitors a year, but it will do for now.

As he ambled off to get showered, I cleaned up the kitchen and then got
on the road.

The drive into Houston was slow and crowded along the I45 corridor but
I had talk radio programs to keep me updated on the world's events.
The parking around Representative Ramon de la Cruz's office was crowded
as usual. It took three trips around the block to find a place to park.

On the way into the building, I ran into Ken Price, one of the
lobbyists for the distribution industry. Or perhaps it would be fairer
to say he ran into me. He was that kind of fellow. I managed to not
grimace as he smirked at me.

"Ted Stansbury, what a surprise seeing you here. I was just telling
Ramon that I hadn't seen you in weeks." Name-dropping bastard.

"Get used to me, Price. I'll be a fly in your ointment for a long time
to come. The wind of change is in the air. It's time to let the wine
industry in Texas grow. Maybe you can get a job working for big
tobacco."

His smirk slipped. "You need to learn your place, Stansbury," he
snarled. "Be happy with the bone we gave you. We *let* you get that law
to sell by mail but you won't cut us out. We are the industry, not you
dirt grubbing grape farmers. You should back off before you piss us
off. Obstacles to the lobby have a way of - being removed."

Before I could respond, he pushed his way past me and out of the
building lobby. God, but that man is a prick. I had dealt with plenty
of decent people as distributors but some few could be real asses. I
straightened my coat and took the elevator up to the third floor.

I sat in the well-appointed waiting room, chatting with the secretary
about the weather for about ten minutes before she was buzzed and I was
sent in.

Ramon de la Cruz was a short man but full of energy. He came around the
desk and shook my hand with barely contained energy. "Ted, I'm always
happy to see you. Have a seat. How's your family? Can I get you
anything?"

I sat down and shook my head. "No, thanks. I'm good. I came by to talk
about the future of the wine industry here in Texas. The laws that were
passed this last session were a good start, but we can do better."

We spoke for several minutes about the situation as it existed and, as
I expected, he was noncommittal. He sympathized but he needed to see
more information. The spiel about how the system had worked well for
Texas for almost a hundred years was the same one I had heard before in
the offices of other representatives. The distributors' lobby greased
them well. I did get a promise from him to look at the numbers though
and an invitation to get back in touch with him. That was the best I
expected to get from this visit.

After I was done, I went to Spec's Warehouse as my first retail stop of
the day and looked over the wine selection. This place was a monster
and you could get just about any kind of wine or sprit here. I talked
with the manager about our product placement. I did that a lot --
trying to get more shelf space for our product. Self-promoting and
advertising was a lot of my work these days. When I took over for my
dad, I had thought crafting wines was the biggest part of my job -- how
naive.

I had lunch at the Back Street Café. As usual, the crab cake and eggs
with citrus beurre blanc was wonderful. The café was bustling with
people, loud with the shouts of cooks in the kitchen and the clatter of
plates. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue.
Eating here with her -- sipping wine -- laughing together. I shook my
head. That was way premature. I didn't even know her name. I finished
lunch and in an hour later, I was back on the road home.

The afternoon passed in a blur of people and tasks. There is always
more to do at the vineyard than there are hands. Somehow, I still
managed to find myself thinking about her. I was reviewing an analysis
on the latest batch of fermentation when Stan tapped me on the
shoulder, startling me so that I jumped in my seat.

"You need to go get showered and dressed. It's almost five and we want
to get to the club by seven."

I glanced at the clock on the wall and was astonished to see that the
day was gone. The moment of truth was at hand. With a grin I went to
shower. Standing in the room in my shorts, I stared at the closet. What
to wear? Casual? More formal? I finally decided to stick with dress up.
Make a good impression.

I picked a dark set of slacks and a crisp white shirt with no tie.
Polished black shoes and dark socks filled out my wardrobe. I brushed
my hair then put a little aftershave on. Looking closely, I decided
that I looked good enough. I felt butterflies in my stomach and laughed
at myself. This was like being back in high school.

When I came out, Stan was ready. "Damn! You look hot, Bro. Lets go see
some ladies." Laughing and joking, we drove into the city. Traffic was
heavy, heavier than that morning, and I found myself leaning forward -
urging the cars ahead to move faster. It was a bit after seven when we
pulled up to the club. We went inside through the restaurant and up to
the club proper. The place was busy when we came in and I found myself
looking around for her. She wasn't there.

I felt the crush of disappointment. Stan slapped my shoulder. "It's
early, Spud. Let's sit down and give her a chance to show up."

As we sat down, Dina came up with a broad smile. "Stan, Ted. Good to
see you again." She focused in on Stan and he smiled back at her.

"What time do you get off tonight, Dina? Can I interest you in a late
dinner?"

Dina lit up. "I'd love to have dinner with you. I'll tell Dad I'm out
of here at nine and he can just handle this place on his own." She
swished off and Stan's eyes were glued to her ass. I poked him.

"What color are her eyes?"

Stan blinked at me. "What? She has eyes?"

I poked him again and we laughed. The next half an hour dragged by
slowly and I found my gaze drawn back to the entrance every few
minutes. When she stepped in with her friend from earlier in the week,
my heart almost stopped. She was in another blue dress but this was not
the same one. It was short, low cut and backless. Her eyes found me in
the crowd. She smiled and waved. I waved back and closed my mouth
before any flies got inside it.

The lady in blue guided her friend to the seats across from us. With a
lithe grace, she sat down across from me. Up close she was even more
striking than before. Her eyes were bright blue and alive with
excitement. Her figure was stunning, trim and curvy in all the right
places. That pale skin must burn to a crisp if she was in the sun for
more than an hour. Her dress rode high up her thighs again. As she sat,
the curve of her ankles in those sexy high heels drew my eyes. My gaze
followed her legs upward to her face, at which she smiled and arched
her eyebrow.

"I'm glad you came back," she said. Her voice was warm and had a deeper
character than I would have guessed from her frame. It sounded sexy,
just like she looked.

"My name is Ted and this is my brother Stan. I'm sorry I was a poor
sport the other night."

She gestured to her friend. "This is Calvin and I'm Lisa. I wanted to
come alone but Calvin insisted he check you out before leaving me with
a strange man." She smiled at him and he laughed.

"A man has to look out for his friends," he said.

I nodded and thought it a smart thing to do.

Lisa continued. "I asked around and know more about you now. You own a
vineyard? I never knew there were any around here." She leaned forward
as she spoke and the opening of her dress slid lower. My eyes were
drawn to her cleavage. This time I didn't have to pray for gravity. Her
succulent globes were not constrained by a bra and deep cleavage filled
my gaze. Her chest flushed red as I enjoyed the view. After a few
seconds, I looked back up. She was blushing and smiling.

Calvin rolled his eyes, and then stood. "I'll go downstairs and round
up a dinner table. That okay with you?"

It seemed safer to nod since I was not certain I could speak without
drooling. He chuckled as he made his way out of the club and she sat
back.

Before we could speak further, Dina ran over to us. "Stan, Dad cut me
loose! He said it was about time you asked me out! It's only eight so
let's go dancing and listen to music!" She drew him to his feet and
pulled him toward the door. With a wave and a grin, he abandoned me to
my fate.

"To be fair, I should tell you about me," Lisa said after we were
alone, "I work in the District Attorney's Office in Galveston. I've
been a prosecutor there for a couple of years. I don't usually get out
to do things. Calvin has been telling me to get out more and Tuesday
was the first time I let him drag me out of the office before dark."

As Lisa spoke, I watched her cross and uncross her legs. She had a lot
of nervous energy and every time she moved, that dress rode higher. I
forced my eyes back to her face. She was blushing again but I could see
her nipples had hardened to the point of being obvious through the thin
fabric of her dress. With a deliberate look and a smile, she parted her
legs a little.

"I'm glad you decided to come back for a second look, Ted." She glanced
downward.

When I looked down as well, I saw she was flashing me! The dress had
ridden up high enough that I could clearly catch a glimpse of her red
panties before she crossed her legs again. They had a fringe of black
lace. I forced my eyes back to her face. She was flushed and breathing
a bit heavier.

I cleared my throat. "You are well worth a second look," I said with as
much calm as I could manage. I moved in my seat to try and relieve the
uncomfortable tightness in my pants. Her eyes looked lower and widened.
Then she smiled wickedly.

"I've never done anything like this before. I never realized what a
turn-on it can be. If I'm embarrassing you, I'll stop," she offered.

I shook my head. "I think you have a lot to be proud of. You're
beautiful and I'm enjoying the view. I've just never played the looking
game so openly. As DA, aren't you worried about someone seeing you?"

Lisa shook her head. "Oh, I am just an Assistant DA. Anyway, I'm not
too worried about being seen here in Houston. It's a risk, but I'll
just take my chances and see what happens. When you were looking the
other day, I felt something inside that I didn't expect. I never
thought of myself as an exhibitionist before. You don't mind, do you?"

Lisa once again parted her legs and her eyes urged me to look. The
swell of her mons was intoxicating and it became even harder to shift
around in my seat. "No, I don't mind," I managed to get out. When I
looked back up, she closed her legs and smiled. Her eyes were smokey
and dilated. "It excites me, too," I added.

Calvin came back in and Lisa rose gracefully to her feet at his wave.
"Let's have dinner and get to know each other better. Then we can see
what happens."

I had some difficulty getting to my feet and that got a grin from her.
Calvin wisely kept silent. We made our way down into the restaurant and
to a round table near the back. The waiter sat us and took our order.

"Any recommendation on wines," she asked with a grin.

"Stansbury Vineyards, of course," I answered. Then I steered them
toward a meat dish that went well with the blanc du bois. When the wine
came out, I could tell that they both loved it. That's what I liked to
see.

"This is really good!" Lisa exclaimed.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. It's our most popular wine for a
reason. I'm very proud of it."

We settled to sipping wine and I almost jumped out of my chair when I
felt what could only be her bare foot rubbing my thigh! I stared at her
and she sipped her wine with a cool smile as Calvin talked about the
joys of Cajun cooking, completely unaware of what was going on under
the table. Her foot slid up and began gently massaging my crotch.

I tried to keep up the conversational thread but I'm pretty sure that I
did a lousy job. She talked about learning to cook with her mom as a
girl and described some of the dishes they made together while
torturing me slowly.

The waiter brought our food and Calvin dug in with relish. She ate hers
with dainty bites punctuated by sips of the wine.

"This wine goes really well with the meat. It compliments the flavor to
a tee." Her foot slid away and I almost groaned. "I wonder if it goes
with other kinds of meat." She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow
saucily.

"Well," I managed to get out with a breath. "It's all a matter of
experimentation. Sometimes you just have to take a plunge. Try it with
the meat and see what happens." I said, grinning at my own daring.

Lisa laughed. "I'll remember that. I think that I will be trying this
with other dishes soon."

Calvin looked up briefly. Silently, he rolled his eyes and shook his
head.

The remainder of the meal went slowly. I found myself falling into a
comfortable conversation with her and my mind kept playing back to her
touch on my body. She just smiled and kept her feet to herself.
Torturess. After the meal was finished and we had sat talking for a
bit, she looked over at Calvin. "Calvin, I think I'm going to have Ted
take me dancing. Can you take my car home with you and I'll get you to
pick me up in the morning?"

Calvin grinned at her. "Sure. You two go out and have a good time. I'll
pick you up at what? Seven-thirty?"

Lisa nodded. "Let me visit the ladies room and we can go."

We rose with her and I waved to the waiter. "Put it on my tab and give
yourself twenty percent."

With a smile, he nodded.

I walked with them to the restrooms and followed Calvin into the men's
room. We stood at the urinals and I sighed as I was finally able to
release my pinch. He looked up at the ceiling as he urinated.

"Ted, you seem like a nice guy and it looks like she likes you but I
need to say it. Don't hurt her. If she wants to have fun, I'm all for
that but she's my friend and I want her back in good shape. Okay?"

"No worries," I assured him. "She's in the driver's seat. I would never
hurt her."

"See that you don't and we'll be just fine."

We had just finished washing up when he unexpectedly took my hand and
firmly shook it. "It's been a great dinner and I'm glad I met you. I
hope we see each other again soon."

I grinned and pumped his hand. "We'll meet again soon. Come up to
Spring anytime you like and we'll give you the nickel tour."

Calvin grinned back. "I'd like that. Count on it."

We exited the room and waited for Lisa. She stepped out of the ladies
room a few minutes later. Pulling her keys out of her purse, she handed
them to Calvin. "Drive careful, now! No dents!"

Calvin laughed incredulously. "Look who's talking! I'm a safe driver!
Who was it that rear ended the mayor last month?"

Lisa waved her hand airily, dismissing his teasing.

"Have fun and you can fill me in on all the hot, juicy details
tomorrow on the way into the office." Calvin smiled at my expected
blush.

As he walked away, Lisa opened her purse again. She pulled out
something and put it into my hand with a sly grin. I looked down and
there was a pair of neatly folded red panties with black lace -- still
warm to the touch.

"I hope you don't mind," she purred, gazing into my eyes, "but I
decided to get a little more comfortable." I grinned and put the soft
fabric into my pocket as she moved to my side. Her hand slid around my
waist. I put my arm around her shoulder and we walked out of the
restaurant.

When we arrived at my car, she stopped in surprise. "You drive the same
car I do - same color, too! How funny!" I opened the passenger door and
held it for her. She slid in but didn't buckle up. When I climbed
behind the wheel, she pushed herself across the seat and pulled me
closer. "I got so excited in there. I can't believe I'm doing this."
She drew me into a passionate kiss and melted against me as I put my
arms around her.

Lisa's tongue danced in my mouth agilely. Her lips were as sweet as the
finest wine I have ever tasted. I could feel her breasts pressing
against me, straining the fabric of her dress, as I let my hands wander
up and down her bare back. Her skin felt soft and velvety. Her scent
was driving me wild with desire. She pulled back slightly and pressed
my hand against her breast. Her hard nipple dug into my palm and the
firm softness of her breast filled my hand as I squeezed her gently.
She let out a soft moan...

Lisa opened her mouth to speak but before she could say anything, the
night was turned into day and the interior of the car was awash in
bright red light. We stared uncomprehendingly at the fireball rising
from the street ahead of us. The sight of a shiny black car rising from
the ground in flames was seared into my mind. The sky began raining
debris and Lisa screamed. 

"Calvin!"

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