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From: dulcinea97@aol.com (Dulcinea97)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DULCINEA: Spill The Wine (m/f, Rom, cons)
Date: 6 Nov 1996 01:07:19 -0500
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Spill The Wine
by Dulcinea

"What's all this?" he asked, closing the front door behind him.

She stood before him, looking very sexy in a lowcut black dress, two
glasses of white wine in her hands.  She passed him one glass, smiling
seductively.  "I got the job," she answered.

"Great!"  They clinked their glasses, each taking a sip of the chilled
wine.  He let his eyes roam her body, taking in the swell of her
breasts, the wonderful curves he knew so well.  "I'm proud of you!"

"Thanks!  And to celebrate.... a special dinner."  She went for a second
sip of the wine, accidently spilling it on the front of her dress. A wet
stain appeared across her left breast, drops of wine rolling down the
white flesh and into her dress.

"Oh, shoot!"  She placed her wine on the table.  "I'd better go change."

"No!"  He grabbed her, pulling her tight against him.  Lowering his
head, he licked the wine off the soft flesh of her breast, feeling her
shudder.  He let his lips travel down across the fabric, sucking the
sweet wine from the fabric.  He could feel the nipple harden as he
sucked, and he couldn't resist nibbling the hardened nub.

"Spill any wine on the other side?" he asked.

"Uh...  I think so."  She was breathing hard now, her eyes bright.  Her
fingertip brushed the pointy nipple, rubbing the dry fabric.  " I think
there's some right here."

He smiled, moving to suck the other nipple.  His hands traveled down her
sides, tugging her skirt over her hips.  Pushing her panties to the
side, he slipped a finger up inside of her, feeling the wetness there.
She moaned, grinding her hips.

With one motion, he lifted her on the table, stepping between her thighs
and unzipping he slacks.  They moaned together as he entered her, her
body spasming in an orgasm almost as soon as he'd begun.  He kept
sucking on her breasts, teasing her through the fabric.

He made love to her slowly, running his hands under her clothing to
touch the soft skin underneath.  Again she came, her back arching off
the table, her legs locking around him.  He began thrusting harder,
faster, and they climaxed together.

He continued to kiss her neck and her shoulders, waiting for their
bodies to calm down.  "So much for the appetizer," he said, sliding out
of her.  Taking her hand, he helped her down from the table, leading her
toward the bedroom.  "Time for the main course!"

~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~
	  ~To every man his Dulcinea~
		~Dulcinea97@aol.com~

