Part 1 here:
https://www.reddit.com/user/Carbonmonoxidehands/comments/unt71d/wine_tasting_pt_1_mf_public_control/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
She felt her wetness drip down her thigh during the short drive to the next winery. This time he made her pull down the spaghetti straps of the almost non-existent sundress and expose her breasts. The sun and the mix of her excitement and embarrassment put a red flush across the pale alabaster of her chest. Her pink nipples stiffened, and darkened a shade.
They pulled into a parking lot, filled with party buses. She tried to lift her dress up to cover herself and he slapped her hands. She flushed even harder as she knew a bus load of young men and women saw her half naked body. She was so wet thinking about how she would would soon be wine tasting with them.
Inside this winery, she could feel the eyes on her. A young man nudged his friend and pointed in she direction. She felt the wetness dripping down her thigh. She was worried it would soon be below her hemline. He told her to wait in a armchair near the bar and he came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat opposite her in another chair, a low table between them.
She crossed her legs and pulled at the all too short dress. He poured wine into each glass. He gestured for her to take one, leaning forward she knew he could see her areola peek from the dress. She sat back and took a sip, her head spun.
He gestured again to uncross her legs. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the young men who had pointed at her earlier move into a position where they could see more of her. She uncrossed her strong, long legs. The skin was smooth and flawless like the rest of her body. She ran her hand along her thigh, carrying the hem of the dress up with it. She knew her lover, the two young men and anyone looking their way could see her shaved pussy under the dress. She looked down and could see spiderwebs of her wetness stretch between her slightly parted thighs, she felt her wetness drip down past her asshole to the back of her dress. Her lover looked on with piercing blue eyes. She could see the outline of his thick cock become more prominent in his shorts. It lay heavily on his thigh. She licked her lips subconsciously. The other men turned shades red and she could see one’s tiny cock outlined. He was not like her lover. He would never do.
She closed her legs and pulled her knees to her bod, Converse on the seat cushion, She knew her jeweled plug was visible. She had never been so wet and wanting, but she knew he would continue to make her wait. He treated her right, but there was no question who was in charge.
She put her feet back down, rose, kissed her lover as he sat. As she bent over, half the room got a view of her glistening pussy and plug and other half the room got to see her breasts spill out. She walked quickly to the restroom. She looked in the mirror, she was flushed with excitement. She turned around. There was a wet spot on the back of her dress where her pussy had leaked. It was now so transparent the green of her anal plug could be seen.
She gathered herself and returned to her lover. He had his glass and the wine bottle in his hand and lead her out to the vineyard . They walked for a while amongst the vines until they reached a secluded spot. From their vantage they could see the winery building but it would be hard to spy them.
He placed the half filled wine bottle on the ground.
“Squat on that. I want to see you fuck that bottle,” he commanded.
She pulled up her dress and squatted deeply. She felt her dangling lips embrace the bottle. It was cold but not uncomfortable. She took it in all the way to the wide part of the bottle and started to go up and down on it. She felt her juices coat the bottle and the going got easier.
Her lover unzipped in front of her and his thick rigid cock slapped her in the face, trailing pre-cum across her cheek. She grabbed its girth, her fingertips barely meeting as she held him and took his warm cock into her mouth. She already tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum as she sucked hard. She kept riding the bottle. She took as much of him as she could in her mouth, working the rest of the shaft with her hand, cupping his egg sized balls with the other.
She was in ecstasy. She felt her pussy contract as she came. Seconds later she felt the massive spasm of his cock followed by burst after burst of his thick, hot cum. She valiantly tried to keep up, first swallowing as much as she could then storing it her cheeks, only to have to come up for a breath. The last of it splattered her dress.
She rose from the bottle. Her pussy was sore and satisfied. As she stood she realized they had had an audience. The two young men from inside had followed them outside. One held his tiny cock in hand and as they met eyes came into the dirt. The other was rubbing at a budge in his jeans.
Her lover led her right past them saying, “I hope you enjoyed the show. You can have the rest of that bottle.”
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