The Tasting (MF, oral, cons.) 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!"