New Wine An erotic short story by Lisabet Sarai
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I n what has become a solstice ritual, I board the
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惠妮休斯顿经典歌曲noontime train for Moravia. My annual journey to taste the new wine is a trip into the past. As the train leaves the grimy suburbs and climbs into the hills, the verdant fields and lush forests recall an age when the earth was younger. Stepping onto the platform in Čejkovice, I find the village of stucco cottages unchanged from my first visit, more than thirty years ago.
I remember the shy, awkward academic I was then, eking relief from the pressures of my work, brimming with unacknowledged passions. I smile to mylf, feeling that young man stir inside me. My smile broadens at the sight of Eva awaiting me in the doorway of my guest hou.
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“Good afternoon, and welcome, Professor.” She insists on taking my bag, deliberately brushing her full bosom against me in the process. There is nothing subtle about Eva. “You have your usual room, of cour. There is just time to freshen up before supper.”
Knowing that I’ll follow, she briskly leads the way up the rough wooden stairs. Her swaying hips mesmerize me, charmer to my rising snake. The door at the end of the hall is open, showing me the high bed with its eider quilt, the worn leather of the armchair by the window, the vineyards misty in the distance, gilded by the tting sun.
koolearnEva drops my suitca near the window and sinks down on the bed. She pats the spot beside her. “Come here, Professor. Tell me how you are.” Her cheeks are flushed; her eyes sparkle with mischief. She can e how I am, already engorged in anticipation of delights to come.
She reminds me so much of Zuzana. Never mind
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that Eva wears a tight pink tee and jeans instead of her mother’s blou and dirndl. She has the same voluptuous exuberance, life full to the brim and overflowing in her. The same extravagant nippl
es poke coyly through her shirt. The same ripe lips curve in invitation. The years slip away and I e mylf, standing gangly and confud in this same room, breathless at the sight of the luscious Zuzana calmly removing her clothes.
I shake my head to dispel the visions and turn away from Eva briefly to clo the door. I turn back to find her kneeling before me, already reaching for my belt. Eagerly, she unbuttons my trours and pulls down the zip. My penis springs out, grateful for its relea from captivity. Before I can even say “new wine,” her mouth clos hotly on my engorged rod and sucks like a child on a lollipop. A moan escapes me.
“Plea, my dear girl ... not so fast. You’ll finish me too soon.”
She gazes up at me, licking her lips. “But you taste so lovely. Better than ever.” She bends and plants a proprietary kiss on my rosy knob. My old flesh shimmers in respon, threatening to dissolve.
Why does she offer herlf to me this way? Does she view it as her role, as mistress of the inn, to provide this unusual hospitality? I did not understand her mother’s generosity, and with Eva it is even more mysterious, this abundance that she showers on a dry old man. She swirls her agile tongue on
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who knowsce more around my rod, and I forget to wonder, but merely accept.
“I have a special treat for you, Professor.” Her voice, when her mouth finally relinquishes me, is husky with lust.
Her fluid energy as she ris almost breaks my heart. With one swift move, she pulls her jery over her head. Her breasts cry out to be caresd. My palms tingle as I shape them in my mind. She beckons me over to the bed, and points to an earthenware pitcher on the
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bedside table.
“The official tasting doesn’t begin until tomorrow, but I bribed cousin Martin to get a sample tonight. Just for you.” Without waiting for a respon, she unbuttons her trours, pulls them down to her ankles and kicks them away. She is, of cour, naked underneath. “Now come here, Professor!” she exclaims, hands on her hips in mock anger. “Whatever are you waiting for?”
I can’t help but speculate about the currency of Eva’s transaction with Martin, but I push that thought away. In a moment I am standing before her, cupping her fullness while I kiss her deeply. Her skin is
silk and cream. She tastes of lemon and ani from her baking.
I trap a provocative nipple between my fingers and squeeze, knowing that she enjoys a rough touch there. Her hands find their way back to my organ. She strokes me in time with the rhythm I strum on her breasts. I pinch her harder, struggling to maintain control.
Before long she is moaning, pressing her furred pelvis up against me. I slip an exploratory finger into the crevice between her thighs and am rewarded by lush wetness. I flick my fingernail across the rigid button of flesh that is the center of her pleasure. “Oh, darling!” she cries, writhing against my hand. “You are too wonderful.”
Suddenly she pulls away from me. “But you nearly make me forget. The wine.” Her eyes fixed on mine, she rais the flower-painted pitcher above her head and pours from it into her mouth, like a fountain in some town square. A darkly fruity scent fills the room. The garnet liquid spills into her mouth, over her lips, down across her breasts. Rivulets of wine drift across her belly and disappear into the thicket of her pubic hair.
I lick my lips.
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“Come, taste the wine, Professor.” She lies back on the bed and opens herlf to me. Her whorled folds are ro and coral, lighter than the wine that hangs in iridescent drops in her hair.
