Threading the Needle Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Threading the Needle Ch. 11

... her giggle again.

This time Rikki tried a Cab first. It was quite good, meaty and full bodied, balanced with the right amount of tannins. She liked it enough that she drank half of her sample before she forced herself to stop. She put the glass down and looked at the young woman behind the counter. Rikki's eyes were impassive as she waited.

Lena went first and gave Rikki another kiss on the cheek like before, although it seemed more drawn out. She felt a little fluttering in her stomach. Lena was learning how to get to her. As her lips left her cheek, she felt Rikki turn towards Winnie. "I wonder what she will do now," she wondered.

Despite being boxed out, Winnie was determined to not let Lena win again. She moved forward until she was pressed against the right side of Rikki's back. As she bent her head around to give Rikki's cheek a tender kiss, her hand slid down her back. It started high, where Rikki's skin was uncovered and then followed her spine down until it came to rest on her rounded ass. As her lips lifted, she gave it a little squeeze.

"Ohhh," Rikki sighed. Her eyes didn't leave the young woman's. Instead of revulsion, she blushed at the display but gave Rikki a little smile and she smiled back. "They want my leftovers," she said. Turning around, she poured her wine into Winnie's glass. "And you win."

Lena frowned. "If I knew touching was allowed, I would have won," she said. Winnie didn't say anything. Her wine glass hid whatever expression she ...

... had.

"Now you know," Rikki told Lena. "She definitely made it worth my while." Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Winnie. The blush on her cheeks made her look cuter than usual.

The saleswoman laughed. "Lucky you," she said sincerely. Not forgetting why she was there, she immediately followed that up. "What do you think about the wine?" she asked.

"I liked it. I'll get a couple bottles of it," Rikki replied.

Before she got those, the young woman poured them each a tasting of Syrah. Rikki sipped at it. It was good, though not quite as good as the one from the other winery. After taking one more taste, she stopped and put the glass down.

By now, both Lena and Winnie were tipsy. They kept giggling, first at what they were doing, and then at the each other for laughing. It escalated, and Rikki and the saleswoman couldn't keep from laughing at them.

"You know, I really shouldn't serve them anymore," she said.

"No!" Lena cried out. "Just a little more?"

The sales woman was about the same age as Winnie. She was pretty in a wholesome sort of way with generous curves that were the epitome of zaftig. She had a nametag that read Sarah on her breast. There were no other customers in the tasting room. Her eyes met Rikki's. They were sparkling and Rikki sensed that she too was slightly aroused by the horseplay. It seemed like she didn't want the game to end just yet.

"I'm afraid the rules are the rules," Sarah said with a little smile. "I can't serve anyone who is ...