The Vineyard

“Shipments...got that one. Southside Market, Natural Grocer...that one… ”

Damn, it’s a nice day. Sucks I’m stuck in the office doing paperwork. Oh, well. Vineyards don’t run themselves, I guess.

At least you’re here suffering with me. And at least I get a great view of your ass in those wranglers while you load the truck. You deliver our wine to restaurants, bars, and grocery stores in the area. I only get to see you once or twice a week, but when I do, it’s nice. We vibe.

“Hey, got the shipment checklist finalized. You’re good to go. ”

You glance over your shoulder at me with a slightly panicked look.

“Um… I think I fucked up.”

“What’d you do?”

“Left the keys in the ignition. Locked myself out. ”

“Oh. Shit. Um, we’ve got a toolbox inside. Maybe we can jimmy it open or something… ”

“Ah, this is gonna need a professional, I think. Hold on, I’ll call a locksmith. And my boss. ”

I can’t help but sneak a quick glance at your ass as you walk down the dirt road, phone in hand. Yeah, getting locked out of the truck isn’t great. But, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to spend more time with you.

It’ll be a nice change from the typical small talk we share in between lugging crates full of wine bottles to your truck every week. We don’t know each other well since it's only been a few months since I started working here. But there’s something between us. A connection. A very…primal…connection.

I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about you. I fantasize about you a lot, actually. Those rough hands over my skin…pinning me down…

“Alright, got a locksmith on the way. Says he’s going to be a while, though. You don’t mind if I stick around ‘til then? ”

“Uh - yeah, no, of course. No problem. ”

“Sure I won’t be any trouble?”

“I don’t know…will you?”

“I’ll be good. I promise. ”

“Well...I’m actually pretty much done for the day. You did say you wanted to see the vineyard at some point. How about that tour I promised? ”

“Good call. Ladies first. ”

You flash that crooked little half-smile that makes my knees wobble. Fuck…if only you knew what that did to me.

I feel you watching me as I walk in front. I kind of wish I was walking behind you so I could look at you. I’ve got a bad habit of staring at your arms bulging under your shirt sleeves while you’re lifting crates.

“I like your shirt.”

I look down, surprised. My faded vintage Pixies shirt is stained with dirt and filled with holes.

“Yeah? You like the Pixies?”

“Favorite band. No joke. ”

Heat prickles in my cheeks. I like you. You’re rough around the edges, easy-going, sexy. But we’re different. I’m the tight-laced corporate-world escapee. You’re the small town, laid back ‘beer with the boys’ type.

We’d probably drive each other insane. Or at least, I’d drive you insane. I think I already have multiple times. Triple checking inventory or telling you for the millionth time to be careful with the crates. But, we’re just…drawn to each other. There’s this magnetism I get from you. I can’t keep away. My boss even jokes I go as red as the grapes we grow when you come for delivery.

“So uh, this is your Pinot…Grigio?”

“Pinot Noir. Pinot Grigio’s a white grape.”

“Right, right. Sorry, I don’t know the first thing about wine. I just deliver the stuff. I’m more of a - ”

“A beer guy?”

“Yeah.”

“Here, try this. You’re going to love it. These ones are just about ripe. ”

“Open your mouth.”

“Mmm, I like a woman who’s forward!”

“Come on, open! They’re really good. ”

Oh my God. Your lips encircle my finger and you drag your tongue along the fingertip. We inch closer. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. We work together…what if we get caught?

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah. Here, let me…”

“Mmm…”

My eyes don’t leave yours and I suck greedily on your finger. Your rough skin with the sweet, fruity juice. Fuck, my pussy’s throbbing…I can’t stop this.

“That taste good?”

“Mmhm.”

“You want to taste more?”

“Mmhm, please...”

“Mmm, c’mere…”

I can taste the grapes on your tongue. My fingers wind up into your hair, pulling off your ball cap. Your calloused hands prowl over my clothes, down to my ass. Fuck it. Let go for once!

“Take it off…”

“Here...”

I arch into you as you yank up my skirt. Cupping your ass in one hand, I take your hardening cock in my hand…

“You’re…not wearing panties.”

“No, I'm not...”

You stroke through my folds. Coating your fingers with my wetness, up to my clit. Sinking two fingers…inside me…

“And you’re soaked…”

Your fingers work slow and determined inside me. My knees feel like they might buckle, but you’re holding me upright. Fuck, I love how you stare down at me. Hungry. Needy. Yeah, like that. Right there…I’m all yours…

My arm tightens around your shoulders, rocking against your hand as you massage my g-spot. My toes curl in my shoes…

I stroke you harder, pumping your shaft…

“Squeeze around my fingers, like that. Oh fuck… ”

“Faster, please. Oh god, yeah. Like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Don't stop, keep doing that. Please...”

Your arm tightens around my waist. I grab at your hair and pull slightly. Oh my god, this is really happening, oh god…

That feels…so good. It’s been a long time, I’m getting close already, oh fuck…

“You're gonna cum?”

“Yeah. Yes, I...”

“Cum for me, you can do it. Just let go for me. Aw, there you go!”

Fuck, that was amazing. I need more…I want more of you…

I guide you down onto your back in the grass.

“Yeah, get on top of me...”

I hold your cock with one hand and slowly guide myself down on top of it. I struggle for a moment to push you into me.

I sink down on top of you.

Ohh, fuck…you feel so good. My walls squeeze around you. You grab my hips, thrusting fast…hard…yes! Fuck, just like that!

“Oh fuck, that feels so good…”

“Yeah!”

I toss my shirt over my head and free my tits. It feels so wrong to be doing this here…it’s so hot. I press my hands on your chest, and my fingers thread through your chest hair.

“Fuck me hard, please!”

“Yeah? You want it harder?”

“Harder!”

“Mmm, you want it really hard, huh?”

The world suddenly spins as you flip our positions so my back is on the ground.

“Yeah, ahh!”

You hold me still, thrusting as hard as you can into me. Oh my God! My nails rake down your chest…you grab my tits in your hand and squeeze hard as you fuck me.

“Yeah, scratch me harder!”

I love the way your skin pales under my nails. Leaving red marks down all the way down your stomach. You pull me to you, taking my nipple in your mouth...

Oh my God. You grab a handful of grapes off the vine above me and squeeze juice down my chest. Your tongue laps the juices off my nipples…

You wrap my arms around my back, holding my wrists together. Yes, I need this so badly…

“Mmm, you like when I bite your nipples?”

“Yeah...”

“You want it harder?”

“Yeah, fuck, I'm close!”

“How about we come together? You want that?”

“Oh God, yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

I quickly slide my hand between us and rub my clit fast and hard. Fuck! I’m gonna come again, oh my god…

“Oh God! Oh God, baby I’m gonna cum…”

“Me too...”

“I wanna cum inside you...”

“Cum in me, cum in me!”

“Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”

“Me too. Fuck, fuck! Yeah, that's it. Right there. Right...oh my god...”

I collapse on top of you.

“Wow...”

“Fuck.”

“Shit, the locksmith's here!”

We hurry to get dressed, you struggling to balance as you pull up your jeans. I toss your shirt over and you help me back into my cardigan…

“Come on, he’s gonna see us!”

“That was fun, by the way.”

“Go! He’s gonna wonder where you are!”

“Alright, alright! One more, one more kiss!”

You pull me into your arms, and I melt against you. I could stay here all day with you…

“Go! I’ll meet you back there! We’ll pick up where we left off in my office if you like… ”

“Mmm, I look forward to it…”