Crossing paths and bottling it

I walked past her almost every day on the way to work. A brunette, in her twenties I guessed, with deep brown eyes that I would happily drown in and lips that were constantly balancing on a knife's edge between a smile and a scowl. That contrast was fascinating to me and I often wondered which side would present itself if I were to actually talk to her. Her olive skin made me think that she must have some Italian or Spanish heritage somewhere; I do have a penchant for a Mediterranean girl.When springtime came and the sun started gradually emanating more and more heat, so I in parallel started discovering more and more of her body. She had small, perky breasts, in perfect harmony with the rest of her body and a small but well formed derrière that I would often try to nonchalantly swivel around and take in after the crossing of our paths. I would often spend the rest of my journey fantasising over her and more than once I had needed to go straight to the bathroom to relieve myself on arrival. ***What can I say, I have a voracious sex drive and a filthy mind; you have been warned. Since you have consciously chosen to read this story, on this particular website though, may I assume that we share at least one of these vices?***Yes, I'm not ashamed to say that I had mentally undressed her a hundred times. Depending on the moment, I'd had her dressed in leather or leopard skin; in crotch-less panties or virginal white ones; bending over in front of me or squatting over my face as I lay on my back. You get the idea.After a while the daydreaming wasn't enough and I resolved to actually talk to her. I figured I'd just say hi a few times, to start off and get that first barrier out of the way and turn it into a regular event before moving on. I mean, despite what happens in the movies, how many girls would really just meet you and agree to go out on a date in the same breath (this is assuming their breath passes a breathalyser!) So the following day I saw her coming towards me and prepared my lips to smile and the 'hi' in my head was just on the tip of my tongue and I choked. I realised that I hadn't really thought the whole 'hi' bit through at all. I remember my mind creaking over and debating the style. It shouldn't be too familiar or too formal and maybe slightly sexual. Shit no, that stuff's going on in my head not hers. By the time I got to her I let out a slightly high pitched 'hi,' with all the coolness of a blazing fire, and my smile was all crisped up, adolescent awkwardness. She did hear though, and she glanced across at me, our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat, time froze etc etc and just as quickly she was gone. Nice one George! ***Sorry, I didn't introduce myself; I'm George. I'm a recently single guy in his mid thirties. Just coming out of a ten year relationship my confidence with women is a bit smashed at the moment. I'm rather caught between feeling sorry for myself and being excited about meeting new women and discovering new things. In terms of work I'm an accountant. Okay, don't get too interested, I'm not the exciting type that earns a fortune. I'm more the guy that always has a job because at my level the wages aren't great. The up point of this is that I'm always around young people so things are more dynamic than they are at one of those 'I'm rich' firms. Sorry, do I sound bitter? Well maybe I am a bit. I don't feel like I'm selling myself too well here. Did I mention that I'm good looking? Well I am I guess; at least people have always told me so. I'm tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. And yes, I'm pretty big down there too. Back to the story though. *** After that first bumbling attempt at contact things got better; as if they could have got any worse! We started getting used to saying hi in the mornings. It gave me an excuse to look her in the eyes as she walked past until I finally 'connected' with her. ***You probably think I'm talking shit now but there is a connection. I'm not talking romance necessarily but think about that slightly awkward moment when you're walking towards someone and you're both aware of it but don't actually look up until you get to that certain 'acceptable' distance from which eye contact can be reasonably established. The difference here was that rather than not wanting to meet eyes too early, and thus break the sacred distance code, I was craving that short window of opportunity in my day when I could look. The reality is that I would look up a little early and sometimes she would too and then one day bham! That's the moment of contact I'm talking about, when the butterflies hit your chest, you look into her eyes and just feel the moment. It was with that contact that I knew that she liked me too.Ok, so you're probably sitting back comfortably at home, semi naked (sorry, that's my vivid imagination again) wondering why I didn't just get on with it and talk to her. And you're right but it ain't that easy. As it turns out though, I was quickly spurred into action. *** When wandering alongside the banks of the river one evening I spotted her under a restaurant awning. She was sitting at a table sipping away at her drink. I wish I could do justice to her lips; the way that they were pouted out in front of her, wrapped around her straw with her cheeks sucked in. Wow, I needed to get those lips wrapped around me! I walked up towards her table, all cool, until I knocked into the chair at the next door table. Not an innocuous plastic chair but a metal framed one that screamed as it fought against this imposed movement across the tiled floor. I straightened up the chair and looked up, smiling at her with an apologetic 'what can you do' type expression and noticed a guy sitting to the side of her."Sorry about the noise," I said and promptly saved myself.She giggled, he just looked at me rather absently and I walked on. It was worth it just to see her smile though. It's funny because you fantasize about all sex and naked skin and stuff but in the flesh it's the smile or the sparkling of eyes that really hits you. Anyway, that was what spurred me on. I didn't know if she was actually with the guy or not but I didn't want to take any chances.The following morning, as she approached I made eye contact early and smiled; she smiled back. "Hi, I'm George by the way. Thought that maybe you should know the name of the awkward guy who bumps into chairs."She laughed and I relaxed. "I'm Jenni," she replied, "and don't worry, I'm not particularly sentimental as regards the welfare of chairs."She let out a little laugh which was beautiful because unlike my stupid efforts at controlling things, she just seemed to let things flow naturally. That's right, I'm that guy on the dance floor that is thinking of what he's doing, trying to plan a move and ending up looking all robotic and strained. She on the other hand, would be the one that's body just seamlessly saunters along with the sound. ***If I may though, I'd just like to clear up one point here. That bullshit that you hear from little crowds of adolescent girls giggling together:"You know what they say Mary, if he dances well he *#&$s well!"Yeah, it's just bullshit. Okay, I've got that off my chest. Enough of my commentary and back to the dialogue. ***"Well hi Jenni, nice to meet you. Hope you have a great day.""You too," she smiled and we continued on our respective ways.We kept crossing paths and had moved on to small talk in that miniature window of opportunity that presented itself to us each weekday. It came to the point that we were chatting one morning but had too much to say and I ended up missing my tube. "I don't feel like work today anyway," I said. "Fancy calling in sick and continuing this conversation somewhere else?" I held my breath, privately praying for her ascent. In that moment I decided that if she came back positively that I would lay off the doubts and really grab the bull by its horns; I figured I may as well go all in."Let me just make a call," she said.She walked a few paces away and talked into the phone for a few minutes, gently insisting on some particular point for a moment and then hung up."So where are we going Jenni, your place or mine?" I smiled seductively.She laughed out loud, breaking the tension. I was pleased to notice that she appeared to have a sense of humour."How about breakfast? I didn't have time this morning and I'm starving," she said."I make a great bowl of cereal and I've got some Seville oranges that I'd love to squeeze," I continued suggestively. She stood there a little stunned; I might as well have started stripping off there and then for all that she appeared to believe what I was spouting. "What? You do know I was joking Jenni, right?" She looked uncertain. "Yeah, course George. I mean I figured that, of course," she insisted. Was that disappointment I could see on her face?I just smiled, took her hand and started walking; she let herself be led."I live just around the corner and I'm sorry about being untruthful. I don't have any cereal, you'll just have to settle for me instead. I'm pretty hungry too as it goes;" I continued in the same easy going, light-hearted way.Jenni just followed along faithfully. This was crazy, I'd never done anything like this before but I was definitely enjoying it.When we got to the door of the building, I turned to her."Could you help me with my key Jenni? It's stuck down tight in my front pocket."She laughed again at my front but nevertheless gently slipped her hand into my pocket. Feeling the outline of my rigid member press against her hand she took in a short breath but extracted the key as requested. As I had the key in the lock, I turned to her again."Are you okay with this Jenni?" I asked gently. "If you want to go somewhere else then it's not a problem."She hesitated slightly but then smiled. "I trust you George." She looked up at me with a facial expression that betrayed her words. I could see that she was excited though by her dilated pupils; her nervous system was activating her fight or flight mechanism. I took her reassuringly by the hand and led her in. As we walked into my lounge I let go of her hand and asked her to go and sit down as I had something I needed to do. While my mind was managing to comfortably control things, the same was not true of my body, that was crying out. I'd been dreaming of this girl for long enough and wanted things to last so I went through to the bathroom in order to regain my composure. I unzipped my jeans, mechanically took myself in hand, as I had so many times before, and started pulling up and down on my straining, slippery appendix. I was so turned on that I came hard and fast, quickly evacuating the tension.When I strolled back through, Jenni was sat, perched on the edge of the couch. She had been alone for long enough for her to really start wondering how all of this was going to unfold. "Can I get you a drink Jenni?""I think you better just come over here George," she replied hungrily.I was really taken aback, I hadn't imagined that she would be so forward. If I hadn't relieved the tension I probably would have just jumped on her there and then, but I had and I didn't. I wandered through to my open plan kitchen and got the juicer out. "I wasn't lying about those Seville oranges you know," I said.I got the knife out and started slicing eight oranges in half before introducing them into the juicer. She came over and sat on the stool at the bar. We drank our freshly squeezed juice and spent the rest of the morning chatting about everything and nothing; both very conscious of the sexual tension underlying it all.Around twelve I got the chopping board out and prepared us a light pad Thai for lunch. I brought out one of the real jewels from my wine cellar too; a Château d'Yquem. From Robert Parker to your local wine merchant, all agreed that this was something exquisite that everyone should taste once in their lifetime; this would be a first for me. Today was a first in more ways than one.I poured the wine, swirled it around the glass and brought it up to my nose. It transported me back to my youth in the mountains. It spoke of spring flowers and dried fruits...Yeah okay, I get it; that's not the sort of bouquet you're interested in.As we sipped the wine and enjoyed the food I started running my foot along her calf; she just kept talking but I could see that she was distracted. I started letting my foot run further up her leg, against her knee. I applied a little pressure to the inside of it and she parted her legs and swallowed.Her pale pink top hugged her body, perfectly revealing the beautiful contours of her breasts and I noticed her nipples had hardened too. We had stopped talking but continued sipping our drinks, letting things play out slowly. Despite having released myself earlier I had had plenty of time over the morning to get worked up again and I could already feel the damp patch in my shorts as my foot inched up her inner thigh, now inside her skirt."You know, from the first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you," I said."Really? And what made you think you'd have any chance at that?" she replied.I talked her through the 'contact' bit and she laughed."That's when I knew!" I insisted as my foot ran further up between her legs. I'm not quite sure what was coming over me but I was feeling confident so decided to play a game and test her."Take your top off," I told her."Pardon," she laughed in disbelief.I ran my foot along the inside of her thigh and looked straight back at her."Take it off," I insisted. "I want to see your bra."She had a quizzical look on her face but must have decided to trust me for she delicately rolled the tight fitting, pink top up her body and over her head.She had a beautiful, white-rimmed bra that was semi transparent, with only fine lace motifs to serve as camouflage. Her nipples protruded and were plain to see. I took a sip of my wine and filled up her glass."You see, I was right to ask. I've been imagining for a long time what that might look like and the reality is up there with my imagination!""I'm glad," she blushed."So who was that guy you were with in the restaurant?" I asked."You want to know if it was my boyfriend right?""Maybe," I answered."Would that change anything?""I guess not," I confessed."Right, now if I move my foot up between your legs, do you take your top off George?" she smiled in mock innocence."Since you're asking and not telling I consider that there's room to negotiate. I'll take my shirt off, if you let me know what Château d'Yquem tastes like wrapped around my cock."She paused for a moment. She then took a generous swig of wine, brought her middle finger up to her mouth and proceeded to suck on it; pushing it in and out a few times."Mmm, it would be something like this I guess," she purred.My cock reacted to the provocation. I was pleased to see that she was wanting to play the game together."I wonder what this poncy wine would taste like, in my pussy?" she mused. "Would you like to taste?""That sounds like a fair enough compromise," I agreed.She dipped her finger in the wine, hitched her skirt up, looked into my eyes and licked her lips as she pushed her hand up between her legs. Her sex was hidden from me by the table but this in no way detracted from my pleasure. She brought her hand up from under the table, with her middle finger prominent and offered it across the table to me in the way that corny lovers offer across their food. I hungrily took it between my lips and she started fucking my mouth with it."Mmm," I moaned as my mouth was hit with the mixed bouquet of pussy and wine. She retrieved her finger."If they could bottle that," I trailed off and unbuttoned my shirt, before slipping it from my body."They might struggle to get it in the bottle," she laughed. And that gave me an idea."I'd like you to try," I smiled cheekily."Oh yeah," she raised her eyebrows at me, and how do you imagine we might do that?"I picked up the bottle and passed it across to her."I think the neck of that bottle would fit," I said."You do, do you?" she laughed. "Not yet it won't," she said but maybe if we were to prepare things it would."She got up from the table and sauntered across to the sofa. She lay back, spread her legs and started to rub herself through her pink, lacy panties.I brought the bottle across and poured a little onto her mound. She jerked slightly."That's cold," she gasped, "and now you've got my knickers all wet."With that she brought her knees up onto her chest, popped her bottom up into the air and very slowly peeled the skimpy fabric away, revealing her puckered ass hole, closely followed by her wet lips. She pulled her panties up to her knees, down her shins and off the end of her feet, leaving them hanging on her big toe, proffered there for me.I brought my tongue immediately to the gusset and licked right along it to get a second pre-taster before leaving a trail of kisses on her foot, sucking at her big toe before continuing towards her leg. I held her leg up straight and my lips begun a slow journey downwards, nuzzling, kissing, licking. When I finally arrived at the cleft between her legs I again reached for the bottle and she took a sharp intake of breath as I poured a trickle over her already moist mound. The expensive, exquisite liquid continued on down over her tight, puckered hole and my tongue lapped at it, lapped along her ass crack; which for me at that moment was equally exquisite. I poured a little more and feasted away as Jenni moaned in pleasure. I remained loyal to the task I don't know how long, but my jaw had started to ache from my tongue's incessant toils.I ran it up along the length of her soft labia, dipping and pushing the lips apart to be greeted by her secretions of excitement."Mmm, I think it's time to bottle that precious liquid Jenni," I said.She was lying back smiling, in a state of contentment, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes urgent. I placed the bottle on the ground, in front of the sofa."I'm afraid you're going to have to relinquish your place to me, I'm exhausted," I laughed.I pulled her up, swung around into her place, released the button, pulled down on the zipper of my trousers and my erect length pushed up out of it's restrictive confines; albeit still concealed behind the thin yielding cotton of my lose shorts. Jenni smiled at me dirtily. "You're soaked! I think we may need to do something about that.""Please do, but we've got to get you bottled too remember," I winked.She squatted in front of me and positioned herself over my château d'Yquem. She lowered her body gently, guiding the glass neck of the bottle to her well lubricated cunt and sank lower still, gradually absorbing the object up inside of her. By this time I had opened my shorts, hitched the elastic up under my scrotum and started stroking my stiff, slippery cock. Jenni had started building up a rhythm and was now energetically pushing herself down on the bottle. She clasped the sofa with one hand to keep herself stable and then enveloped my rod with her mouth. She kept moving rhythmically, fucking the bottle as her mouth pleasured me. Witnessing all this, splayed out on the couch, I was in heaven; she was a perfect balance of cute and sexy with a generous table spoon of dirty. She moaned as she rode and hearing the squelching of her pussy lips with it I felt my scrotum tighten involuntarily and my length start to twitch. With her lips now clasping me firmly I started to flex my hips and actively start fucking her mouth. She now had both hands on the sofa for stability, her long brown hair spilling down over me, her small breasts hanging as much as they could. I increased the speed of my thrusts, in and out of her hungry mouth until I could take it no longer."Ah yeah, I'm going to cum!" I announced.She held still, brought a hand to my cock and started pumping it as she increased the suction and started slurping around my cock. I moaned out loud as I felt the build up in my balls start to push the first of the highly pressured cream up. Jenni started pulling ever more vigorously on my length as she felt it coming. "Oh fuck. Jenni," I pleaded, "don't stop!"She didn't and my pent up state was soon relieved; I ejaculated into her warm, welcoming mouth. She withdrew her head and kept pulling a few extra lengths on my manhood, allowing any straggling semen to catch up and find it's way out. She licked her lips and swallowed down the contents of her mouth as she smiled at me; her smile perfectly framed by her flushed cheeks and her disheveled, flowing hair.She didn't linger though and quickly turned her attentions back to the bottle. An impatient hand rapidly plunged down to pleasure her clitoris as she impaled herself again on the hard glass length. She quickly re-established her lost rhythm and started to chase her own orgasm with gusto. She smiled against the strain of the gymnastics that were imposed on her and I just sat there, surfeit, as I absorbed the spectacle. I started stroking on my length again as Jenni pushed and dipped and moaned. Her fingers circled frenetically until her body jolted, her shoulders were thrown back and she shuddered. Her mouth opened and she let out a rapid staccato of short, high pitched cries of pleasure as her orgasm finally flushed through her body and her juices made their way down into my Chateau d'Yquem.