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April in Texas Ch. 10
Ninety four degrees and three o clock in the afternoon. Blue sky hot sun and it was only April in Texas. Leaving Becker Vineyards and after getting our bearings Louie stopped the car along the back road.
I have to pee he said. He got out of the car to urinate in the bushes and when he returned I realized that I had to go too. But I left the big Mercury door open when I got out so that it hid me from view. I pulled my skirt up and my panties down and I squatted baseball catcher style. Louie watched me pee as I let go right next to the car door.
Give me a napkin or some tissue I said as I stayed squatting. Louie didn t move quickly at all to find me anything he sat and stared at my bare crotch and my position.
What s the rush?
You know I always wipe myself find me something.
Will I be rewarded?
We ll see if you deserve it.
Louie then got out of the car and walked around to me holding a white paper napkin in his hand. He hunched down and gently ran it across my vagina moving the napkin upward which is the only way I do it. Then he stood back up.
Good enough for a reward? Hmmm… you re in a compromising position… on the ground with your panties down one that I can take advantage of.
In a quick motion he unzipped his fly and had his penis in my face. Ok I thought this is easy enough there s no one around and I took his dick in my mouth. My long slow suck put a smile on his face. I was happy to let him know that I was still his for the taking anytime anywhere. And I sucked his penis as best I could squatting by the side of the car. But Louie stopped me from sucking him further.
Lean back on the car seat he said as he lowered his pants.
I climbed in the car and did as he asked and when I did he pushed my skirt up and took my panties the rest of the way off. Wow I thought Louie wants a quickie in the Texas countryside. I was ready to give it to him and I spread for him the best I could. Once he had worked his long size deep in me as far as he could in that uncomfortable position he stopped. His head was bumping the steering wheel and our legs were hanging out the door.
Sheryl roll over move back and we ll do some doggie style.
I slid up on my knees and backed by ass to the car s edge. Louie was standing within the car door and he slipped his erection right in all the way in. He bottomed out on me. In no time we were rocking like the old days when we were new lovers cheating on our spouses. He screwed me so deep and so hard a car went by and we didn t miss a beat. That went on for about ten minutes but then Louie stopped pumping me. I guess I expected him to stop. Like a true ram he doesn t ejaculate much in the heat and it was hot. We d had fifteen to twenty minutes of sex three positions. We were both sweaty and the scent of hot copulation mostly from me the scent of a woman freshly fucked filled the air. Calmly he backed away from me he pulled his pants up and he put my panties in his pocket. Within a few minutes we were back on the road at the intersection of Route 290. Louie turned right toward Austin.
We probably have time for another winery stop I said while I studied the map. Louie lifted my skirt up to see my bare crotch as I kept talking. He sometimes would become sexually frustrated when he would screw me and he d not come. There s a jog in 290 near Johnson City there ll probably be a hotel there. In the worst case we re only an hour or so from Austin and it should be loaded with hotels.
Immediately we came upon another vineyard right along Route 290. It looked real. We knew enough to recognize the European vinifera vines in the fields. The sign said Grape Creek Vineyard and Louie pulled in. Oddly there were a couple of acres where new vines had been planted and some of the older vines were in bad shape. I looked over and I noticed my panties were hanging out of Louie s pocket but I decided not to even ask for them back. No panties strangers and a short skirt can be fun. By now I had my second wind and I wanted to try more Texas wines.
The winery tasting room was on top of the wine cellar and the sign read that tastings were no charge. Another sign advertised a bed and breakfast over the winery. An older woman politely greeted us we were the only customers there. I say customers because whenever anyplace has free tastings we always buy something.
We have some guests honey she shouted down toward the basement cellar. After a minute an older man came out who I assumed was her husband. It was a mom and pop operation something Louie and I once dreamed of having ourselves. The couple were in their seventies maybe older.
Are you here for a taste? the man asked.
We certainly are Louie said. What are you pouring?
Do you prefer dry or sweet?
Dry.
As Louie spoke the woman set three tasting glasses in front of each of us. She then took three open bottles of white wine from a cooler and she poured each of us a two ounce taste of their Grape Creek Cuvee Blanc. We nipped at it it was pleasant.
This is our everyday white wine it s a blend that varies a little year to year the man said. If you detect some spice it s from the GewГјrztraminer in it.
I can find it I said as I finished my glass it goes in a lot of directions.
Next try our Savignon Blanc he went on and as he spoke his wife continued to pour. It s not oaked and that allows us to bring out the melon and grassy flavors.
It was good too much like a New Zealand style Sav.
Lastly here s our Fume Blanc. Same grape same vintage but this time aged in French oak barrels which gives it that smoky finish.
Tell me Louie said do you grow all your grapes here?
We used to when we first started. Hell we started with a backyard vineyard after I retired from the oil business. We only wanted to make enough good wine to satisfy our own taste for it after we d caught the wine bug while living in Europe. That little vineyard we built up to seventeen acres but we ve had problems. These days we are buying grapes like everyone else to supplement our production and to meet demand.
The oil business… Louie said I married first time into the oil business. My first wife s family were old time wildcatters in Pennsylvania a hundred years ago. They moved to Bremen Ohio in 1907 where oil could be found at forty feet. Later they owned a refinery in Bay City Michigan. Eight brothers they were poking holes and running pipelines all over the place even China. They re about all dead now. It s a long story and one I won t repeat in front of my wife Sheryl. It s enough to say that I m divorced from the oil business.
All wildcatter family stories are long that s the nature of the business. Texas made many of them wealthy and many more poor. What was their name?
Stewart. Short guys pure Scots.
Louie changing topics continued with his conversation with the owner. What s the problem with your vines? Is it the heat down here? I mean don t vines go into stress when it hits one hundred degrees?
Not so much the heat at least not here on this farm. We re well watered and our nights are cool that keeps our acids up. Our big problem is Pierce s Disease. We ve had to pull out vines use whatever treatments we could find to stop it and we ve replanted. There s just no cure for Pierce s Disease other than a hard winter freeze.
We don t get Pierce s in Ohio Louie added the sharpshooter bug that spreads the virus can t survive our winters.
I d heard all of Louie s banter before so I stopped listening. Plus I was the one who started our own vineyard I mixed the chemicals I pruned the wines I did the work.
Mam I said can we try your reds?
After I asked she placed three clean glasses in front of each of us. First she poured their Petite Rouge. It was fruity a hot weather red that would best be served chilled. This is our red blend. We recommend it chilled with a picnic or a barbecue. It s basically Sangiovese with Merlot and Semillon blended in. An Italian wine consultant recommended the two reds one white blend like a Chianti which gives it balance and allows it to be drunk young.
Next she poured a straight Merlot. I found it respectable Louie had no comment. For the final red she poured their Cab Sav. It too was above average and showed its oak aging well. These Texans made good wine and they had a wonderful lifestyle a literal dream come true.
There were photos of the rooms upstairs in the winery brochure on the counter. Is your bed and breakfast available tonight? I asked.
Not tonight the woman replied. We only have two rooms that we rent out and we re booked solid for most of this spring. People come to see the bluebonnets and the crafts more than for our wine.
How much are the rooms anyway? I asked as I looked at the photos of rather Spartan furnishings.
Ninety dollars a night.
Way too much I thought to myself. We d stayed at fancy wineries in Europe with full board meals for half that price. I thought about negotiating a better price and I didn t believe for a second that the rooms were rented. There were no other cars there. My intuition told me that the woman didn t want my bare legs around her husband or around the rest of her family. Women know the scent of ovulation and the smell of sex. And my hunch was that had we stayed Louie would have become involved in a prolonged argument about world oil. Maybe the misses knew that too. Sometimes we re wanted as guests sometimes we re not. At Burny Vineyards in Virginia they rent out a new fully furnished two story three bedroom house that overlooks their vineyards. We stayed there. Their regular price is one hundred and eighty dollars a night. But they wanted us to stay and they rented it to us for fifty bucks. For fun we did spend the whole evening at that house nude cooking steaks drinking wine and having great sex with the lights on. Who knows maybe they watched through the windows.
Louie picked out a bottle of Grape Creek s Petite Rouge and a bottle of their Cuvee Blanc. When he paid he had to take my panties out of his pocket. I am sure the owners noticed him doing it. He held them in his left hand as he fished for change. They then offered us a final taste of their Muscat Canelli which was sweeter than the other whites and had some fizz in it. Overall I found no faults in the wines at Grape Creek and I don t fault the owners either. It s me I don t always make the best first impressions and wearing my short skirt with no panties didn t help with those old timers.
It was now past four and time to think about a place to stay the night. We drove toward Austin which means that we went though Stonewall and through Johnson City. I realized at the time that the place was named Johnson City but that it wasn t a city. It was a small rural community and we had no intentions of paying homage to Lyndon s museum. That s where the road jogged where I thought we d find a place to stay. And there was one motel a 1960 s red brick place on the east side of the road. We stopped I did a cameo of the room and it was a dump. Maybe I hope it s been rehabbed by now but there was no way I would sleep there so we continued on the road to Austin.
What a surprise Austin was. I expected that it would mirror Columbus Ohio. Each city has a huge university each is the state capital and each has several other academic and art institutions. But it was dark when we finally hit Austin s outskirts and I panic when it s dark if I have no place to stay. The freeways we d call it an outerbelt back east they made no sense on the west side of Austin. We d drive up one way spot the sign of a chain hotel get off the highway and then not be able to find the place. We re not idiots. In Texas they place their hotel signs at intersections but that doesn t mean the hotel is even near the intersection. After more than an hour of wrong turns we finally found a vacancy at an Embassy Suites hotel on the northwest side of town. Louie didn t want to stay there too expensive we don t need a suite and so on. Myself I was wired and tired of being lost and I agreed to pay the one hundred and fifty dollar a night rate.
Inside Louie was freaked. The hotel featured an open space tropical courtyard on the ground floor with several stories of hotel rooms that surrounded it. We rode the elevator to our fourth floor suite and the only protection from a deadly tumble overboard was a thin metal railing. The place was a real opportunity for suicide. Louie has extreme fear of heights so much that he has to be fully tanked to board an airplane and he ll say the Rosary in turbulence. He hugged the walls until I opened the door to our room. The suite itself was ok it had a kitchen and a sitting room but we didn t have any food. Once inside Louie relaxed he opened a bottle of wine and he scanned the TV for news.
According to the brochure the hotel featured a huge pool with a hot tub on the ground floor. Just the thing I thought to help us unwind. After a glass or two of Becker s Chardonnay I suggested to Louie that we go down for a relaxing soak. He didn t like to admit his phobias so he agreed to go. We changed into our bathing suits I put my black bikini on we grabbed some towels and we rode the elevator down.
The entire pool area was packed. I hadn t realized how big a hotel this was. The pool was filled with children and the hot tub overflowed with a couple of dozen under thirty year olds not so discretely drinking from plastic hotel cups. It was everything for us to squeeze in. The crowd were all having a good time but Louie and I didn t fit in with it especially myself with the bouncing children. The problem was that we had nothing else to do no food to eat and I was really flipped after being lost in Austin.
Let s go back to the room Louie said reading my mind. It s too crowded here.
Once back in our room I knew Louie was not leaving it again not that night. We stretched out on the bed we finished the wine then we opened another bottle of wine we watched TV and then Louie fell asleep. Myself I was wide awake. I got up and I found my dry thin green bikini. I m not sure if Louie heard me tell him that I was going back down to the hot tub I figured the kids would be gone by this late hour and that I d have the place to myself so I slipped out.
And I was right. All the children had left and the few couples that were soaking in the hot tub appeared harmless enough. I joined them. The temperature was mildly comfortable not too hot and I expected to soak in it for a while. The woman next to me an attractive brunette told me that she and her husband were in Austin on business. He worked in the music industry she said and his company was there to support a client who hoped to land a spot on Austin City Limits. She introduced herself as Joan and introduced me to her husband Allan. They were an attractive pair from what I could see in the water they were not fat and they were friendly. With them was another guy Mark who said his wife was too busy with their kids to make the trip. As we talked they each sucked on plastic hotel cups that were filled with a clear beverage.
Sheryl Joan asked would you like one of these? I made a pitcher of vodka martinis that I have hidden with our towels. Let me get you one.
When Joan got out of the water I was struck by what a beauty she was. Her wet long brown hair ran down her back she was about 5 7 she had thin shapely legs and hips round right sized boobs and a pretty face. Then I took another glance at her husband Allan and he was good looking too as was their friend Mark. Pleasant enough company I thought. Joan brought me the vodka martini and she eased back in the water next to me. We discussed the usual stuff and her vodka martinis were excellent. While we chatted I checked her and her husband out our conversation drifted from mild to bold flirtation. With such a beauty for a wife I wondered why Allan kept his eyes on me. We drank more martinis and after a short time we four were the only ones there.
I slid over to their friend Mark. He was an interesting guy alone without his wife and naturally we fell into conversation. He told me that his wife had given birth a few months ago and that she had another child from an earlier marriage whom he was considering adopting. I loosened the strings on my bikini top dropping it down hoping to get his attention. We were flirting. I let him for a few seconds see my breasts then I tightened my top back up. And Mark was only twenty seven. I told him I was thirty two he didn t seem to detect my lie. As he spoke to me I studied him. He had a nice head of hair a handsome square cut face and little chest hair. Not like that hairy monkey I was used to.
My wife he said she s been having difficulty balancing things her job the kids post partum depression it s been tough lately. This short break from each other I hope it does us some good.
Then the lights flashed like a bell ringing in a grade school playground.
They re ready to shut the pool area Joan said slightly giddy from the martinis it s past closing time. How about coming back to our room with us Sheryl we can hang out for a while.
I had nothing else to do Louie was passed out and these people were interesting and fun. And young. I said sure. So we four left the hot tub and road the elevator to Joan and Allan s room. Once inside it was identical to the suite I rented although it had two double beds each of which had been used. Mark must be staying with them I thought. I had my towel wrapped around my waist as did the others and Joan began mixing up another batch of vodka martinis. She and I stood around in the kitchen while the two guys flipped for a movie on the TV.
Enjoying Austin? Joan said to me.
Hey a couple more of these and I ll be enjoying anything…and everything. Thanks for asking me up. I need the different company and I need to unwind.
Me too. I m getting out of this damn wet suit Joan said and she walked off staggering to the bathroom. I went into the TV area where the two guys were. It had a small couch and a chair positioned in front of the TV set. As I was standing there sipping my martini looking at the screen – the guys had some hotel porn movie on – Joan came out from the bath. She was completely nude and was even more beautiful naked. And she wasn t uncomfortable about it at all. She had a body to be proud of and she knew it.
Hey guys she was half toasted as she spoke don t get the couch all wet with those suits. Get that couch wet and it will stink of every Egyptian that s ever stayed in Austin. Hang them to dry in the bathroom. You know the rules. Jeez…
I wasn t shocked more so I was impressed. In fact I enjoyed looking at her body and her eyes caught me staring. I continued to watch her even after she caught me she posed for me.
It s ok Sheryl. We ve spent the day at some lake beach here known as Hippie Hollow it s a nudist area. We ve all been nude most of the day together with a lot of other folks. Everybody in Austin that wanted to see me nude has seen me nude today. It was fun I like showing off.
Well…I…sometimes I do too.
Then what s slowing you down? Get to the bath and get out of that wet bikini.
As she spoke to me Allan and Mark came out of the bath each naked. The guys were each around 5 10. They were trim and fit and handsome – with all over tans - and they were each well endowed. Mark s penis got my attention first he wasn t that big but he just plain looked good to me. I sort of…wanted to get naked with them…I knew I was going to. Then Joan we were each past half drunk she took my arm and led me to the bathroom. She stripped my bikini off of me. Maybe she detected some hesitancy on my part. She didn t ask she didn t speak she tossed my towel and she unfastened my top and pulled my bottoms down. I was too smashed I guess to say anything we were all naked now why complain. I was wobbly and I was dizzy from the strong booze and the long day. Joan kissed me on my lips and felt me and I kissed her back. Then she led me back to the guys.
What do you think guys? Lookee here. Sheryl has nice tits doesn t she? She s thin nice ass and a smooth shaved puss. Isn t she a fresh sight after watching me nude all day.
It was like I was being presented on a stage and it was so exciting. Open your legs Sheryl.
I did.
Squat and show the boys your shaved puss.
I did.
Now stand on your toes.
Saying that she took my hand and spun me she turned me around and round like a ballerina dancing and round and round again. I was dizzy and falling fast. I stumbled onto the couch between the two guys. As I landed Allan got up and I settled in next to Mark. Joan and Allan squeezed into the side chair I took a deep breath and we relaxed together nude drinking more martinis watching the movie.
The movie was old California porn with pool party scenes. It featured people who had beautiful bodies but the acting was close to comical. Joan yelled at the TV to get on with the sex. The movie scene then panned to a bedroom that overlooked the pool. The party hostess walked in to find her teenage daughter giving head to an older guest. The photography was good the teenager had long blond hair and a pretty face. The close ups of her sucking were well done and exciting.
Joan shouted at the TV. Fuck that cunt s mouth. Suck that cock you slut.
I leaned over onto Mark. His legs were open. I gently walked my right hand over to his crotch and I began massaging him. It was the natural thing to do I thought as I felt him stiffen in my hand. My movements proceeded to a full hand job as Mark watched the porno. The movie had expanded to a group sex scene. Every type of straight sex was on the screen three ways four ways everything.
Allan saw that I was jerking Mark off saw that I was initiating the sex. He came over and he kissed me. Then he put his arm around me. He moved me – I let him - off the couch and onto the floor between Mark s legs. I hesitated… a little… to take Mark in my mouth and then Joan swatted me on my ass.
C mon Sheryl get it going. Mark hasn t had any in days take care of him.
Then she slapped my fanny again and again…until… I began to suck Mark slowly at first thinking that he really wasn t that bad a guy and then I got into his penis and gave him my best effort. I bobbed up and down I licked him inside and out while Allan and Joan watched me. His penis was the exact size that it didn t hurt my jaw to suck it and suck Mark I did.
How s her mouth Allan said as he sat back down on the couch.
Good…really good. Here try her yourself. Mark moved my face off of his erection and toward Allan s then Mark put his penis back in too. For an instant they both were in my mouth at the same time with their dicks rubbing against each other s on top of my tongue. Mark stood up and Joan stood closer watching me suck her husband. It was then that I felt Mark probing me with his fingers and I felt his fine young stiff penis enter my vagina from behind. I d passed the point of offering any objection. In a few minutes just a few minutes Mark was emptying his semen in me.
Whoa Joan said looks like Mark s got his rocks off in you Sheryl. Joan then grabbed me by my hair and straightened me up. Kneel down and clean Mark s cock up.
I did as I was told. Truth was I liked sucking Mark s penis and I was happy to get back at it. Mark traded places with Allan on the couch and I obediently licked our combined juices from his soft shaft as Allan and Joan watched me do it.
Was Sheryl s pussy tight? Allan asked. Not waiting for a response Allan lifted my fanny up and stuck his prick in me doggie style deep in me and pounded my puss as his wife watched him fuck me. I hadn t fucked anybody other than Louie in years and I was having my second strange guy in one night.
Looks good Joan said as she took Allan s place on the couch. And she pushed my face into her shaved puss. I sent my hard tongue into her vagina and I chewed on her clit. She lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. They may have been ganging up on me the three of them but Joan was beautiful and I was hers and I was theirs. My long time fantasies of doing a married couple of licking the wife while the husband does me from behind were coming true. I was eating Joan working Mark s penis with my right hand and getting it from Allan from behind.
Soon Mark was hard in my hand again. I asked Joan for permission to pay attention to his sweet dick. She agreed then positioned each of us on the couch with me on top riding Mark s young dick. I bent forward and I was kissing Mark. Then Allan came up to our kissing faces…and I sucked Allan for a minute again…and then Mark started to…Mark started to suck Allan s dick…as I continued riding him…and Mark continued to suck Allan just inches from my face. Allan knelt on the couch next to us with his cock deep in Mark s mouth while I was fucking Mark. I watched Allan twitch and tighten up as Mark sucked and swallowed all of Allan s semen.
Having enough fun? Joan said to me.
Actually I needed a break. I d never been with a man who while screwing me sucked off another man. I d only seen gay sex a couple of times back in my theater days and I didn t participate in it. So I climbed off bi sexual Mark and walked to the kitchen I needed a drink. Joan went with me.
Serve the guys fresh drinks Sheryl then come back to me. That was easy enough to do so I did it. When I came back in the kitchen Joan had slid up onto the kitchen counter. Her legs were wide open her palms were flush on the counter and I knew what she wanted from me. But I leaned back still standing sipping my fresh vodka martini. The drink cleansed my mouth in a way that wine never does.
The bi guy thing…you know Joan said it s no big thing. It s gotten Mark through his problems with his wife I hope so at least he is a good friend. His wife s a stuck up bitch who refused to get naked with us. She doesn t even know Mark s bi she s that out of it.
Do you let Mark screw you?
Sometimes. I mean he is a lover for Allan and a lover for me. We share