The Summer House

A Fine Juice

“You know that she is married don’t you?” a voice whispered in his ear.

Pietr turned his head and red locks of hair almost blocked his view. It was the woman that had attracted his eyes as he entered the room. She was tall, he imagined six feet without shoes, but now in heels she towered. Very elegant in an ice blue cocktail dress that flattered and clung to her slim body. Just enough cleavage was displayed to keep a guy's eye from wandering too far from it. The warm smile showed white teeth which distracted beneficially from the slightly thin upper lip.

The voice reinforced it's original message, “She is married, and very happily too.”

Pietr smiled up at her, “that maybe so but it doesn’t prevent a red-blooded man from enjoying his own fantasy of himself and the lady, if circumstances were, shall we say, 'different'.”

“Hmm”, she purred, “now there is an intriguing scenario to explore”. Her fingers touched the sleeve of his suit. Her perfume was subtle yet strangely heady. “And obviously this red-blooded man is still exploring his fantasy...”.

That comment was obviously in response to him turning his head back to again take in the beauty of the subject of his fantasy.

Not willing to give in so easily the red-head gripped his arm to gain his attention once again. “Of course, you must know just who is her husband?”.

It was framed as a question but Pietr knew it was purely rhetorical, he noticed that she held he breath waiting to continue. He shook his head while thinking, 'I'm sure you will tell me'. It was too soon to let this woman, who was becoming an irritant, yet an intrigue none-the-less, know that he knew the lady in question very well. It wouldn’t stand in the way of him wanting to ravish her body.

In his ear the lady drew a breath and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial and sexy whisper. “Why of course she is Mrs. Sebastian Walhearn, your host today. And darling, you wouldn’t stand a hope in hell in bedding her.” Her laugh was low and slightly guttural, Pietr almost felt the vibrations in his crotch and he was developing an interest in this lady. He merely nodded at this information.

Again he turned his head so that his eager eyes sought out once again the perfect body of Mrs. Sebastian Walhearn. The action seemed to cause his companion to strive harder to keep his attention. “There are other females, single”, she emphasised the word, “and available too, you know. Seems a shame for a 'red-blooded man' to pine and faun over one who is, how shall I put it, unattainable?”

Pietr couldn’t disguise his indulgent grin. Miss red-head would have no doubt been in orgasmic bliss to learn that he had sampled the considerable charms of the delectable Mrs. Sebastian Walhearn. Before her marriage, naturally.

He turned, ready to concentrate all thoughts and conversation on his companion. Facial features were impressive apart from the thin rather sharp lips. But then nothing is perfection. Holding out his hand he introduced himself as Pietr Medler, leaving aside for the moment the '-Barron' element, that could come later when and if he judged that this lady warranted it.

Studying his face intently caused the lady to sound vague in giving her name. “Sari.” The rest seemed to be lost as she thought deeply and continued to stare suspiciously into his eyes.

He took her delicate fingers and raised them to his lips. “Excuse my break with established protocol but such delicacy requires the acknowledgement of a kiss. I hope that you are not too embarrassed and that your husband will not be too offended. She took a breath to speak but he wanted to unsettle her so continued...

“Where are my manners, but I must ask, Sari, the dress, the colour?” he asked. Her hand was not withdrawn from his. “Too clichéd for a lady of auburn hair to wear green?”

“Katharin, Mrs. Walhearn, do you know her?” Sari sidestepped his question, she had something else on her mind. Again the intense look of suspicion on her face.

“But then I am a male, what would I know of such things.” As if she had not spoken, he continued. “Now that you have my attention, my interest, dare I say the beginnings of a fantasy...”, he didn’t finish, as Sari's face had changed to indicate that he had her full attention.

“... My husband? Fantasy? Goodness, Pietr you are a fast worker. I should teach you a lesson by withholding my marital status and possibly leaving you nothing but what you see here as a basis for such thoughts. However I find you intriguing and want to find out more. Why don’t we get a drink and go into the garden, its cooler and less crowded there.”

Sari lounged on a garden seat and Pietr eyes were drawn to an expanse of tanned thigh revealed buy the dress as it rode up when she leaned back. The more she 'adjusted' the dress to cover her, the more it actually began to reveal. Each time his gaze fell on Sari's legs she pretended to try cover them but never quite managing it successfully.

Taking the wine glass from her lips Sari dipped an index finger in the wine then proceeded to suck the golden liquid from her slender digit. Pietr was impressed with the sensuousness of the action. This lady was losing any subtlety that she had started out applying.

Pietr decided to apply shock treatment. To his next action Sari would exclaim her disgust or perhaps move the situation in a particular direction. He repeated her action of dipping a finger in the wine but used his middle finger. With the finger sunk to the knuckle between his lips he closed his eyes, tilted back his head slightly and noisily extracted the digit, sucking hard. “Mmm, what delicious juice”, he opened his eyes to observe her reaction. He continued, “Such a fine juice, and the taste is of course enhanced by the heat of the flesh.”

Sari's eyes opened wide, her lips parted as the tip of her pink tongue moistened the dryness there, and seemingly of their own volition, her legs parted then crossed, bare thighs clamping tightly together. Pietr was pleased, he now knew what actions he could take.

Pietr reinforced his words, “I admit to a weakness for such a fine juice.”

A Fine Effervescent Juice

The woman's hand was pressed to her lap, her knees held tightly together, her legs at an angle, crossed at the ankles. Pietr moved so that his leg was touching her knees. He applied the tiniest of pressure and felt a slight reduction in resistance. With more pressure the knees parted slightly, he looked down at his companion. She took a measure of wine from the glass and returned his gaze. As he pressed slowly further with his insinuating knee Sari's hand moved to between her breasts and unconsciously she rubbed the area with a thumb, the fingers of that hand describing the contour of one breast. The action of the fingers had an obvious and almost immediate effect of raising to erection the nipple covered by the thin fabric of the dress.

“If you have in mind that you and I will expend some energy before too long, may suggest that we both replenish our stock of fuel?” Sari drained her wine glass and held it out.

As he made to do as bid, she called softly, “I adore hide and seek”, and added a little giggle.

Carrying two glasses and a bottle, on his return Pietr wasn’t surprised that Sari was not at the seat at which she had been sitting. There were a few other party-goers in the garden but no sign of his companion. Knowing the large garden he had an idea where the woman might have hidden herself. Casually he navigated through the trees and bushes towards the lower garden, furthest from the house and other buildings to where he knew lie an almost forgotten building, a large summer house.

It was in that very building not so many years past that Pietr and a young Katharin Rowland-Smythe had consummated a love that they believed would last forever. Having sneaked there whilst Katharin's parents, who owned the house, were otherwise busy, ostensibly to kiss and cuddle, their kisses became too hot, and despite Katharin's best attempts to resist she had succumbed to Pietr's charms. Kissing was the only foreplay necessary before the young girl allowed the man to pull aside her underwear and penetrate her virginal vulva. Tugging wildly at her dress and his shirt and pants Katharin succeeded in marrying their bellies as they shared the common warmth. The memory of her orgasm was to stay with her forever. She was to learn subsequently that this moment of consummation of love between them was never to be equalled or bettered. Sadly for Pietr she found a man of more considerable 'charms', for Sebastian Walhearn whom she subsequently married, was a merchant banker.

Sari stood in the doorway to the summer house wondering if she had been too hasty and had hidden too far out of sight of the man of whose sexual attributes she was determined to sample. Turning to retrieve her purse she had a sudden impulse to help her cause. Quickly pulling up the dress, she slipped down her lacy panties, lifted one leg and tugged the garment free from that foot. Straightening up she was had just lifted the other foot to bring the lacy number to her hand when a shadow fell on the sunlit floor. She gave a soft, stifled scream. In her panic the woman was unable to detach the underwear from either foot or hand, she over balanced and pitch backwards. Pietr dropped both glasses and bottle as he leaped forward to catch her.

Disturbingly for Sari her dress still revealed the area that had but a moment ago been covered, however scantily, by the underwear. Frustratingly for her modesty Pietr insisted that she sat on a slatted bench before she was able to pull the dress down to cover herself. She noted that before he 'discretely' turned away his eyes feasted on her nether region.

As he kicked away the broken glasses and retrieved the bottle Pietr realised, now having glimpsed Sari's trimmed mound, that so passionate and comparatively brief was the lovemaking years ago in this building, he had no idea if Katharin had trimmed or otherwise her pubic hair at that time. He knew now that he had a quest, to discover what now covered his ex-lover's mound.

Both man and woman jumped as Pietr expertly popped the cork of the bottle of champagne. There were now no glasses as the shards were scattered on the floor, so he offered the bottle to his companion. Without hesitation she put the mouth of the bottle to her lips and tipped the container. Pale, bubbling liquid fizzed over her lips, tickled her nose and dribbled down her chin to fall to her cleavage. Giggling, she took the glass from her mouth whereupon pent up pressure in the neck caused more of the bubbly liquid to project outward to splash on her slender neck and dribble downward , adding more champagne to her breasts.

Sari wiped the back of her hand over her mouth as she offered the bottle to her companion. He brushed it gently aside, he would drink elsewhere. One hand at the side of one breast, the other on the other side, he pressed them together then placing his mouth at the meeting of the cleavage he sucked noisily at the beverage pooled there, his tongue digging deeply between the firm flesh.

Sari took another mouthful of the bubbly and handed the bottle to her companion. He put the bottle to his lips and could taste her lipstick and saliva, he drew a mouthful of the liquid. Kneeling at her feet his hand eased her dress up her tanned thighs until once again he was able to appreciate her trimmed, red pubic hair; she didn’t resist. Tipping up the base of the bottle he caused a dribble of champagne to pour onto her mound. Sari giggled as the bubbles tickled. Boldly pushing between his companion's thighs he watched as the liquid insinuated around and between her labia. Tilting the bottle he poured again.

Quickly the woman lifted her backside and pulled up the dress to avoid it getting soiled by the wine then moved her rear to the edge of the bench to afford her man full access to where the wine now flowed. Pietr's tongue pressed to her hair covered mound, savouring how the texture and the temperature had improved the taste of the fine champagne.

With a struggle Sari managed to remove the dress, then taking the bottle poured a thin stream of wine over her mound and luxuriated in the sensation of the bubbles as they tickled where they ran. Pietr lapped the liquid from hair and bare flesh, his tongue paying close attention to the area around the clitoris. Then delving between the labia, where his tongue began to liberate previously hidden inner lips.

More of the champagne flowed at Sari's bidding over her belly to be channelled to where it now mixed with the flow of her sexual secretions which her lover was enthusiastically imbibing. With her free hand she grasped at a breast which she gripped tightly then rubbed with open palm, Between finger and thumb she pinched and rolled one nipple then the other. Inner delights of an impending orgasm caused to moan out loud.

Aware that his sexual partner was near to climax Pietr dropped his pants and liberated an erect and eager penis. Although in an uncomfortable crouch he pressed the head to Sari's vulva. At the slightest pressure she accepted him inside her. He drove home his phallus eliciting her cry of delight in his ear. Her arms pulled him to her, their mouths joining in a passionate kiss, sharing the mixture of the juice of grapes and juice of her sex.

“Is it a fine juice?”, asked Sari.

Licking his lips Pietr confirmed, “A fine effervescent juice.”