Whistler for the weekend

I can’t stop looking at the clock, one more hour. Time is just crawling. What if he doesn’t like me after the weekend? What if he realizes I’m a nothing? Maybe this is too soon, or too much. What if I bore him? Drew I hope you like me! What’s with these thoughts? My boss enters the room, making me jump.

“Miss Whyte, can you come to my office for a moment?”

“Yes, Mr. Todd.”

I walk behind him and feel very strange to be entering my bosses office without panties. Shit, this is quite a day. Thoughts of Drew lurk quietly on the edge of my conscience. What could Mr. Todd possibly want? My throat constricts at the thought of sitting in my bosses chair, maybe I can just stand.

“Have a seat Miss Whyte.” He motions to one of the two chairs in front of his desk. “I have a proposition for you.”

What?! “A proposition?” I squeak.

“I would like you to help with a gala we are hosting in August. Chateau Mouton Rothschild”s Paintings for the Lables will be here for a month and we want to kick it off with a wine and food evening. It’s for Artists who have painted famous wine lables and  I know you are friends with Jack Darcy, I just thought you could maybe help persuade him to lend a hand with the wine.” He smiles and rubs his hands together.

“Oh, I guess I could talk to him. I’m not too knowledgeable about his involvement with the wine industry but, I’ll talk to him for sure?”

“No, nothing like that Miss Whyte. You have been here a while and  I just thought it would be good for you to be involved in some of the fun stuff we do.”

“Ok. Is that all?”

“Yes, thank you. You’re are free to go have a nice evening.”

How does he know I’m ‘friends’ with Jack. Gala? Wow what a day, I think as I skip out the door, drawerless and all.

There he is casually dressed, handsome and so relaxed leaning against the Araura, in convertible mode.  A picture right off the pages of  GQ  magazine. Yum.  My grin freely spreads across my face, I can’t suppress my delight in this man. A weight of apprehension lays in my gut. Why I don’t know.

“Hi” he kisses me and  opens my door for me.

“Hi” I step into the car.            

He walks around and gets in, “do I need to make a stop at the library before we go?” raising one eye brow to me. I look down at my hands, rubbing them together.

 “What?” he has a frown in his eyes, taking hold of my fingers, stopping my motion.

“I’m nervous.”

“No Lib, don’t be, it’s going to be great. I’ve got the perfect wine picked out for tonight and  I’ll cook us dinner. If you want there is live music in the Olympic bowl, tonight as well as tomorrow. If you want we can stay in bed all weekend and let  me feed you and meeting your every need.” He winks. “We will really get to know each other better, I like that.”

“ Stay in bed!” I giggle nervously “sounds tempting.”

Pulling away from the curb, my thought ramble through senerios I imagined all day. “We’ll grab you stuff and be on our way.” Traffic is fairly light for a Friday. We manage to get out of town in an hour, even with the inquisition at the apartment by the boys. Phone  numbers, return time and itinerary, well maybe it wasn’t that bad but, embarrassing just the same.

Winding around the curves, my hair whipping in the air, I enjoy the view, it’s a beautiful drive. My mind tumbles with thoughts of the weekend ahead.

“Penny for your thoughts.” He touches my hand.

“I was just admiring the scenery.” I grin.

“Me too.”  Smiling his hand moves to my thigh and he rest his finger tips on the inside of my almost bare leg. “This really is a great color on you, baby.” I swallow and remain silent.

We arrive at his house and my stomach is filled with knots.
“I’ll get your door.” He announces.

“Ok” I sit tight, watching him walk around to my side. He’s graceful, relaxed and everything a young man ought to be. Opening my door, he stretches his hand to me and I take hold stepping out. Standing there in front of him I’m a mix of emotion, excited, scared, nervous and happy.

He engulfs me with a hug and breathes in my hair. “Are you ok? You have hardly said two words on the way up here. I hope I haven’t done anything to upset you.”

“What?! No, You’re incredible,  I’m little nervous.” Mixed feeling swirl in me.

“I’ll grab the bags and take them upstairs, then we’ll have a glass of wine.”

”Is it ok if I have a quick shower first?”

“Of course, whatever you want. You can use the shower off the bedroom.”

“Ok”

I follow as he takes our bags upstairs, to his room and watch as he puts everything in the closet. It truly is a gorgeous room, tranquil and airy.

“We can unpack later, have your shower, then let’s have some wine.” Taking my hand he leads me to the shower.

“Towels are there,” he points, “just yell if you need anything else.” I hurry to shower, bubbling over with raw nervous energy, and join him in the kitchen.

He opens a small fridge under the island and pulls out a bottle of wine. “Road 13 Chenin Blanc 2008, light, crisp, intensely fruity from 45 year old vines. Absolutely the best in it’s class. Perfect with oysters.” He fills two wine glasses and hands me one. “To our weekend together.” We clink and I take a sip.

“Mmm, this is delicious.”

“Tell me what you taste,” his eyes are smiling.

I take another sip and close my eyes. “Apples, I think and maybe  licorish? It’s quite acidic.” I open my unsure eyes.

“Good girl! You  have a terrific pallet.” His hand spreads wide behind my head so, he’s touching  my neck and pulls me close, to kiss my forehead. my “Relax Baby. You’re so tense, right here in your neck.” whispering against my skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. What can I do to help you relax?” He starts to gentley massage my shoulders and neck.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

“Have another drink,” he bids.

I sip one more mouthful and he continues to rub my shoulders. Soft, circular movements, that start to calm me and I feel the tension drifting away. He stops suddenly and drops his hands.What was that all about? Then I realize he’s a little nervous too. Why?

“Hungry?”

“A bit”

He grabs a platter out of the cupboard and puts it on the counter. “Do you like oysters?” opening the freezer, removing the ice bin he fills the platter with ice.

“Yes, I do. I love them.” I watch as he grabs a bag of oysters and three lemons out of the fridge, placing them on the counter beside the platter.

“Could you slice these, there is a cutting board in there,” he nods to a drawer, and a knife in there, he nods to a second drawer. “Oh and a shucker.

“Ok” I can do this.

“Thank you, sweetie. Kiss.”

I look at him and he’s waiting for me to kiss him.

Handing over the shucker I lean in to him and kiss him on the lips, brief but, affective. Nice.

Opening the oysters and placing it on the bed of ice, looks so, mouth watering.  Squeezes some lemon on one and tells me “open.” I obey and he slides an oyster into my mouth.

“Good?”

“Mmm. Delicious.”

“They’re Kusshi oysters, the best. They are tumbled before they are a year old, creating a deep cup. Sweet.”

I pick up an oyster and mimic him. “Open,” I smile and tip one in his sexy mouth.

“Mmm.” He swallows. “Thank you.” Grinning, “you are so, sexy. More?”

I nod yes. “Open” I oblige and he feeds me another one. “You know what they say about oysters darling?”

“They are an aphrodishiac?” I answer shly.

“No! They are full of iron. Is that all you ever have on your dirty mind Missy, sex?” laughing out loud at me, “I’m so, shocked!” I smack his chest and I laugh too. “My turn, feed me!”  giggling I feed him another. Then he picks up one more oyster and bring it to my open mouth, and at the last moment he tips it into his own. “Hey! What was that?!” I scold.

“Oh, so sorry, did you want that one? Here I’ll feed you another one.”

“What! You are such a tease!”

He picks up another and then tips it into my mouth, I swallow and he holds the wine up to my lips and I drink.
“What do you taste now?”

My eyes open wide. “Honey and I don’t know, cherry I think, with a bit of spice, maybe?”

“Very good Libbie, quince. The oysters bring out a quince flavor.” He kisses my lips, “still nervous?”

“Not as much.” I smirk.

“Ready to try something else?”

“Uhun!”

He opens the fridge again and pulls out a small pottery bowl. “Do you like fish?”

“Yes.”

He picks an orange morsel, “Open”

I once again do as I’m told and open wide.

“You have two fillings Libbie,” he pops a piece of smoked salmon in my mouth. I close my mouth pronto and glare at him, slightly flushed.
“Never mind my fillings! That was tastey by the way.”

“Would you like another?”

“Yes.”

Putting a chunk of salmon on my tongue, I savor it, the taste is scrumptious, “Yum!”

“It is absolutely the best smoked salmon, Hardy Bouys! They have a plant in Port Hardy and I’ll have to take you there some time. It’s a beautiful part of the world.” He pops another piece in his mouth, chews it then swallows. “Want another?”

“Yes! Feed me another.” I demand, smirking.

Opening his mouth he puts a bite of fish on his toungue and holds there and leans towards me, mouth open, waiting. Fuck. He wants me to eat off his tongue? I move closer and encase his tongue with my mouth, taking the morsel and sucking his tongue in the process. His hand wrap around my waist. Horny. I keep the fish tucked in my molars, grab him by the shoulders and prolong the suction. Breaking away I finish chewing and swallow, “Mmm! Good.”

“Mmm good,” his voice is low and seductive. He picks up my wine tips it to my mouth.

“This wine is so good, too.” I swallow.

“My turn.”

I pick up his glass and tips it into his waiting mouth. “Oops, sorry.” I pour too fast and it runs down his chin. I quickly open my mouth to suck the drips before they drop. His whisker are a little rough under my tongue. One more kiss on his jaw.

“Did you do that on purpose?” his right eyebrow is cocked in suspition.

“NO!” I protest, looking up through my lashes.

Releasing me  he steps to the sink and grabs a towel, wiping his chin. “Let’s go for a walk.” Coming back to the island he scoops up  the dishes and places them into the sink.

“Ok.” Downing the rest of my wine in one hurried gulp, I feel  unsure about this 180 turn.

“Wow, thirsty?”

“Yup,” putting my fingers to my lips, I giggle nervously.

“It’s warm now but the evenings can be cool and WET” he over articulates the word wet, “sometimes as you know, maybe we should grab our coats.” Brushing the side of my breast with the back of his finger, his eyes are beaming and I know it’s  with superbly evil memories of getting caught in the rain.

My eyes widen as I let out an very audible gasp.

What is this dance were doing? I’m on the edge of ripping your clothes off right now. Why is he teasing me like this? I tighten my  muscles between my thighs to fight off my persistant warm ache. Pulling my neck with his hand he gives me a peck on my lips and turns walks out of the room. Putting my hand up to my mouth I breathe a breath into my palm, and smell, just make sure it’s not my breath that’s sour. Nope. I skip behind him and follow him right up the stairs in to the bedroom, our room. Well for the weekend anyway. A girl can dream can’t she?

“John Mayer  is playing in an outdoor concert and I thought it might be fun to go see him. What do you think?”

“Perfect!” I bubble.

Throwing me my coat and grabbing his he tries to step by me and I’m in his way. Going the other way I step there too. We wobble back and forth trying to step around each other and end up mimicking each others’s movements. I start to laugh, I mean really laugh, a loud hardy gut splitting laugh. Then joining me, Drew laughs too. Laughing so hard, and can’t stop, finally we calm and then that’s when I realize what’s going on, he’s nervous. Me here alone with him, he’s just as nervous as I am. That’s what the dancing around me is, teasing then walking away, it’s nerves. Why? He’s Mr. I’ve-got-this, Mr.Smooth and I’m the gangly kid, what’s he got to be nervous about? Placing my hand on his jaw, I take a moment and look deeply into his eyes, making sure he’s looking at me, I lean up and kiss him. A sweet sensual  kiss, nothing too dramatic or overpowering just a I’m here because I want to be with you kiss. I breath in and his after shave in intoxicating, he’s warm and soft and safe. His whole body just relaxes and I feel it too, a calm quiet connection, heaven.
“You are so, beautiful Baby.” He squeezes me tight in a familiar embrace.

“You are so sweet Mr. Darcy.” scanning his face, “Let’s go for that walk now.”

“Here I’ll carry your coat,” he takes my coat in one hand, my hand in the other and together we walk out to see the world. Heaven.

The concert is fabulous. I can’t keep still, swinging wildly “Waiting for the world to change”, “what a great song!” Then he sings ‘Slow dancing in a burning room’. I feel Drew’s hand around my waist and he pulls my other hand up to his shoulder and we start to move together. Hips against hips, chest to breast and Drew holding me tightly we slowly dance to the sexy rythym. My face pressed against his shoulder, I can smell is aftershave and feel him tighten his grip around my back, now I want to go home. I want to be naked lying down with this man, my man. The song ends and he whispers in my ear, “I want to take you home.”

Looking into his dreamy blue eyes, melting at how seductive his voice is. “I want that too.”

Holding my hand he guides me through the crowd, to the exit and we head home. While we are walking he mentions to me,  “A friend of mine has a company called skyline eco adventures. I said we’d meet him for a beer sometime over the weekend,” he watches for a reaction, “actually I maybe mentioned 11am tomorrow. If that is ok with you?”he looks unsure.

“Ok sure! I’m game. I want to meet your friends!” I’m chipper.

We walk together chatting about the music in the bowl and our favorite bands, past and present. I can’t believe how in tune we are each other’s taste in music, The Stones, Eric Clapton, Queen Michael Jackson, Jack has been to way more concerts and all over the world, I’m envious.  As we approach Jack’s house, I feel the anxiety build. Why am I so nervous?  Unlocking the door Jack looks at me and asks “Would you like another glass of wine?” We step inside and  kick off our shoes, “yes I’d love one,” hoping wine will take the edge off my uneasiness. Hoping up on a tall chair, I sit at the island in the kitchen.  I admire his tastes, rich brown marble counter, black slate tile floor, cherry stained cabinets, stainless steel chef’s stove, so well laid out, this kitchen is a woman’s dream, right out of a magazine.
“Did you decorate this kitchen yourself?” Man that was a silly question. How gay!

“Yup, right down to the knobs on the cupboards. I love this room, it my favorite part of this whole house.  My crown and glory is this Viking AR, it’s a terrific stove. I love cooking and this range empowers  me, making me feel like a chef.” Jack’s face lights up like a Christmas tree, “I had a hand in building this whole house. I guess that’s why I feel such a strong attachment to it, this is home to me.” He’s beaming and his elation is infectious, I can’t help but, beam back at him.

“You’re very proud of this house aren’t you?!”

“Very!”

“I love that! You should be, it’s a beautiful house.”

“Your wine madam.”

“Why thank you sir.”

“I guess that’s why I’m so, nervous, trying to make a good impression, I’m worried you’re not going to like my the house.” His arm twists around my middle, pulling me towards him so, he’s standing between my legs, looking eye to eye our noses are inches apart. “It’s important to me that you like this house.”

“I love the house that Jack built.”

Giving me a quick peck on the lips, “you are so elevating. I always feel so vital when I’m with you.” Pulling me closer his nose is at my temple. “Why do you always… smell… so… good? Intoxicating.  I want you every minute of the day,” rubbing his hand up and down my back, “and night.”

“I wear chloe body cream?” I giggle.

His warm mouth engulf my ear lobe and gently sucks. “I should buy shares in chloe body cream.” I giggle again. Moving slowly to my neck just below my ear still sucking and softly nipping, I feel heavenly.

“Hungry?” he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

“Not starving, just, I liked what you were just doing. I’m ok if you don’t stop.”

“Let me feed you.”

“Feed me?”

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He turns away and turns back, placing both hands on either side of my face and kisses me deeply, a long open mouth kiss, taking my breath away, then leaves the room, leaving me wanting and wondering.

Only gone a minute he’s back in front of me “close your eyes,” I do and I feel him wrap something around my eyes. “I’m going to blind fold you Baby.” He kisses my lips. I moves away and I can hear the fridge open and bottles clinking. Something is being placed on the marble counter, it make a hollow sound as it’s set down. He’s opening cupboards and closing them, the fridge one more time.
“I hope you’re not going to over stuff me, it sounds like you’ve got a lots of food.”

“Shhh,” his lips are back at mine. “Open.” He pops a mosel of something in my mouth.

“Mmm, what is that? Goat cheese and sweet something. Delicious.” I swallow. “Honey.”

“Yes Sugar. Again open.” Giggling I open. Placing a round cool marble on my tongue, I close my mouth and he lets his finger linger, pulling it out with a smack of suction.

I bite and salty juices squirt my mouth. “That’s an olive, stuffed with something.”

“Shhh, Baby just taste.” he kisses me again.”Drink”

“That’s not the same wine, that’s richer, the saltiness bring out so much flavor.”I think it’s red but, that’s all I can make out.

“Good girl,” he kisses me again only he slips his tongue in my mouth. As our tongues play that game of give and take, I feel that desire spread like syrup through me. My breast tingles with hunger and my sex starts to feel heavy with moisture.

He pulls away, “open.”

“I was open”

“Shhh, do as you’re told woman.” He laughs placing another bit of cheese and honey on my tongue. I swallow then the wine glass touches my mouth again.

“That wine is delicious is it yours?”

“Shhh,” his lips are at my ear, “I trying to set a mood here, girl” laughing.

“Oh, I’m already there, Jack.” Wiggling a little to combat the ache that’s beginning.

“Hush. Open. Tongue.” He pours a thick, sweet, liquid on my tongue and lets it drizzle over my lips and chin.

“Ahh, Jack!” His mouth is on mine, sucking my tongue, my lips, and my chin.

“You are so fucking sexy.” His finger brushes my nipple. Letting out a moan, I reach for his legs.

“No, no touching baby.”

“What?”

His finger is at my lips, silencing me.

“Open again.” This time it’s just his finger but, it sweet and crunchy with sugar.
“Again,” I cry out. He sticks his sweet finger in my mouth and I roll my tongue around it slowly and withdraws it just as slowly.

“Open.”

Augh! Hey!! Wht was that!?”

“Mustard.” Laughing uncontrolaby, “sorry sweetheart. I couldn’t resist.” He kisses me again. “Open.”

“No.”

“Open, I’ll make it worth your while,” his hand touches my cheek, “I promise.”

I do as I’m told but, feel this is enough of this game. Sweet, juicy, yum, “Strawberries!”

He kisses me quickly. “Open. Open wide…wider…wilder, come on honey as wide as you can,” he laughing. “Ready?”

“Uhun.”

The loud noise makes me jump but, I recognize the taste. “hip ceam,” I say with my mouth full, laughing. Jacks mouth is on mine and his tongue is sharing the creamy goodness of the whipped cream. Sweet and cool, sexy and hot, I’m a muttle of extasy. Touching my nipples again, I moan in his mouth. Rolling them softly, I start to squirm towards him. I feel him tug at the shoulders of my dress, “will this slide down?”

“I think so, let me do it.”

“No, I’ll undress you.” He slips the dress down to my waist and unhooks my bra, sliding it off too.

Spouting whip cream on my nipples I jump again at the sound. “Auh!” It’s cool  but, I feel his hot mouth on my right then my left, my best one. “Hmm” I reach for him, grabbing his mane. Sucking and softly biting.

“Jack!”

“Shh” his tongue like the end of my nipple and swirl around.

“Ahh,” I crave him now, take me. Reaching for him he stops my hands, “Just relax and enjoy this Baby.” Kissing my neck he move as slow as pond water to my shoulders and back down to my breast. Sucking till I feel I can’t stand it anymore. I’m dripping.

“Jack”

“Stand up princess.” He asks sweetly and he slides my dress down and my lace panties at the same time. I’m naked and I’m sure he’s fully dressed. Not fair.

“Jack,” like whispering his name will ease me.

“Quiet, my lovely lady.” he kisses my knee.

“Oh.” Sensation everywhere, I don’t know where it’s coming from next. This is very erotic. Them my inner thigh, inch by inch he moves up my legs at a snails pace. I’m starting to throb. I’m going to burst right here right now.

“Jack,” I whimper.

He climbs higher and higher until he’s at the apex of my thigh. “Lift your foot, here.” My foot is resting on the rung of the chair he was just sitting in, so I’m exposed to him. Then I feel his tongue there at my sex.

 “Auuuh!”

“Just relax, Baby. Feel me.” Sliding his finger in me pushing against the wall next to my clitoris feels exquisite. His tongue swirls around my clit. So much sensation. I start to climb and my muscles tighten.

“Jack. I can’t, I’m standing.”

“Relax. Lean back baby.” Sliding back against the chair, I know I won’t be long. “Jack!” I hear him muffled and I totally lose control, detonating  a wave of ecstasy. Ablaze, I feel like I’m coming apart. “Oh God.” My body shakes and shivers. “His mouth sucks  my nipples. “Oh!”

Then my lips and I taste myself on his mouth. Salty. Sexy! I kiss him back while I come down from my orgasm. “Turn and lean against the island.” I do as I’m told. He runs his hand down my bare bottom and back up again. “I want to take you like this, from behind,” I feel his erection against me. “You are so fucking sexy. You have the best ass  Baby.”

“Mmm,” I’m ready again.

Leaning over the counter I willingly spread my legs apart so he can have his prodigious way with me. I’m hungry for more, Jack what have you done to me? I’m turning into a wanton bad girl.

He’s hard in me  with one quick thrust and I gasp. “Ok Baby?”

“Yes.” Better than ok. He thrusts again and doesn’t stop over and over he pushes into me and as he picks up his pace so do I meeting him, pushing back into him. Harsh, rough, and relentlous  reaching around for my harden nipple and queezes, making me cry out. This feels so raw and needy. Not wrong just carniveral.

“You are so beautiful.” And together we both lose control. My muscles tighten again, I explode as he reaches his release.

“Fuck!” he cries.

I lay my head on the cool marble counter, exhausted.

“Libberation.” He blirts.

“I start to laugh and stop realizing my muscle with push him out long before I want to. I like his full feeling inside me.

His hand is smoothing my butt cheeks.

“I love your ass baby.”

“My fat ass.” I giggle.

 “No your sexy ass,” his voice is low and sexy and I feel him twinge inside me.

“That’s what that sexy ass does to me baby.” He smacks me hard on my bottom, squeezes my cheek and pulls out of me. Untying my blind fold he turns me and kisses my lips.
“Hot tub?”

“Ok”

“You go get in and I’ll bring the wine and grab some towels.”

Should we shower first?”

“Yeah, there is a shower just beside it on the wall. No body can see us back there.”

“Ok.”

We linger and cuddle and kiss in the warm water. I don’t want this time to end. He is amazing. Kind, gentle, paitient, and sexy as a fucking God, how did this happen. Why me?

“You ok princess?” he’s rubbing my shoulders and my chest.

“Unhun, wonderful.”

“Are you sure?”

“Heavenly.”

“It’s been quite a day, if it’s ok with you maybe we can head up to bed after this soak. I’m beat.”

“That sounds good, I’m feeling pretty exhausted too.”