Champagne Showers (20 page)

Harrison turns and heads towards the screened porch. It houses more outdoor furniture, Viking range, flat screen TV, and a wine fridge. He comes back out with two chilled bottles of wine.

“These are two of the wines that we produce and specialize at Tower Vineyards. Chardonnay and Pinot Griggio for whites. We also have a Pinot Noir which is excellent.”

He opens both bottles, and pours me an oversize glass.

Before he has a chance to look up, I take a few steps towards the bubbling hot tub and strip down to nothing. Every article of clothing is now lying on the ground except for the gold necklace.

“Jesus, Danielle.” His smile is both delighted and naughty at the same time.

I give him a devilish smile and help myself to the sizzling hot water.

He grabs both glasses of wine and makes his way towards me.

“You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

He leans down and places my glass on the stone as he whispers in my ear, “You are doing a pretty good job of it, Danielle.”

My sheer amusement is written all over my face. So what is he going to do now, strip for me and jump in?

“I will be back. Just continue making yourself comfortable.”

Oh great. Now where is he off to? He has a completely naked woman with a glass of wine in his hot tub. Who in their right mind says ‘I will be right back’?

I grab the wine glass and take a sip of the cold Griggio. Mmmmm, this is divine. Who would have thought; Harrison Towers a wine maker and distributor among all the other ventures! How in the world did I end up here? Alright, I’ve got to ask him those questions I bargained with him for me to join him up here. He isn’t getting out of that one. The man is smooth, way too smooth for my own good. Not to mention he is oh so damn sexy.

Harrison returns with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, holding a galvanized bucket. He sets the bucket to the side of him and sits down on the cold stone, dangling his legs into the hot tub next to me. Music starts to play in the background on the surround sound speakers, soft but seductive. Okay, it’s sexier and I want to throw you down on the bed type of music. Delicious!

“Harrison, I think it’s time that you answer some of my questions.”

“You think so, do you? You are naked, hot, with hard nipples in my hot tub. Now is the time, huh?”

He throws back his glass of wine. “Alright, go ahead.”

Of course, he hasn’t slipped down in with me. What is the deal with that? Is he just teasing me or is he really not getting in with me? What does a girl have to do!?

“So, your family. Tell me about them, where do they live?”

“All of my family lives in Montreal, Canada. I am the only child, although I was raised with two of my cousins. They are like brothers to me, I consider them nothing less.”

“Are your parents retired?”

“Actually no. My family owns an import/export company in Montreal.”

“What kind of imports?”

“Danielle, honestly can we revisit this another time?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reaching over into the galvanized bucket and it almost sounds like ice swishing around in there. He moves closer towards me and throws one leg over, so now he is straddling me from behind, my head facing away from him.

“Okay, well what about all the calls you take where you talk in French, when I’m around?”

“Ne vous inquietez pas belle.”
He takes what I had guessed was a piece of ice and is running it along my shoulders.

“Dear God... Care to translate, Towers?” The shivers of pleasure of the cold ice and the hot water are making my whole body tense up.

He bends down and his lips brush my ears, “Don’t worry about it beautiful.”

“Harrison, honestly.”

“Shhhh... We are done with that conversation.”

He slips the piece of ice slowly halfway into my mouth, silencing me. It works. This is hot. He continues to drag it down my neck. I straighten my back with such erotic pleasure and my breasts lift out of the water. He lowers the ice to one of my nipples, circling around it gently and slowly until it becomes fully erect. He does the same to my other nipple, and now they are both fully ready and wanting his attention.

“Ah, Harrison...That feels...”

“Just let go.”

He trails the ice back up my shoulder and lifts my hair into a ponytail. He pulls a little roughly and tugs my hair back as he caresses my breasts.

“What are you trying to do to me Harrison..?”

I turn out from his grasp and come up on my knees, facing him. I’m in the perfect position to let loose on his cock. I grab the white towel that is perfectly twisted around his lower abs, and pull open both sides. He’s already firm and ready for my mouth.

“Now, it’s all about you. You won’t answer my questions... I may make you beg to answer me .”

Harrison takes a sharp intake of breath as I take my tongue and run it over his length, from base to crown.

I look up and Harrison is shoving both hands in his hair while keeping his gaze straight on me.

Curling my tongue around his cock, my hands begin to take over and stroke him hard, gliding my fingers and palm up and down his shaft. I plunge my mouth down around him again and make a low humming sound that drives him crazy.

“Fuck my cock with that sweet mouth of yours.”

Holy shit, I’m turning his crank. My tongue and touch is going to send him into a shattering orgasm. I want his cum all over my mouth. I want to feel it slide down my throat as I consume all of him.

“Take it, take it just like that,” he says while grabbing my head and again pulling my hair into a ponytail. Now he is in control of my rhythm and depth. My hands grip the insides of his thighs, pushing against his hold.

His body is begging for more so I thrust into him deeper and fuck his cock like he wants.

“I want you to cum for me, Danielle,” he orders.

He guides my hair and head back off his cock and grabs me. In one movement he has me straddling him. The air is cold and the chills send me to moaning loudly. He wraps his arms around me and slides them up and down my bare back as he kisses me like he will never see me again.

He grabs my ass and holds me tight. He stands on the first step of the hot tub and lowers both of us at the same time into the hot bubbling water. Mmmmmh, that feels so good. He attacks my lips, darting his tongue in and around, softly biting my lower lip. His hands are all over my body, feeling me up my hips and down to my thighs. He moves his legs farther apart as I am straddled over him to make more room between my wanting thighs. His force is so intoxicating. He can take me over any way he wants.

I slide one finger inside my pulsating “P”. The passion and the moment overtake me and I turn into a wanton seductress.

“I want it, I want you right here.” He starts to rub my clit in circles over and over, as he takes me into his mouth. One hand behind my head, the other on my swollen clit. Both of my hands glide over his hair that is now dusted with water and he has never looked hotter.

I release his hold on my lips and move my mouth to his ears, licking, sucking and taunting him. He forcefully grabs his erect cock and slams it into my ready and waiting “P”.

“I am going to fuck you over and over, Mr. Towers. Your hard cock inside me.”

His hips slam up to meet mine as I ram down onto him. Riding him hard, then slow, keeping an uneven pace to make him crave me, crave what he has inside of me. Teasing, taunting, and then ramming my hot “P” back down to his base. He fills me so full. I bite my lip to hold back the screams I want to set free.

“Make my “P” cum all over your cock. Make it cum hard.” I don’t recognize my own voice as the words spill out of my mouth.

With that, he lets out a growl so hard and thick that it rivets through my entire body. “When you cum, look at me.” He fixes his eyes on mine. I groan louder and he starts to cum hard, throwing his head back with all his muscles tensing. His full body cumming makes me climax too. My loud moaning makes him cum harder inside me. His body shakes as his orgasm tears through him. Our bodies stay connected and trembling from the intense ecstasy. Watching each other fall apart in our embrace.

The next day we spend a relaxing day exploring Hood River and lounging by the pool. By late afternoon I am dangling my legs in the cool water while Harrison is lazing on a lounge chair next to me. I am wearing a hot pink and black Hawaiian print two-piece string bikini with my hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“Danielle, I have an odd question for you.”

Oh, this has my interest piqued. With my large sunglasses on, I survey his hard body clad in European style light blue swim trunks. I look up into his face that is currently wearing a smirk.

“When we were having sex last night, you said something about your “P” cumming on my cock. Is your “P” referring to your pussy?” He chuckles softly.

Gasp! I would like to just dunk myself in this pool right about now! How fucking embarrassing!

He looks at me with eyebrows raised and the smirk is now filled with mirth.

Gah! “Yes, that does refer to my ‘PUSSY’. I am not a fan of the word so I shortened it to “P”. I know it sounds juvenile, but I have thought of it that way for years and actually have no intention of changing it now.” I am mortified and feeling a little defensive now.

He laughs out loud and looks straight at me. “I will try to remember not to use the forbidden word for your sake, but I happen to like it. Any other taboo words that I should know about?”

I shake my head at him and quickly run my hand through the water to splash him up his body and face. As he lunges out of his chair, I jump into the pool. Harrison is close behind me.  We wrestle and splash each other in the water for about an hour and then get out to get ready for the evening.

By 6:45PM, I’ve finally finished getting my hair and makeup done, courtesy of Team Glam in the pool house. Harrison had made arrangements for a local salon to come out the vineyard and make me look glamorous. He had also personally picked out this dress.  Wow. This dress is beyond anything I could ever imagine. Red silk, floor length that clings to my curves with a revealing back. 

I’m a little nervous, as I’m not fully aware of what exactly is in store for this evening. This must be something important to Harrison if his company is one of the main sponsors of the event. It puzzles me that he is being so vague about the event. It is obvious there is something that he wants to keep from me. Each time I have asked in the last 24 hours he has side stepped the questions. We are due to leave for the event soon and I am a pile of nerves.

As I step into the great room, I see Harrison sitting at the kitchen Bar with a glass of wine. He hears me enter the room and spins around on the barstool.

He whistles. “Danielle, you look absolutely stunning, as I imagined you would in that dress. Red suits you.”

“You look dashing yourself, Harrison.”

Harrison is in a tailored tux. It fits him perfectly. Very James Bond. Damn he’s hot and dangerous, two very thrilling combos.

He advances towards me with a glass of wine, which I presume is from his vineyard.

“Try this. It’s from our latest production. It will loosen you up a bit.”

“Loosen me up?”

“Yes, you seem nervous. To be expected I suppose.” He flashes me one his panty dropping smirks.