Wine Tasting Weekend

I was working in the city on a temporary, secondment and even though I'm not much of a drinker, I thought I might enjoy a wine tasting tour that coming weekend. It often involves not much more than a sip and a spit, plus it would be a group activity where I'd learn about grape varieties (a valuable topic when speaking with Oenophiles) and meet some new people.

Unable to find any standard tours that interested me, I logged onto an adult website and found an evening wine tasting, that also offered overnight accommodation. Thinking there'd be more to it than wine, an evening with a group of sex-positive people, I thought, why not?

That Saturday I packed an overnight bag and drove a hire car out of the city, looking forward to just being myself, completely dropping the corporate facade.

I arrived around 3pm, not wanting to be the first guest to arrive on the dot of 2. Check-in went smoothly and I was given a keycard to my room. It was my lucky day - I was upgraded to a Vineyard View Room, as there had been a last minute cancellation.

The first wine tasting was at 4pm. It was as I expected, predominantly educational and sadly a bit dull - but I surveyed the group and noticed a diverse gathering. Who would be here overnight I wondered? At the end of the presentation we were offered some discounted wines to purchase and for those who were staying overnight, invited to dine on the terrace at 6pm.

I showered and changed into a softly contouring, wrap-around dress and made my way to the terrace's dining area. There were two long, Medittaranean-style tables, situated under Wisteria laden arches. A group of people I recognised from earlier waved and beckoned for me to join them.

We were all there for the sensuous and erotic, evening's main event. I had no idea how much fun was ahead of me, nor did the others as this was the first of its kind. I was however inspired by the numerous attractive, men at the table, especially the new faces who hadn't attended the earlier session. I also noted that an even amount of men and women were now present.

Dinner over, a gong was sounded and we were formally invited to a different, wine tasting room than where the earlier session was held. We followed our host into a beautifully lit, tastefully decorated venue. Plump floor cushions lined the walls and sofas were set up for discussion - and connection - in the middle.

The women were requested to follow our winery host and were led into an adjacent room. We were asked to remove our tops and bras, face a wall and step forward, towards the circular markings on the wall, placing our nipples against them. There were multiple, gas lifted platforms all along the wall, to accommodate for women of all heights.

As directed, we pressed our nipples against the circles, the gas lift platforms titled slightly forward and as the circular holes opened up, our breasts fell into the holes.

The men in the main room had not known what to expect but we heard their exclamations as a wall of nipples and breasts were offered for wine tasting. One by one the men worked their way down the line of anticipatory nipples, pouring wine on them, satiating their thirsts, both physically and sexually. It must have been a sight to behold - but neither phones nor cameras were permitted, the image had to be savoured, much like the wines.

After an amazing but seemingly brief time, the platforms and the women leaned back and the wall circles closed again. We dried ourselves with the towels provided and got dressed, before returning to the event's primary room. We re-entered the room and wondered which lips had brought us to such lusting heights. I for one was wet and it wasn't from spilt wine.

Now it was our turn for a taste of grapes and more! The men left and us women watched the same wall in anticipation but nothing happened.
Behind us we heard a sliding noise. The men had been led to a room on the opposite side of the room, asked to strip from the waist down, step onto similar platforms, told to kneel down and lean their cocks against similar, decorative wall circles. Their cocks were offered to us all, through height accessible, glory holes and we all appreciated the placement of those cushions alongside the wall.

One by one we moved along the wall, each cock offering a new grape variety - we dipped their cocks into our wine glasses so as not to ruin our clothes. The heady mix of the smell of sex and wine was such a turn on. I've always been orally fixated and I relished licking and sucking all of the cocks. It's not always the size of a cock that can attract or satisify me. The aesthetic, smell and taste is just as desirable.

There was no chance of any face fucking; the women were in complete control. Some deep throated repeatedly, others repoured their favourite wine and relished both as much cock and wine as was possible.

My final cock was perfectly formed and full of promise - it was my last wall cock. I licked its length, pursed my lips at the tip, engulfed his length and swirled my tongue, bringing the unknown man to the brink a few times. Sliding his cock into my warm mouth and teasing it with my tannin-tingled tongue, I could hear him moaning. The sound increasted my lust. I sat back, caught my breath and relished the vision, which left us both wanting.

This wasn't quite the sip and spit experience I'd expected but my interest in wine had suddenly grown!