She went downstairs to put away the wine she had gotten out for him.She went downstairs to put away the wine she had gotten out for him. She seldom drank wine herself; she disliked the taste. She paused, looking at the bottle. It was almost empty. "Am I sex-starved, or what?" she asked herself, as she noted the phallic shape of the bottle's neck. She picked up the bottle and one of her two crystal wineglasses and took them up to her bedroom and set them on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed and poured a little wine into her glass, admiring the way the clear liquid turned gold in the lamplight. First she sipped at it; then deciding that tonight she liked the flavor, she took a heartier swallow and finished it. She judged the amount of wine remaining in the bottle -- a little over a glassful. She poured half a glass, then decided against pouring in the remainder. She slipped off her loose silk nightshirt, the only garment she was wearing, and shivered a little as cooler air brushed her skin. She took a swig from the bottle, and then deliberately dribbled a few drops across her breasts. Her nipples began to pucker from the chill of the liquid. Leaning over, she licked the droplets off herself. Her nipples grew harder. Liking the sensation, she did it again. A little more wine came out of the bottle this time, and it trickled down her front. The white wine blended into the pale gold and peach tones of her skin. She set the bottle down again, and spread the wine across her abdomen with her fingertips. Again she licked the wine off her nipples, and then off her fingers, sucking them a bit. It felt good, and she sucked some more. Then she leaned over and sucked her nipples; first one, and then the other, raising the breasts with her hands and pointing the nipples up so she could reach them. They tasted of the wine and of something else; she wasn't sure what. She reached for the wine and dribbled it over her breasts again, enough this time to trickle all the way down to where the hair grew. |