Blame the wine, Part 4

I kicked off my heels as I left the kitchen, inched my skirt down through the dining room and tossed my shirt over the end of the couch once I reached them. He hadn't noticed my return but I caught her eyes as I kneeled down next to her. My hand trailing her back, finger tips caressing her silk covered ass. I slipped a hand underneath her, cupping her wetness. She opened her legs further for my

Blame the wine, Part 3

The wine or not, I was extremely turned on by the time we were in the elevator. My hand reached for the front of his dress pants while she pressed her breasts against me in a rushed kiss. Reaching behind me I felt her hand on top of mine as his excitement grew. I turned her around, between him and I, her bottom pressed against his raging hard on. My hands snaking up her skirt, feeling her wet

Blame the wine, Part 2

We found out she had been set up on a blind date by her best friend. And at the last minute her friend had backed out of coming but she decided to test the waters anyway. Such a brave soul, we kidded her. The wine flowed as we talked and flirted.

She scooted closer to me to whisper in my ear how lucky I was to have such a handsome man with me. I winked at her and told her I had no problem

Blame the wine, Part 1

"What do you think of her?" he leaned over and asked. I looked across the way at the lovely woman sitting alone. She had beautiful long brown hair and a very irritated look on her face.

"She is beautiful but I think her evening isn't going a she had planned." I remarked.  I reached for my purse then quickly wrote 'Would you care to join us?" on a napkin and waved the waiter over.

"Would you