Page 76 of By Invitation Only
And then I walked away.
I walked to the stand in front of the refrigerated glass box, and paid for Peyton and me to have a vodka tray each that contained six different samples. It theoretically equaled three shots. I also told the host that we wouldn’t need an instructor and to only bring the trays in and leave because we’d done the experience before and only wanted to try more of their selection. The host agreed.
When I turned to see if Peyton was coming, I saw her grab the coat from the attendant. She hesitated, and the host stepped inside the box to pour our samples. I met Peyton’s stare, and she motioned that she was going to the loo. I smiled. I wasn’t sure how she was going to pull coming in without any trousers or knickers on. As she left, I distracted the host so he didn’t realize that she took the coat with her.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Peyton walked in, her purse on her shoulder. I had to fight everything in me not to touch her. We weren’t the only ones in the tasting room. A handful of people stood around the center counter, sipping their samples. From the restaurant, you could see inside the room, and again, I had no idea if anyone was here that we knew (besides Lorelei and Randy). When I looked out the window, I saw Randy talking to Lorelei at her table.Good thinking, mate. Distract the friend.
The host poured our twelve clear samples, and then he turned his attention to the other patrons, asking if they had any questions.
“If we turn our backs and lean against the glass, no one will tell it’s us,” I said, motioning with my head to the glass windows. Only the center three panels were floor to ceiling, the other four (two on each side) were half walls, and would be perfect for me to find out what was under Peyton’s coat.
“Okay,” she said and moved. I followed. Once she was in the corner, and I was beside her, I dropped my hand and laced our fingers.
“Show me,” I ordered.
Peyton turned her head and looked up at me. “What?”
I grabbed a shot glass and handed it to her, then grabbed one for me. “Take my hand and show me what’s under your coat while we sample this delicious vodka.”
After a few moments, she moved closer to me, our shoulders pressed together, and then she pulled my hand in front of her. She slipped our adjoined hands through the slit of the coat that was being held together by only buttons. My body shielded anyone from seeing, though no one was paying attention to us nor could they see. With our coats camouflaged together as one, she pressed my hand to her heat. She was burning despite the twenty-eight-degree box that caused our breath to come out as smoke.
“Is this what you were looking for?”
I sucked in a breath and groaned. “Yeah.” I slipped two fingers inside of her. “And, of course, you’re wet.”
Peyton spread her legs a little, welcoming me as she casually downed the vodka she was holding. I shot mine back, reached my arm out and set my empty glass back on the tray. I did the same for her, and then got us two more all while my fingers continued to work her velvet pussy.
I took the other shot and whispered, “I want to fuck you against the window so fucking bad.”
She groaned and took her shot. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
My dick throbbed against my trousers, and Peyton’s arousal dripped down my hand. I didn’t care who the fuck was watching. We quickly downed three more shots, and I couldn’t tell you if they tasted any different from each other. What I knew was that it burned as it went down. All my focus was on Peyton’s shallow breaths, her pussy clenching my fingers and forcing myself not to unzip my trousers, bend her over, and fuck her right here.
We each had one shot left, but instead of reaching for it, I took my slick fingers and rubbed her clit vigorously.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
I leaned down to her ear. “After this, I’m taking you home and fucking you so hard that we’ll have to stay in bed tomorrow because you won’t be able to walk.”
I wasn’t sure if that was possible. What I knew was my dick was aching to the point that, if I didn’t find release soon, I was going to come like a boy looking at his first tittie magazine before he got his trousers down. At my words, Peyton let go. Her pussy convulsed, and she turned her mouth against my shoulder to stifle her moan of ecstasy.
Maybe I wouldn’t go to the gym in the morning. Because now, I had an entirely different workout in mind.
