Wine Tasting

I thought it was a little odd that we were asked to remove our clothes
at the door, but Brianna explained that it was just because they didn’t
want the red wine to stain anyone’s clothes. The fact was that it was
kind of sexy walking around in the big gallery with a whole bunch of
women wearing nothing but their undergarments. Everyone seemed to know
that they would be naked, because all their bras and panties were sexy
and in perfect condition. I marveled at their bodies, big breasts and
small, some with hairy muffs I could see through their panties, others
completely shaved, big round and small tight asses.

Maybe it was the combination of the wine and being so turned on from
all the half-naked women, but I walked over to Brianna, my breasts
brushing against her arm, and poured a small stream of the wine I was
holding down over her breasts. It soaked through the sheer material of
her bra, making her nipples hard, the sheer fabric clinging noticeably.

“What are you doing?” she asked, giggling.

“Just tasting the wine,” I said. I leaned over, running my tongue
down over her chest to her cleavage. Then I closed my lips over the
edge of her bra, sucking out the wine that had soaked into the fabric.
Brianna was shivering with excitement as I dipped my tongue down lower,
flicking it over her nipples, catching the few drops of wine that were
resting there.

“You’re turning me on,” she whispered.

“Good,” I whispered back. I poured some more wine over her breasts,
licking it and then getting on my knees so I could catch the drips that
were running down her stomach to her panties. I ran my tongue over the
moist cleft of her pussy through her panties, and Brianna shuddered and
came, just like that.

I paused to look around. It appeared I wasn’t the only one with a
novel idea for wine tasting. A few women had stripped completely
naked, and were offering their bodies for sampling. Other connoisseurs
would come up, pouring small amounts of wine onto their breasts, their
pussies, their necks, even the backs of their knees, and then licking
it up. The room smelled sharply of wine and wet cunts, and everywhere
women were moaning.

I pulled off my clothes and went to join a woman who was lying on the
table while three other woman licking wine off her body. Soon I was
surrounded too. I felt a trickle of wine along my pussy lips, and then
a tongue slipping between them. “Excellent bouquet,” the woman said.
Two more women were covering my breasts with the liquid, one with red,
one with white. I felt their tongues sliding over my skin, and then
they sucked on my nipples, dragging their teeth lightly over the
sensitive buds.

More and more, I gave in to the sensation of having wine poured onto
my skin, and then the soft and gentle touch of a female tongue or hand
on my body. My skin was sticky, and I was so aroused that each time
someone licked my clit, however lightly, I came hard. That made me
very popular, and women were lining up to taste wine off of me.

At the end of the night, we reclaimed our little black dresses from
the coat check and headed out into the air. When I went home that
night, the bath water was tinged with purple.