This is what you are provoking …

I want you to stand at the window in my apartment and gaze across the river.

I want you to feel my lips on the back of your neck, to turn and kiss me, to feel my hands running up your legs lifting your skirt.

I want you to be guided back to the sofa, to feel the coolness of the leather on the backs of your legs as we kiss and caress.

I want you to feel me guiding your knickers to one side and find you are already wet with anticipation, to gently wrap your legs around my back as I slide my fingers into you, as I want to make you mine…

We stop and I ask if you would like some Veuve Cliquot. You ask what I’ve got as you are very particular … Bolly, I reply, some of the Widow of course, a little Crystalle, a bit of the Dom and of course the Grande Dame of Veuve Cliquot ..

I think the Grande Dame is appropriate (1989 or 90, without doubt) as you are a great lady of distinction with exceptional potential.

You teased and aroused me throughout the evening and brought me near bursting point, but knew how far to go all evening with your toes, without pushing me over the edge. Not that I was backward either, as I had slipped off my shoe in the restaurant, caressed your legs and thighs and slipped my foot in between the top of your thighs and worked my way in and out of the outer edges of your engorged pussy but still managed to gently tickle and stroke your clit so it became as engorged as you had managed with my cock …

Both of us were definitely in need of refreshment.

I pop open the Grande Dame and pour out two crystal glasses of ice cold delight.

We toast each other, I take a sip and lean over and kiss you …… you accept my lips, my tongue and my cold liquid willingly into your mouth … the rush of liquid, a little unexpected almost causes you to gag ….