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quite some time now. “How about a Cabernet?” I
asked.
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking. I have a few bottles
here of some very rare reds from the late 1990s.”
    “Where from?”
    “Napa Valley. These wines are exquisite. The owner of the
winery is a personal friend of mine.” He popped the bottle of red open with a
fancy automated wine bottle opener.
    Of course he is, I thought to myself. What billionaire
wouldn’t have a friend that owns a sprawling winery in Napa Valley? “Sounds
good to me,” I said.
    “Here, take a sip of this,” he said as he walked over to
hand me an enormous wine glass filled half way with the decadent elixir. I took
the glass from him and gave it a quick sniff and a swirl. I had to look the
part considering it probably was a very, very expensive bottle of wine.
    “And?”
    I sipped the wine ever so slowly, allowing it to flicker on
my tongue. The wine had these incredible tannins, and as it made its way down
my throat, it felt like a smooth velvety concoction lingering for just long
enough to symbolize perfection. It was inexplicably good. I looked at him
intently after that first sip, giving him an eyeing approval in my lustful
stare. “Incredible.” That was all I could say.
    “I thought you would think so. At three thousand dollars a
bottle, it better be,” he said very coyly. He was certainly good at playing
this game of push and pull.
    I tried not to choke up the mouthful of wine that I had in
my mouth after he said it. Three thousand dollars, I thought to myself. I mean,
I have expensive taste, but that takes the cake. “Worth every single last
penny, if I might say so myself.” As I looked over at the bar, he had two rows
of the bottle lined up. It looks like we were going to be in for some night.
    *****
    As the wine bottle wound its way down, and he opened the
second, we made our way into the bedroom. “This was it,” I thought to myself.
He was finally going to be mine. All mine. I had been waiting for this moment
for so long that my legs were quivering just thinking about it. I hadn’t felt
this kind of lust for a man in years, and like a vulture circling his prey, I
was looking to make my kill.
    As we walked into the bedroom, just as we were entering
through the door, he forcibly grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, and
gave me the most passionate, loving kiss. His tongue caressed its way into my
mouth, as it did a dance with mine in a perfect synchronized manner. We were
entangled, against the wall, and he grabbed my right leg, reaching under my
skirt and lifted my knee to his chest. I was in heaven.
    I moaned.
    He moaned.
    He ran his hand up my ankle, around the inner part of my thigh,
then slowly made his way down, and down, until he reached the wet, pulsating
flesh behind my panties. All the while, he was kissing me in the most erotic
manner, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there. He came back
up to meet my stare and I threw my arms around his neck, and dove further into a
rapturous kiss.
    I moaned.
    I started undoing my blouse while we were still slammed up
against the wall and he was kissing me deeply, and I exposed my large supple
breasts that were still harnessed by my bra, and he dove in like a child
starved for his mother’s milk. It was incredible. He kissed in and around my bare
breasts, pulling my bra just far enough so he could suck on the nipple every
now and then, and I was yearning for more.
    He led me into the master bedroom of the presidential suite,
and clicked a button on the wall that lowered the shades from the ceiling, which
darkened the room considerably. I barely had a chance to survey the incredibly
decadent room, with a grand fireplace at the far end, which also sported an
enormous modern steel poster bed. The luxurious furnishings and finishes in the
room were nothing short of exquisite.
    He could barely keep his hands off me, and when we got to
the bed, he threw me down onto the covers and pressed up