Sharing Our Wine

I saw her in the restaurant that night.
Starlight twinkled in her eyes as she smiled.
She captured my attention so I kept her in sight,
so unique in the crowd, I found I was beguiled.

Her head turned as she met my eyes across the bar.
I lifted my wine glass to her in a toast.
Smiling she returned the gesture from afar.
Oh beautiful smile! I knew then what I wanted most.

Strutting her way past people she came to sit with me.
As she raised her glass to her lips taking a drink,
she placed her left hand upon my knee.
I uttered my next words with my lust on the brink.

I asked to sample her delicious red wine;
from upon her lips, I said was the best way to taste.
She leaned close, joining her lips to mine,
as she sensually slide her hand up my leg without haste.

Our lips softly met in that first kiss;
her lips full, wonderful and pressed to mine.
The state of my arrousal her fingers did not miss
as we sat a while longer sharing our wine.

We left together though the night was yet young.
At her home little time was spent to disrobe.
When we kissed in passion, I made good use of my tongue,
as I nestled between her legs to tease and probe.

Our first sexual romp was fast and hot.
Acting like animals our hips moving quick.
Reaching orgasmic cries as she took my first shot;
our combined juices dripping and feeling quite slick.

Together we lay naked upon the sheet,
her body a glow in the soft moonlight.
Her fingers stroked me building my heat,
smiling again she squeezed her fingers tight.

She'd caught me off guard in her rough play,
but I was soon arroused and joined her for more fun.
As she lowered down upon my cock her pussy lips did splay,
lost in my lust I hoped to last until the rise of the sun.

My teeth and fingers teased upon her nipple.
In response her inner muscles did firmly squeeze.
When she moaned in her release I felt those muscles ripple,
screaming her name as I came, begging please!

As I dryed from my shower, she knelt upon the floor,
with her tongue and lips she teased by crown all around.
My hard cock slid in and out of her mouth, more and more.
Suddenly in a hot rush I came unable to utter a sound.

She ran her tongue slowly over her lips,
describing my taste as not too salty but defintely sweet.
I directed her to bed while I toyed with her nips.
Once there I went down to provide more treat.

I lowered my mouth to her pussy so wet;
my tongue traced the curl of her inner lips.
Giving her head made me as hard as I could get;
her taste was of spiced honey taken in small sips.

I played my tongue in a staccato rhythm upon her clit.
She vocalized the lyrics, a crescendo of her pleasure;
in orgasm so intense she spasmed as though having a fit.
I sucked upon her clit to lengthen that final measure.

I stood by the bed; she was on her knees.
My cock driving inward, over and over I thrust.
Sliding and stricking her walls within, she begged me please
to continue, not to stop, to reach her next orgasm was a must.

The first rays of morning arrived too soon.
In the last embrace she felt me respond as a male.
Departing though we'd prefer to lay naked again under the moon.
"For your next work trip", she said, as she gave me her e-mail.