Chapter 3

"So just what DID Dolores tell you about me?" I asked.

Patricia played with the drying curls of my hair as she answered, "She said you were looking for an adventurous woman who was not afraid to try new things, and wouldn't judge you for what you liked. She also told me about the questions she asked you and your answers."

"So that's what that was all about!" I said, thinking back, "I thought those questions were a little odd at the time, but we'd discussed stranger things, so I didn't worry myself about it. She must have had you in mind when we had that conversation."

"Poor Dolores is really an adventurous soul, herself," Patricia said, "but her Catholic upbringing doesn't let her enjoy it. She and I have had some blissful times together, but the guilt got to be too much for her, so we had to stop having sex. She's still my dearest friend. Do you know that in the ten years I've known her, she's never asked for or accepted any of the things my money could have gotten for her, even though she knew I'd give them freely?"

"I didn't know that," I said, "but it doesn't surprise me. Dolores, for all her beauty and brains, is a humble person. She's been my best friend since college, and all we've ever needed of each other is that friendship."

"And a little friendly sex now and then!" Patricia said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Is that a problem for you?" I asked, seriously.

Patricia thought for a moment, as if examining her feelings on the matter.

"No," she said, "not really. I can see myself getting jealous of you with other lovers, but not Dolores. Besides, I don't think I have the right to be possessive of you just yet."

"You know," I mused, "maybe it's time we gave each other that right."

"Really?" the mask of sophistication slipped for just a moment, and I glimpsed an insecure young lady underneath, "This..." she flipped her limp cock upward with one hand, "... doesn't change your mind about me?"

"It changes something about this relationship." I replied, "I think only time will tell just what those changes are, outside the bedroom, but personally, I'd like to stick around and find out. It's not a trivial thing, Patricia, and I won't try to pretend it is, but so far, I don't feel it's diminished my feelings for you, only added another dimension. But what about you? Can you still respect a man who so willingly let's you use him like that?"

"I love that you're strong enough in your sense of self that you don't have to protect your ego in bed." Patricia replied, "But before I give you my heart completely, I want to see the other side of you - the one you promised a little while ago."

"Fair enough." I replied, "In that case, you'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow night could be another long one!"

We kissed and she tucked her shoulder into my armpit, snuggling her head on my chest. I was just starting to drift off when she said softly, "There's something I've never tried that I'd really like to, Gary. Will you indulge me one more time?"

"As many more times as you like, Patricia." I replied.

She nudged me onto my side facing away from her, and I heard the tube of lubricant 'splurt' again. I wasn't surprised when her well-lubed shaft nosed into my somewhat less resistant anus. Her entry this time held none of the tension or urgency of the first time, and I just relaxed and waited.

Once she was fully seated within me, Patricia kissed me on the back of my shoulder, draped one arm around me to hold my semi-hard cock loosely in her grasp, then said softly, "Good night, lover!"

"Good night!" I replied into the darkness.

I didn't think I'd be able to sleep with that huge presence in my rear, but something about it's warmth and the softness of the body spooned against my back combined with my feelings about her to fill me with contentment. I savored that feeling for the moments I remained awake, then drifted easily off to sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to feel her sliding slowly back and forth within me. I arched my buttocks to give her better access, then simply relaxed, enjoying the leisurely fuck. It lasted only about five minutes, ending with a sigh as Patricia once again coated my intestines with her discharge.

Again, she kissed me on the back, and we fell asleep.

Sunlight through the window awoke us in the morning. I had a piss hard-on and a half, and from the rigidity of the pole filling my bowels, I guessed that Patricia did too.

My suspicions were confirmed when she said, "Damn! I've got to pee!"

"So, pee!" I said, pushing backward.

"Are you serious?" she cried, "Oooohhh, that's tempting, but I'd have to pull out eventually and that would make a mess on the sheets. I can't do that to inn staff! Guess I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way."

"You don't think we could, you know, get up and walk in tandem to the bathroom?" I asked facetiously.

"Not hardly!" she laughed, and slapped me on the shoulder, "It could be an interesting experiment sometime, but not this morning!"

We spent the rest of the day actually touring wineries. Thanks to the chauffeur-driven limousine, I didn't have to miss the tasting. We had a quick lunch at Mustards then spent the rest of the afternoon visiting a couple of wineries that Patricia patronized frequently. It was pretty obvious by the level of service we received that they valued her patronage.

Most of the wines we tasted suited me well, though one or two Cabernet's had just a bit too much tannin for my taste, and a white, whose name I don't recall, was just too sickly sweet. I didn't learn until later that Patricia had ordered several cases of the ones I liked!

"You can't be letting my unsophisticated tastes govern your buying decisions!" I protested, "What I know about wine, you could stamp in large letters on the head of a pin!"

"Don't let it worry you, Gary!" she smiled, "I enjoyed those wines, too. Besides, the only thing you really need to know about wine is what you like, and from what I've seen, educated or not, you have a very discerning palate!"

"Still," I said, "I like ginger ale, too, but that doesn't mean you should go out order cases of it!"

"There's a simple logic to my madness, lover." she said, running her hand through the hair at the back of my head, "I want you around me a lot, and when you're around me, I want you to be happy so you'll keep coming back. By the way, I stocked up on Ginger Ale earlier this week!"

"Dolores?" I asked.

"Yep!" she laughed, then kissed me.

"I'm going to have to have a long talk with that woman!" I said with mock severity when Patricia finally let me come up for air.

Patricia smiled and put a long index finger across my lips. "Hush! You'll do no such thing!"

Dinner that evening was at Domaine Chandon, in Yountville, and was superb, though mine was hardly tasted. We had been in each other's company non-stop for more than twenty-four hours, and Patricia still captivated me. I realized that at some point, if we stayed together, our relationship would have to slow down some. There was no way it could continue at this pace for long, but I was in no hurry to put the brakes on.

Neither, apparently, was Patricia.

When we returned to our room that evening, she did something at the shoulder of her gown, and the silky fabric slid to the floor, leaving her in nothing but panties, garter belt and stiletto heels. God, she was ravishing!

"It's your turn tonight, big boy!" she said in a low, sultry voice. "Take me and do with me as you will."

I walked slowly around her, studying every centimeter of her slender, voluptuous body. Stepping up behind her, I nipped lightly at the curve of her neck as I cupped her full breasts and gently pinched the nipples erect.

"Do you need to be taken tonight," I asked in a hoarse whisper, "or are you trying to repay a debt?"

"Repaying a debt, yes," she replied softly, "but not reluctantly!"

"In that case," I said, "let me hold your marker for one more day. Tonight I want something different. Tonight, I want to make love."

From the expression on her face, I felt as though I had passed some kind of test or something! Her eyes melted as she turned within my embrace and her soft, moist lips captured mine in the tenderest kiss I had ever experienced.