I visited a local vineyard a couple of months ago, drawn by the reputation of a Bordeaux-style blend that it produced. The vineyard was owned and cultivated by an order of nuns, which had originally started out to produce altar wine. Over time the vineyard had expanded and had recently begun selling its wine commercially.

Little did I know that the visit would lead to one of the most extraordinary sexual experiences of my life.

I know a little bit about wine, which led to a conversation with the viticulturist, an elderly nun by the name of Sister Beatrice. The wine produced by the vineyard was a blend of Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, and Malbec grapes. When I asked if I could take a look at the vitis vinifera vines, she directed me to the nearest section of the vineyard where those grapes were grown. They were beautiful vines, quite healthy and expertly maintained. As I was examining the vines, I saw a young woman who had a pair of clippers and was trimming small bits of the vines here and there. She was wearing a loose-fitting top with long sleeves, a white skirt that was shorter than I would have expected, and a habit that covered most of her hair and flowed about halfway down her back.

When she saw me, she said, “Hello, I’m Sister Mary Catherine. It’s ... unusual to have visitors here among the vines. Can I help you with something?”

I was a little taken aback to see someone so young and beautiful in a convent. I think I may have stammered a bit when I replied, “Uh ... hi, I’m Rich. Sister Beatrice said it was okay for me to take a look at some of your vitis vinifera vines.”

Sister Mary Catherine smiled at my reference to the old nun, “It was most unusual for Sister Beatrice to agree to your request. She must have been terrifically impressed that you knew the botanical name of the grape vines!”

“She was most cordial, I must say. We talked a bit about her duties as chief viticulturist here. You know, I’d be most interested in seeing some of your newly planted, young vines. Are any of them nearby?”

“Yes, just down this row. I’ll show you the way.”

We walked single file as there wasn’t quite enough room between the rows to walk abreast. I couldn’t help but notice the sway of her shapely hips, which filled out her skirt quite beautifully.

I have a couple of abilities that are unusual. One is an enhanced level of empathy, a sort of sixth sense about people’s feelings, especially their wants and needs. Another is that there is something about my voice that appeals to people and influences them. It gives me a power of suggestion that is sort of like hypnotism, though not as strong. When I tell someone what I want or would like, they seem to want to accommodate me. So it hadn’t surprised me at all that Sister Beatrice readily agreed to my request to wander unsupervised in her vineyard.

One of several things I sensed about Sister Mary Catherine was a profound loneliness. Another was a powerful level of sexual need. In fact, the sensation that she was emanating was an intense desire to show me her naked body. And there was something else, an image of her lifting her leg to show me that she was wearing nothing else under her skirt. Rather impulsively, I blurted out, “Is it your usual practice to wear no panties under your skirt?”

She stopped and turned to me so suddenly that I had to bring myself up short to avoid running into her. Our faces were about eight inches apart, so I stepped back quickly. She was blushing, from her cheeks down to her neck. Her eyes flashed at me fiercely. But there was an internal struggle about what she should say to me. She finally settled on, “You should be careful not to say such rude things to me!”

“But ... but it’s true, isn’t it? You aren’t wearing any panties, are you?”

She flushed an even darker shade of red but said nothing. Her eyes were riveted on mine as if she were fascinated by some unusual sight. I smiled at her and said, “Wow, you are especially beautiful when you are annoyed and embarrassed!”

Sister Mary Catherine turned away without a word and continued walking in the direction we had been heading. “Our newly planted cabernet sauvignon vines are just ahead, on both sides.” She spoke while she was walking, with her eyes focused ahead in the direction she was walking.

“Tell me, Sister Mary Catherine, how does it happen that a woman so young and beautiful decided to become a nun?’

She stopped dead in her tracks. I could feel that she wanted to accommodate me by answering – but she didn’t know what to say.

She turned toward me, uncertainty radiating out from her as clearly as if she expressed it to me in words. I decided to make things easier by suggesting something else I would like her to do. “Would you come over here and kiss me?”

She walked toward me slowly and lifted her face to me, though with her hands clasped in front of her breasts as if to prevent me from pressing my chest against her them.

I kissed her oh so softly on her lips and folded my arms around her. She placed the side of her head against my chest and said, “Oh my goodness! What am I doing? What could have possessed me to let you kiss me?”

“I don’t really know the answer to that,” I told her honestly. “But I have to say that it was one of the loveliest kisses I’ve ever experienced. Will you let me kiss you again, this time more passionately?”

She accommodated me and moved closer. With our arms around each other in a gentle embrace, we kissed with our mouths open and pressed together firmly.

We continued to hold each other when our lips separated. I looked her squarely in her eyes and said, “My interest is in exploring your latent and repressed sexuality. Would you like to partner with me on that journey?”

She blushed deeply under her habit and said, quietly and hesitantly. “Oh! I ... I don’t think that would be appropriate. I...” She looked away but kept her arms around me.

“Your true nature is quite apparent to me. Are you afraid of your wild impulses? Is that why you joined a convent?”

She shook her head vehemently and replied, her voice trembling, “No, no! You don’t understand me at all! I came here to devote myself fully to God after ... after I became confused about some things when I was a teenager. I had an unnatural desire for things that were wrong and needed to be somewhere safe so I couldn’t do those wrong things. There’s nothing more to it than that.” She stepped away from me, her eyes darting around anxiously. “I think I should resume my work.” But she remained facing me, her eyes now cast downward.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you, darling. But what you thought were wrong things are everyday human things. I can tell that you have powerful impulses to do those natural things, and you have an exhibitionist streak as well which is nothing more than a realistic appreciation for your beautiful body. It wouldn’t surprise me if, in addition to wearing no panties, you also shave your pussy. Will you let me see your pussy? I think you want to show it to me.”

She gasped sharply, but more from surprise than from outrage, her face again turning crimson. When she spoke, it was in a voice that was barely above a whisper. “I don’t understand why you would say such things to me. Can’t you see that it upsets me and confuses me?” She still stood before me, though she had raised her eyes appealingly.

“What confuses you is probably the same thing that bothered you years ago, the things that made you want to retreat from the world. You were struggling with perfectly natural urges and desires that you thought were wrong and feared would overwhelm you.” I paused for a moment, as she seemed to want to say something. But she stayed silent, keeping her eyes locked on mine. So I continued, “You chose the wrong path, darling. Your nature demands that you go in the direction that your urges suggested. Coming here did not resolve your conflicting feelings – it could not resolve them because you chose a path that was totally at odds with your nature. I’m going to help you learn some things about yourself that will show you the right path for you.”

“What if you’re right? What will I do? I have a home here, and work that I find fulfilling. What you are saying is my path would require that I leave here.”

“You are still very young, my dear. There are many kinds of work you can do – including working in some other vineyard, which is something you do with great skill. So come back into my arms and let us kiss some more. You will know when you do that what I am telling you is true. Now, tell me what I should call you.”

“My given name at birth was Catherine. They let me keep it as part of my new name when I took my vows.”

“Your name suits you, Catherine – it’s very lovely. Now sit here beside me.”

She was unable to resist me – she didn’t want to resist me. We sat down together on a nearby bench and embraced. And we kissed, again gently at first, then passionately. Soon she was moaning, as desire rose in her.

“I want to kiss and caress you all over, my darling. Will you help me get your clothes off?”

She hesitated, then whispered “What if someone sees us?” There was something about the way she spoke that told me that part of her wanted someone to come along and see her beautiful, naked body.

But I tried to reassure about the fear she had expressed. “Well, it’s a quiet time in the vineyard right now. Is there anyone else working out here today?”

“No, I don’t think anyone even knows I’m here. I just wanted to do a little bit of pruning before the fruit begins to develop.”

“So no one will see us then. And if someone does, it will probably facilitate your leaving this place.” She looked around anxiously, clearly excited but nervous about complying. “I ... I don’t know what’s come over me. This isn’t like me at all. But ... I want to please you. If it will make you happy, I suppose I could ... let you see my breasts.” She hesitated only a moment longer before she took off her habit and began to remove her top. When she was done, she gazed at me, waiting for whatever I had to say to her next.

“Ohmygod, darling, your body is so beautiful! Your breasts are as stunning as your eyes, and that is saying a lot! Now lift your knee high enough to show me that I was right about your beautiful, bald pussy.”

Again there was that momentary hesitation. But it was clear that she truly wanted to comply with my suggestion. And, rather slowly, she did.

“You take my breath away, you are so beautiful, so sexy!”

I caressed and kissed her beautiful breasts and sucked on her perfect nipples. She gasped and held my head gently, pressing me to her breasts as the sensations of having her breasts treated so tenderly penetrated her consciousness. “Oh! That feels incredible ... I’ve never been touched and kissed like this before.”

I knelt down on the ground in front of her and began kissing her legs, just inside of her knees. She lifted her legs and spread them wide, invitingly, and said, in a trembling voice. “You are right about what I want, what I’ve always wanted. Take me, Rich. I can’t say no to you. Whatever you want, please take it.”

She loosened her skirt and left it lying on the bench underneath her ass, then gazed down at herself as if wondering how it had happened that she was naked.

I kissed the insides of her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy, then licked her inner and outer labia. I grasped her calves and placed them on my shoulders, leaving her legs spread wide, then resumed pushing the tip of my tongue inside of her pussy. She shivered a bit and sighed softly. When I pressed my tongue against her clit, she moaned. Her legs were quivering now. I knew it wouldn’t take long to bring her to orgasm. I pushed a finger into her pussy, marveling at how tight she was, and began fingering her g spot. As I expected, she was soon stiffening her legs, arching her back, and moaning and crying out softly “Oh ... oh! I think I’m going to cum! Oh yes ... yes ... I’m cumming, Rich! It feels so wonderful, so amazing!” Her whole body shuddered for several seconds, and then she began to relax. She lowered her legs and lifted my face, looking into it with wonderment and the dawning of affection and saying, “Oh Rich, thank you for that. That was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me! You were so gentle and so loving, yet the feelings you gave me were so exciting! I loved everything about how you made me cum. It was perfect!”

She looked at my pants then and saw the bulge of my cock. “Will you fuck me now, Rich? I want you inside of me.”

“Yes, I will fuck you soon, Catherine. But first I want you to suck my cock. Have you ever done that?”

She looked up at me and shook her head, then said, “Will you teach me what to do?”

“Of course, darling. First, kneel down, loosen my pants and take out my cock.”

She knelt in front of me and gazed up at me, looking happy at the prospect of having my cock in her mouth.

Her hands trembled as she undid my belt, fumbled with the catch, and unzipped the zipper. It was obvious that all of this was new and very exciting to her. When she pulled down my underpants and my cock sprang out, her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my goodness ... are all cocks so big? I’m not sure I can fit it into my mouth.”

“You will do fine, darling, though mine is bigger than most. First, caress the part under the tip with your tongue.”

She tentatively pressed her tongue under the tip of my cock, then pulled away to ask, “Like that? Am I doing it right?”

“Yes, that’s good, sweetheart. Now take the tip of my cock into your mouth -- and don’t touch it with your teeth.”

“Okay. Tell me if I do it wrong.” She took the tip gently between her lips and looked up at me for approval.