Lessons From the Professor

“I’m sure James will, too.”

“Now that we have that done, it’s time for the fun part, corrupting you with my knowledge of toys and accessories.”

Sutton laughed at her friend’

s expression as she led her over to the opposite side of the store. Leigh was like a kid being let into Disney World. She followed her to the back and stood in front of the massive wall. Her eyes were drawn to the nipple clamps, and she leaned in to examine them closer. Her nipples hardened in anticipation as she focused in a nipple sucker. She loved breast play, and this would take her solo session to a whole other level. Her pussy tingled as she pulled the package off the wall and read the instructions. She might be a virgin, but that didn’t mean she was a prude. She liked to get off as much as the next person, and with the stress her job provided the need to take the edge of was almost a daily necessity.

“You like nipple play?” Leigh asked.

“Yes, but the thought of a nipple clamp seems painful.”

“I’d say it’s more intense than painful. It heightens the sensitivity. Of course you have to start off slow and build up your tolerance, the same as with anything else. It really goes hand in hand with bondage play.”

Sutton nodded as she moved her attention over to the bondage tools. What would it be like to have your hands bound while the rest of your body was exposed to your lover? The picture on the cover of a book intrigued her. A rope looped above and below the breasts, as if to make them the star of the show. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined herself in the position, her arms tied behind her back, a rope looped around her to present her breasts to Sidney. The thought of his warm mouth attached to her swollen nipple cemented just how attracted to the man she was. Whatever it was that existed between them needed to be explored, even if it turned out to be a fluke. God, do I hope it wasn’t a fluke.

Chapter Four

Sidney glanced down at the woman beside him and smiled. Things were going even better than he’d anticipated. They’d all gotten together to attend the Food and Wine Festival. The atmosphere was relaxed, and now that the sun had set, slightly romantic.

“Are you ready to do some wine tasting?” Leigh asked.

“Sure, but I’ve never been much of a wine person,” Sutton said.

“In that case, maybe it’ll be better if we split up,” Sidney said. He was beyond ready to have some alone time. “I know Leigh and James prefer rich red wines, and we should start you off on something lighter, perhaps a dessert wine?”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” James said with a nod. “We can text each other when we’re done, and we’ll meet back up at the main food tent.”

“Does that work for you, Sutton?” Sidney asked.

“Yes, that sounds wonderful. I think a sweet blend would be much more enjoyable than red. The ones I’ve tasted have always been much too overwhelming.”

“Then we’ll be on our way.” Sidney held out his arm, pleased when she took it and followed his lead.

“Are you enjoying your first Food and Wine festival?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s been a lot of fun. I would’ve never gone if you guys hadn’t suggested it, so thank you for that.”

“You’re very welcome. It’s a lot more fun with you here, so I don’t feel like a gooseberry.”

“A what?” she asked.

“A third wheel.”

“You Brits and your slang.”

He chuckled as they made a bee-line for the white tent labeled dessert wines. “It looks like they have food pairings here.”

“Is that different from the normal tastings?” she asked.

“Well, sometimes you can use the aromatherapy approach where you smell a certain scent before you sample the wine to help you recognize the similar flavors. With the food sampling, it’s the same concept, but a lot more fun in my opinion, at least with a dessert wine.”

“Why?”

“Because the best pairings to use are fruits and pastries.”

“Ohh, that does sound yummy.”

They walked the tent as he looked over the wine selection. He paused at the display of cheesecake and strawberries paired with a bottle of Golden Rose.