Club Endless Fantasy

“I didn’t say you were.” I tugged on her dress and squeezed her ass.

We continued teasing each other on the entire ride to the location of the wine tasting event. I was just glad that I didn’t choose something outside. Elly’s coat was long enough to cover her dress, but that was about all that it covered. She would have been freezing to death by the end of the night if the wine tasting event wasn’t indoors. The car finally arrived, and the driver walked around to open the door for us. I managed to slide Elly’s dress down just in the nick of time, otherwise, he would have gotten an eyeful of the black satin panties that were probably going to be featured in a picture she tortured me with after I got home.

“We’re here.” I stepped out of the car and extended my hand to Elly.

“Is this a Christmas festival?” She looked at the decorations with concern.

“You’re still going all-in on the holiday hate?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t like getting slapped in the face with it.” She shrugged.

“It’s a wine tasting event in December. The entire world considers everything between Halloween and New Year’s Day a Christmas event.” I chuckled under my breath. “I’m sure you won’t care about the lights or the wreaths once you have a little bit of wine.”

“That’s probably true.” She nodded.

I wonder if she even remembers that being my Secret Santa means she’s supposed to buy me a gift. I guess it doesn’t really matter…

We made our way into the venue, gave our coats to the guy at the door, collected our free swag, and walked over to the first table. Elly stuck with red wine, but I sampled several different varieties before we moved to the next one. Their wine wasn’t as good as the first vineyard, so we didn’t stay long. Elly seemed to be really enjoying the variety, even if she wasn’t stepping outside of the wine that she already knew she liked, and I made a mental note of the ones that piqued her interest. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to buy her for Christmas, and wine was definitely one of my options—provided that I didn’t have to step in and pay for a couple of bottles before we were done.

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bsp; “Wow, this is heaven.” Elly lifted a glass and took a sip. “I think I could stay here all night…”

“Are you sure you don’t want to try some of the wine that you wouldn’t buy on your own? This is a good opportunity to expand your palate.” I picked up a glass of chardonnay and gave it a sniff before I took a drink.

“I tried a few different ones in college.” She shrugged. “Red wine was the only thing I liked.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “I guess you know what your preference is.”

“Yes, but feel free to try all of them if you’d like.” She leaned closer. “If I get you drunk, I might get lucky tonight.”

“If I get drunk at a wine tasting, we’ve got bigger problems than whether or not you get lucky.” I chuckled under my breath.

“It looks like they’re selling glasses over there.” She pointed across the room.

“I don’t consider the bar part of the tasting.” I sipped a different glass of wine.

“We only have a few more tables before we’re going to run out of options.” She nudged me. “Then we go to the bar.”

“Do you drink wine every day?” I raised an eyebrow in concern.

“Nah, not usually.” She shook her head back and forth. “Sometimes after a long day at work—the weekends are a different story though.”

“I suppose it could be worse.” I nodded.

“Yeah.” Elly picked a glass of wine from the next table. “Alcoholics need a glass of wine—I already have one.”

“Wow, you told me a joke, and I didn’t even have to ask you first.” I smiled and picked up my glass.

Despite my teasing, I didn’t really think Elly had a problem with alcohol. I had been around a few people with real problems over the years—people that showed up to work smelling like they slept in a distillery. I had a few bad nights myself after my relationship with Abigail fell apart. Elly was still young, and she was enjoying life. We finished the wine tasting and walked over to the bar area. Elly wanted to take a bottle of the wine that she liked best home with her, and she wouldn’t let me pay for it, despite my attempt. After a little back-and-forth, she finally did agree to let me pay for the glass that she ordered.

“This bar is kind of loud…” Elly looked around. “Maybe we can get a table in the corner.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” I took her hand and led her towards the exit.

I had been to enough wine tasting events sponsored by the company that was running the one we were at to know that that the bar wasn’t going to get any quieter. They liked to turn it into a party—especially when people were interested in buying wine. A table in the corner might be okay for a little while, but there were a lot of people that still hadn’t finished the tasting. The upstairs area was roped off, but they didn’t have anyone there to make sure the crowd respected the barrier they put up. I shifted it to the side, and we walked to the top of the stairs.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be up here.” Elly looked over her shoulder nervously.