“How many was that?” Clarence asked, wiping the taste from his tongue.
“Fifty, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Which is more than can be said for burning it down,” Clarence muttered.
“We aren’t burning the vineyard down in frustration.”
“What about - ”
“Or for insurance purposes,” I laughed.
I knew he wasn’t serious. It was just how we goofed around. I knew running a vineyard wasn’t his dream job, but we were all making the best of things.
My phone tweeted happily. With a practiced quick-draw I had it in seconds. I didn’t recognize the number and hoped it was a new customer.
“Hello, Clavis Winery,” I said.
“Hey, Mr. Clavis? This is Krystal Jinkens.”
“Who is it?” Clarence asked.
“The chick who hit the truck outside the Red Wing,” I said, covering the mouthpiece with my hand.
“I bet she’s calling to say that she can’t pay or do the serving.”
“Yeah, probably.”
I put the phone on speaker so Clarence could listen. too. Wiping the grin off my face, I got back to the call.
“Sorry about that, of course I remember you Krystal, and please, call me Jayden.”
“Uh, okay, Jayden. I’ve had an idea about how to make your Christmas party even better, or at least memorable, and thought I would run it past you.”
I was a little shocked at her audacity. This chick drove into the back of our van and now she thought she could make our party better? Still, I had to admire her nerve. It was just the sort of risk I would have taken, so I couldn’t fault her. I may have been a lot of things, but a hypocrite wasn’t one of them.
“Okay, come by the vineyard at noon and give us your full presentation.”
It was a bit of a test. It was only an hour before noon and the winery was on the far end of town. If she could make it there in an hour and give a full presentation, I would be very surprised, as well as impressed.
But to my surprise, Krystal agreed.
“Go get Emma, she’ll want to be there too,” I said.
Clarence went to get our little sister, who was working at the tasting room, and I went to get in a quick shower before Krystal arrived.
There were particular disadvantages to a Victorian style bathroom, not the least having to get over the side of a claw foot bathtub to get within range of the shower head. A skill which could have easily become an Olympic event.
The water cascaded down from the broad, brass shower head, and rumbled down against the porcelain floor of the bath. I tried to hurry so I would be ready for Krystal’s arrival. I found myself looking forward to seeing her again, even though I couldn’t quite say why.
By rights, I should have been annoyed. She crashed into the back of our truck and was trying to suggest something other than the perfectly reasonable compromise I had offered. At the same time, I had to admire her spunk, and she was certainly easy on the eyes. The dress she was wearing the night of the collision did some wonderful things for her full, lovely figure. Accentuating her beautiful curves at the same time as concealing them. I realized how much I would like to see her naked. I briefly wondered if maybe I could convince her to sleep with me and I’d forget the money entirely.
I couldn’t get her out of my head. Before long, my cock was getting hard at the very thought of her. The hardon was as raging as it was quick, and urgent action was definitely required. Wrapping my hand around my throbbing shaft, I slowly began to stroke. I focused on the shaft at first before moving up to the swollen head, letting the pleasure wash over me as the water came down. My thoughts turned to Krystal. Her full, lush tits and sweet, curvy ass stretching against her work dress, yearning to be free. I imagined her in that dress, and those adorable little sneakers, sitting on my bed in my room waiting patiently for me.
In this little fantasy, I was naked as I walked from the door, the hardwood floor cool under my bare feet, my massive erection straining in her direction as I approached. The sight of it drew her attention from my eyes. Krystal licked her lips as she stared at my big hard cock. A clear, unconscious indication of what she wanted. And I was more than happy to grant her wish.
Standing in front of her, I gently slipped off her glasses, placing them on the bedside table, and took her head in my hands. Using the least amount of force possible, I guided her down to my cock, watching it disappear into her warm, wet little mouth. Sweet little sucking sounds joined her warm, pleasured moans, muffled by my cock, as she sucked me off. Her lovely lips caressed my shaft as she swirled her tongue around the head to add to an already wonderful mouth hug. I moaned softly as she pleasured me, stroking her hair to urge her on.