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Subject: {ASSM} The Lady in Blue Chapter 4 (MF, Slow, Romantic, Exhibitionism, Petting)
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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery serial. Starts slowly, but the passion
builds as the plot unfolds with romance. A Texas vintner meets a lady
in blue at a private club. Sparks fly and tensions build as they tease
each other, or as his brother would call it, doing the "Do Me" dance.
Then tragedy strikes close and as they explore their relationship, they
also find something new as a sexy cop becomes part of the dance. Has a
real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
on Literotica and on the last chapter on Storiesonline.

http://storiesonline.net/auth/Wine_Maker

http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=560253&page=submissions

"The Lady in Blue"

An ongoing saga by Wine Maker
(C) 2005 by Wine Maker

Chapter Four: The tables are turned

Lisa's point of view

I slowly came to realize that the sense of well-being and comfort came
from Ted. I was too drowsy to react but I could feel hands caressing
me, touching me. Firm hands gently squeezed my breasts and pinched my
nipples. The heat inside me built and I moaned softly. I wanted this, I
realized. I welcomed it.

Lips kissed my neck and down the curve of my ribs, pausing for a few
glorious minutes where the hands had been before. I arched my back and
gripped the sheets in pleasure.

Gently, the lips kissed lower, the tongue caressed my belly button at
length. I groaned. With gentle fingers, my flower was spread. Hot
breath blew on my nub, shooting sparks up my spine and I tried to push
myself onto the lips but they pulled back.

Suddenly, a tongue dug into my sex. I almost flew off the bed, arching
and crying out. With a gentle savagery, I was tortured, bringing me
higher and then letting me cool only to do it again. Once, twice, three
times, I was at the brink and then allowed - no, forced - to settle
before the lips began tirelessly arousing me further.

When I was almost there again, I felt fingers slide into me and the
lips locked onto my clit, focused on my pleasure. The fingers rubbed
that special spot inside me and I came explosively. I arched my back
and a scream of pleasure erupted from my lips.

As I caught my breath, I smiled and looked down. Between my thighs,
green eyes, framed in long black hair, sparkled back at me as Detective
Hawkins kissed my most intimate place.

I sat bolt upright, breathing hard. I was alone in bed, clutching the
sheets around me, feeling the soft cotton of my nightgown soaked in
sweat. It had been a dream - only a dream.

My mind slowly cleared from the dream and realized I was not in my
bedroom. I remembered going to sleep with Ted and now I was on his side
of the bed, his pillows by my face before waking.

The memory about the horrible events of last night and where I was came
flooding back. I felt a terrible emptiness inside me but it was quickly
filled with anger. Someone had tried to kill me and had taken my friend
away from me.

Throwing the covers back, I sat on the edge of the bed. I let the
chilled hardwood floor ground my feet and me along with it. The clock
on the nightstand told me it was after eight in the morning. I never
slept that late. I felt a spike of guilt at not being up.

I recalled the conversation from last night. I didn't really know Ted,
though we had talked about a lot of things - I think - but he had been
more of a gentleman than most men I had dated. I remembered offering
myself to him and him refusing. I didn't think any man would say no to
a woman he wanted. At least, not till now.

That must be why I dreamed... No, at least not all that dream was
because of Ted. The thought of making love to Ted excited me. I felt a
very strong attraction toward him despite the short time we had known
one another. If it had been reality instead of a dream, I would have
been happy to make love to him.

On the other hand, I'd never considered myself bisexual but I had to
admit a strange attraction I felt toward Hawkins. I remembered the
momentary thrill when I realized she had been looking at me. That she
found me attractive. I don't know that I would ever make love to a
woman but I think I could fantasize about her.

With a shake of my head, I climbed out of the bed and stepped over to
the dresser. I nearly shrieked when I saw my hair. I must have gone to
sleep with it wet because it looked like a flock of gulls had been
nesting in it. With all the wine last night, I didn't remember clearly
but the evidence spoke for itself.

There was a light knock at the door. "Are you decent?" Ted asked.

"No," I squealed as I bolted for the bathroom. "Give me a few minutes!"
I slammed the bathroom door and locked it. There was no way I was
letting him see me with my hair like this. No way in hell.

I stripped off the nightgown and climbed into the shower. The hot water
slowly brought me back to life. I saved my hair for last and gave it a
good washing. Shutting off the water, I dried it as well as possible
and wrapped a towel around it. When I dried my body, I found it still
reactive and sensitive. I smiled wryly.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I dropped the towel and looked at myself
in the mirror. I saw a woman in good shape for her thirty years. Long
legs, a generous swell of hips, trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair
shaped to entice. I did that for Ted, in case I decided to go through
with the fantasy that had been plaguing me all week. The flat stomach,
my larger than average breasts with the small nipples. Too large for my
chest, I thought. Not as firm as they used to be. Finally, a long neck
and a slender face that I think still looked good, framed by long,
blonde hair.

I pulled Ted's robe off the hook by the door and slid it over my
shoulders, belting it tightly. His scent lingered strongly on it. I
pulled it up around my neck and face to breathe it in. I had it bad.

When I came out of his room, the fragrance of something delicious
cooking enticed me toward the kitchen. I realized I was parched. I
needed to get something to drink. It felt like I had run a couple of
miles - or had sex. I grinned but stopped and chided myself. How could
I be thinking of sex now?

I could almost feel Calvin standing behind me, his presence was strong
within me. Like a ghostly voice in my mind, I knew what he would tell
me: "That's just being stupid, girl!"

I snorted softly. It wouldn't be right to run out and party but it
wouldn't be right to deny myself, either. I'd just have to figure out a
happy medium. I was sure Ted must be uncertain of what I wanted now.
We'd have to talk it out today. It wasn't fair to him to keep him in
the dark. After last night and this morning, he deserved better than
that. It would be a while before I knew what direction to move in the
investigation of the attack. If Hawkins thought I was going to steer
clear and not look for my friend's killer, she was sadly mistaken.

As for Ted, I had to admit to myself that I wanted him, too. It had
been two years and a couple of months since I had taken the job down
here. It had been so busy, that I had never felt like dating. Was I a
virgin again after two years of celibacy? I laughed silently at myself.
Horny bitch.

I walked down the hall and stepped into the kitchen. Ted was flipping a
pancake on the griddle. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt that
proclaimed the merits of Stansbury Vineyards. Scrambled eggs, bacon,
grits, orange juice and coffee were set out on the table. He looked
over at me and smiled. His eyes, brown, not green, sparkled and I
couldn't help but feel a shiver inside me.

I took a moment to catalog him in my mind. He was about my own 5' 8",
fit and handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Brown hair and a winning
smile capped my impression. Stepping close to him, I kissed him softly
on the lips, and then I drew back, holding him at arms length.

"Thank you for being a gentleman, Ted. I really, really needed that
last night. I appreciate you not giving in to temptation. Calvin was
right when he told me you seemed like a class act. I won't forget it."

Getting a glass from the drainer, I filled it with tap water and drank
deeply before putting it in the sink. Then, pulling out a chair, I
flipped it around and sat straddling the back. I knew it would be very
suggestive to him. When his eyes caressed my legs, I smiled wider.

"No good deed goes unpunished."

Ted laughed. It sounded so - normal. Not average, mind you. Normal.
Like today were any other day, and yesterday was a bad dream. Maybe one
day it would really feel that way to me. For now, I needed to think
about something else.

"It was hard to tell you "no" last night. It took a lot of willpower to
be a gentleman." He blushed at the memory.

That was so sweet. I didn't think a male older than twelve could be
embarrassed by being attracted to a woman. That was a rare thing these
days.  It was then that I saw the fresh bunch of grapes and thought
they looked almost as good as Ted.  Ted must have noticed because he
nodded and said, "Picked fresh this morning just for you. I left the
alarm off so no one would wake you up till you were ready to wake up."

"It's not your thoughts that make you gentlemanly," I said firmly,
"it's what you do about them. You respected me and let me get my
bearings. I would have made love to you last night, if you had come
into my bed. But I would have been wondering this morning if it was the
right thing to do. When you turned me down, you proved to me that this
isn't just about sex or physical attraction on your part. I thought
about it before I slipped into your room last night. I want to spend
time with you, get to know you better. Does that scare you?"

Ted smiled and put the last of the pancakes onto a platter on the table
before sitting down opposite me.

"Some," Ted admitted. "The few times I have been intimate with someone,
it ended badly." He shrugged. "I'm not going to say it was their fault
or mine. Everyone's, probably. I was in college and I'm afraid we all
were more self-absorbed than I like to admit. Then my parents died and
I had to work the vineyard with my brother and sister. There just
weren't enough hours in the day." He smiled wryly. "There still
aren't. I resisted spending my time away from here even a few nights a
week until Stan dragged me out by my hair six months ago and it's taken
me this long to really even talk to a woman."

I stood, stared at him, flipped the chair back around and leaned over
the edge of the table as I sat again. "Are you telling me that you
haven't dated since college? How long ago was that? Ten years? After I
left my old boyfriend, Donny, to take the job here I haven't dated
either and I thought that two years was a long time!"

Ted looked up at the ceiling and I could tell he was counting. It had
been so long that he couldn't remember how much time had passed. God,
had it been so long that he didn't even remember what she looked like
or maybe even her name? My eyes grew wider. I was teasing this poor,
deprived man and he *still* kept his hands to himself with me in his
bed? He wasn't a gentleman, he was a saint. Saint Ted, patron of
self-control. I gulped and pulled my expression back under control
before he looked back down.

"Eleven. Give or take," Ted said matter-of-factly. "After the first
couple of years, it's not such a big deal anymore. Like being a monk, I
suppose." He started piling pancakes and the fixings on a plate as I
sat there feeling like an idiot. "Is something wrong?"

I closed my mouth with a snap. "I should apologize for teasing you like
I have been. It seems cruel, now." I pulled a plate over and started
filling it with a selection of food.

"It isn't cruel," he disagreed. "I've enjoyed it. Let me put this into
a wine frame of reference. When a taster drinks a fine wine, he opens
the bottle, and examines the cork. He pours the wine into a glass
slowly and swirls it to examine the body of the wine. He'll then bring
the glass to his nose and take in the bouquet of the wine. He takes a
small sip, holds it on the center of his cupped tongue and breathes in
through his mouth slowly to draw the taste across his tongue to get the
whole flavor. Finally, he swallows and savors the aftertaste the wine
leaves in his mouth. Just drinking it would leave so much out of the
experience."

Ted smiled widely at me. "I think I'm about at the smelling of the wine
stage with you. I'm looking forward to tasting you."

My breath froze in my body at the emotions his description evoked in
me. I don't know that I had ever been made love to with as much passion
as he spoke about tasting wine. My heart beat faster within my breast
and I felt myself melting inside. The connection between us seemed to
be getting deeper with every second I stared into his eyes. It was like
a flame moving between us. Did he feel it, too?

Before I could delve deeper into that, I heard the slam of a door
somewhere in the house. It startled me. The sound of shoes on marble
and a shout followed.

"Ted!"

Ted's brother, Stan, came barreling into the room, looking a bit
disheveled. He caught Ted as he was rising from the chair and slapped a
bear hug on him. "I heard about the explosion this morning! I thought
you were dead!"

As they clutched each other, I felt my eyes mist over. I wasn't sure if
it was because of the expression of love they had for each other or my
own loss. I almost missed Dina coming in behind him. She came over and
hugged me. "I'm so sorry."

I held her for a moment and then let go. "It still seems unreal."

Stan released his brother and came over grabbing me into the same kind
of bear hug he gave Ted, surprising me. "I was so worried about you,
too!" His embrace shocked me and I stared at Ted over Stan's shoulder.
Ted smiled and shook his head.

"Stan doesn't have any casual acquaintances. He knows your name and he
likes you so you're a friend."

I smiled and hugged Stan back. "Thank you, Stan. That means a lot."

Stan released me and stepped back to Dina, slipping his arm around her
waist. "Oh, food! We haven't eaten." He sat down and wanted to know
everything we knew, which wasn't much. I talked while Ted served. The
heat in the room seemed to have cooled but I felt a spark every time
Ted spoke.

We ate and talked for about an hour. Then Dina rose from the table.
"Thank you for breakfast, but Stan and I have to run into the city for
a while."

Stan looked confused. "We do?"

She nodded firmly. "Yes, we do. Come along, Stan." She pulled the
confused Stan out of the room and out of the house. I just had to
laugh. Ted laughed with me.

"She's the sharper of the pair, I'm afraid. I'm happy she came into his
life." He looked down at the table and then back up at me. "And, even
with all the pain, I'm happy you have come into mine."

I reached across the table and held his hand. "Ted, I'm happy to have
you with me, too. Thank you."

After a few minutes, Ted shook himself and rose to his feet. "I'll
clean up. Why don't you see if some of my sister's things fit you?"

"I'll be right back." I let him clean up and returned to my - to his
sister's room. This time, I really looked it over. Tastefully done, not
overly feminine but the touch was there. I didn't want to wear another
woman's under-things but I could at least find some outer clothes to
borrow. At that point, I spotted a folded garment on the dresser. It
looked like - it was - my underwear. Beside it was a scrawled note.

"Lisa, I think all things being equal, you need these now more than I
do. I really appreciate you giving them to me like you did and I look
forward to trying again. Ted."

I held the note to my breast and my eyes misted over again. This was
more than I expected. Taking the robe off, I slid my underwear on and
after a few minutes found something that fit well enough to wear until
I was able to get more clothes. I pulled my brush and make-up from my
purse and sat down at the vanity to make myself presentable.

When I was done, I slipped on my shoes and went back to the kitchen. It
was clean and Ted was not there. I went back toward the rear of the
house and found him standing at the window staring out at what looked
like a hundred rows of grapevines. I stepped behind him, sliding my
arms around his stomach and putting my head on his shoulder.

"I wanted to show you all this last night," he said quietly. "For what
seemed like hours, I lay there next to you and imagined what we would
do today. Every step choreographed. Now, I don't know what to do."

I squeezed him gently. "I'm sure freeform will be just as good, Ted.
You've made a good impression. You're not going to upset me by just
doing what feels right."

Ted turned and looked into my eyes. "I still want you, but I want to
see what the day shows us first. You need some clothes and I want to
show you around Spring. It's a really nice place. I think you'll like
it."

I kissed him on the cheek and let go. "Then let's go do that before
Detective Hawkins calls."

Ted drove us into Spring and I was amazed. The main street was lined
with stores that looked like they were from the last century. People
thronged up and down the street under the shade trees. The romantic
atmosphere was a warm shock to me.

"Stop," I said suddenly. "I want to walk on the sidewalk."

Ted pulled over and parked the car. Together, we stepped out and began
walking up the street. Every little shop called to me, begging me to
come in and see what it looked like inside. Ted slipped an arm around
my shoulders and I snuggled up to him, my arm around his waist. This
felt so comfortable. Like we had known each other all our lives. It was
both frightening and exhilarating.

Ted turned us into a clothing store called Gypsy Rose. With him at my
side, I walked and looked at the selection. I was able to find several
sets of casual clothes that I thought would be good for walking in a
vineyard. I went into the changing room and came out several times to
see how he thought I looked.

Ted's eyes sparkled when he looked at me. I could see his eyes dilate
and I knew he liked what he saw. I felt all mushy inside again as he
watched me. I picked a nice skirt / blouse set to round out the outfit
and with only a moment's hesitation, I pulled my panties back off and
folding them neatly slipped them into my purse. When I came out, I
enjoyed his expression as he looked at my legs. I could tell he was
remembering last night.

The shopkeeper was busy with a customer up front, so I stepped behind a
rack of clothes. Ted watched me with a bemused expression. With a quick
breath, I reached down and slid the front of my skirt up. His eyes
widened as he swallowed. That sweet flush climbed his neck and colored
his face. I could feel his eyes caressing my most private place and I
was instantly damp.

"I don't think it's fair for Detective Hawkins to have a good look but
my date miss out. Well, Ted, do you agree with her? Am I worth looking
at?"

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "I like looking at you, even with clothes on.
You're beautiful." With a glance up front, he stepped beside me,
surprising me by reaching out and running his hand softly between my
legs.

I felt weak in the knees and had to stifle a moan. The dream this
morning flashed back into my mind and I sagged against him, letting him
touch me. He rubbed my labia and ran a finger between them, across my
nub. I forgot where we were, I wanted him now. Here.

"Good morning," A voice said, startling us both from the other side of
the clothes rack. Both of our heads turned and stared at the female
clerk. All we could see was her shoulders and head, thank God. "Can I
help you folks find anything?"

I expected Ted to step back but he held his ground, his finger making
it hard for me to even think or speak. "No, I think we're finding
everything we need." He looked at me. "Lisa, do you need anything else?
Is what you are finding good?"

The woman looked at me. I tried to speak and it took a moment for me to
find my voice. "I... Yes, I'm finding everything here good." I looked
at Ted. "I need some other things, but we'll need to go find them
somewhere else." I looked back at her.

All the while, Ted tortured me in front of this total stranger. His
expression remained smokey and she finally seemed to catch on.

"Oh! I'll just let you two lovebirds shop. I'll be up front if you
need any help." With a smile, she returned to the cash register.

I turned and pulled him into my arms, kissing him deeply as he touched
me. He stepped back before I fell down and I let my skirt drop. I was
breathing heavily and debated pulling him back into the dressing room
right here and now. I almost did when he brought his hand to his lips
and licked his fingers.

"Now I know something that Hawk doesn't," he said with a smile. "I know
that you are sweeter than the finest wine." A vision of Hawkins's
eyes looking over my mons crossed my mind, then the thought of him
there, too. I stepped toward him but he slid an arm around me and
started leading me up front instead of letting me lead him away.

"Now, now, let's not spoil your appetite with sweets before we finish
shopping!" That infuriating smile was all over his face and damned if
the woman at the counter wasn't sharing it.

"Get everything you need?" she asked with a wide smile.

"It's a start," Ted answered.

She rang up my purchases and bagged them for me. As we were stepping
out the door, Ted looked back and paused. "Look over at the back wall.

I turned, looking back past the smiling saleswoman at the back wall. It
took me a moment to see what he was getting at. There was a security
mirror in the corner so the cashier could see the entire store. She had
been watching Ted play with me! Blushing from both embarrassment and
excitement, I kissed him again.

"God, Ted, lets go home right now."

Ted shook his head. "No, I don't think rushing would be right."

I groaned. "Ted! I need..."

Ted put a finger to my lips. "I know. I want to so badly that I can
taste it." He smiled. "Literally and figuratively. But, I'm not going
to rush this right now. Let's get you some comfortable shoes and have
some lunch. Then we can drive back to the vineyard."

The scent of my arousal rose from his hand and I couldn't help myself.
I took his finger into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. My
flavor exploded onto my senses and I shivered against him.

With some effort, I pulled back and put an arm around his waist. A
glance back as we exited told me that the shopkeeper was watching us,
still smiling. "I don't need shoes," I husked.

He smiled at me. "Of course you do! We'll just go right over here and
get some." The shop with the shoe on the shingle would have looked
inviting on any other morning. With a sigh of resignation, I followed
him in. The boy at the counter looked up and smiled at us.

"Can I help you folks?"

Ted stopped next to him. "Yes, we need some ladies tennis shoes."

The boy pointed. "Aisle 3, all the way back."

Ted smiled. "Thanks."

We made our way back and I knew now that both of us were going to be
hungry when we left here for lunch. I was not going to be outdone by
Ted. I found several sets of shoes in my size and then sat down on the
little bench.

"Why don't you try them on me, Ted?" I asked in my most sultry voice.
Then I opened my legs and let him look at me again. He rapidly
discovered it was impossible to fit a shoe on me when he wasn't looking
at my feet. From this angle, I had a nice view of his bulging pants and
it made me breathe faster. As he fitted the shoe on my foot, I reached
down and touched myself. It was not as nice as his touch but it would
have to do. I rubbed myself and slowly worked a finger into my depths
as he watched, the shoes forgotten.

"The shoes, Ted?" I asked archly. "I don't think they'll work. Try the
next set, please."

When he leaned toward me, I put my other hand on his head and held him
back. "Oh, no. No dessert until we finish eating lunch. It'll ruin your
appetite." It took all my willpower to do that. I wanted him *so* bad.
I began toying with my clit, masturbating for him. Doing it in public
set me on fire and I knew I was not going to last very long at all.

After two more pairs of shoes, I sped up my fingers and started my rise
to the crescendo. I never even realized my eyes were closed until Ted
pulled my hand away from my sex and I opened them in surprise. I tried
to use my other hand and he trapped both of them.

"No. Bad girl. No dessert until we finish lunch."

I groaned in need but he was adamant. The shoes on my feet were what I
was getting, as he didn't give me a choice. He pulled me to my feet and
almost dragged me up front. I must have looked a real sight as the boy
was gawking at me.

"Here's the box. We'll take these on her feet," Ted said. The boy rang
us up and before I could catch my breath, we were out the door. He
pulled me into a caf� down the street.

Ted asked for directions to the restrooms but stopped me outside the
ladies room. "Remember, no dessert until after we eat. Okay?"

I nodded spasmodically and he let me go with a kiss. Once inside, I
looked at the stall longingly but I was not going to cheat. I washed my
hands and got myself under control. Then I went back where he was
waiting with a smile. In a few minutes, we were seated.

I could have cared less what they served for lunch and if I thought I
could have gotten away with it, I would have ordered takeout. Ted
insisted on a booth seat. We ordered drinks and some sandwiches. I just
picked the first thing on the menu.

After the drinks arrived, I sipped my water and planned my next action
but Ted beat me to it. With a shock, I felt his bare foot rubbing my
inner thigh. I moaned softly before I caught myself. Then his foot
moved in and began toying with me.

Until the food arrived, it was torture. He would rub me and leave me
wanting. His revenge for last night's dinner was complete. It took all
my will to not groan when the food arrived and his foot withdrew.

The meal was a blur. I'm surprised I didn't choke, I was eating so
fast. I would have needed a Heimlich for sure. Ted, on the other hand,
ate slowly and his eyes just kept watching me. I took a deep breath and
slowed down. That lunch was the longest forty-five minutes of my life.

When we finished, Ted put an arm around my waist and carried my
purchases. I'm not sure how he got his sock and shoe back on. I wanted
to run to the car but he held us to a leisurely walk. After what seemed
like a couple of years, we made it to his car and I flew into my seat
and buckled myself in. As he slowly strapped himself in, I started
laughing.

Ted started the car and looked at me. "What is it?"

I got control of myself and kissed him deeply. "I just realized I
started this by wanting to make you desire me and now you've put the
shoe on the other foot. You're making me want you badly."

Ted kissed me one final time, then pulled onto the road. "It's not a
good meal unless everyone leaves the table wanting more." As the car
turned left at the light he winked at me. "So, shall we take the scenic
route?"

I could only imagine the people on the street staring at the car as my
groan of anguished desire sailed back to them on the breeze.

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