)Her name was Amy. She had long well-kept blonde hair and she pushed against America's cultural obsession with slimness. Her face was wide and unblemi...shed and clearly made for smiling. She was an alto in the Performance Singers, where he was a tenor, and they sat near each other. Her voice was the color of glass, sweet and clear and ringing. Sometimes it was all he could do not to stop and listen.It took him until February to work up the courage to ask her out, and then she said, "Oh, I'm. “I told you I was going to fuck you,” she said, and immediately got my cock and put it into her pussy. She moaned and moved softly. I placed my hands on her beautiful round boobs. Her movement was rhythmic, and after some minutes she began moving faster, kind of jumping on top of me, while I held onto her tits. She bent forward a couple of times and I took advantage of that position to put her nipples inside my mouth. I pressed them and tasted them. She moaned more and more.Then, I used my. We stayed another few minutes then got up to leave the bar too. I looked down at the chair where Tamara sitting, and I could see a big wet spot of cum and a few drops that dripped out of her as she stood up. I guess she was not joking earlier when she said that she felt that hot mixer of cum still seeping out of her pussy and ass. As we walked through the hotel lobby a security guard came up to Tamara and asked if she was staying at the hotel and if so, what room number was she in. She told him. I whispered my selection not even looking at the wine list. His only reaction to was to raise an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, while giving a short bow, stating he would return momentarily with the selected bottle. I knew it was there. I had handed it to the current owner's grandfather almost a century before for safe keeping.It only took the Head Waiter a few minutes to return. In that time, I had allowed my mind to wander back to that light spring day. A 30 year old chardonnay was what I.