I cleared my throat, “So… I, um… OK. Let me just say that the last day and a half have been amazing. I wish we could stay here forever, but I know we can’t. When we get back home, I am not sure what will happen, but am very happy I came along for this trip.”
Teri spoke first. “John, you are amazing too. I can’t speak for my sister, but I will remember this weekend for a long time.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to be part of the… festivities,” Katie added, “but am glad I found out about that asshole cheating on me. You are so much better than he is in bed, anyhow.”
That compliment had me feeling on top of the world. We finished up breakfast, cleared the table and decided to just tool around the island during the day. We figured we would go up north to Deception Pass, and maybe go visit some of the old historical sites from the turn of the century. Just after lunch, I made a wrong turn on purpose and got us lost, well sort of. No REAL man is ever lost, just two turns away from where we MEANT to go. The positive side to us getting lost was we found a lavender farm, and stopped at the little gift shop that doubled as a tool shed apparently. The girls each got some scented candles, and I got some scented soap.
We got back to the main road, as I knew we would, and made our way back to the B&B. Off the side of the road was a huge older barn looking building. A sign with large white letters saying “WINE and CHEESE” was hung over the front doors. I looked at Teri and she shrugged her shoulders. I looked in the back seat to Katie and she just said, “Sure, why not?”
So I turned off the road, to head down to the wine and cheese barn. At least that was what I would call it. As we got closer, I was amazed to see that there were actually several buildings; some connecting to the large barn structure, and two that were next to it. The barn itself was the main attraction, to be sure, but the long narrow building to its right side was actually a small breakfast and lunch diner. On the left of the barn was the official gift shop, probably where you could buy all the wine and cheese.
The two smaller buildings, not connected to the main structure, looked to be work type buildings or sheds. The acreage around this property all looked like a vineyard, so it would stand to reason those supported the workers picking and growing those grapes.
We decided to go into the Barn first, and see what they had. Going inside the very light stained pine doors, we entered a huge vaulted ceiling room, that had a few tables made out of old wine barrels, placed every ten feet or so in the room. At the front of the room was a long lightly stained wooden bar, and there were a few people standing at it tasting some of the vino. The woman behind the bar looked like she lived on the island, and just fit with these surroundings. She waved us over, and handed each of us a menu of their selection for this month.
We scanned the wine list, as she asked what types we liked. The girls both answered before I could, which shocked the shit out of me. Who knew?
“I prefer the whites, usually anything with hints of fruit blends,” said a confident Teri.
“I usually drink beer, actually, but for wine I like a nice bold red. Something with a little bite to it,” added Katie.
I was a little taken aback, but after reviewing the list admitted, “I don’t normally drink much wine. I think I like the sweeter types, if you have any.”
She nodded at us, and said, “You guys are in luck. I think we can offer you all something special. This winery has been in my family for four generations, dating back to when this area was first settled by the expansion out west. We have been growing and bottling here with our native Northwest grape varieties for over a century, and in the last few decades have imported some grapes from Italy for our experiments.”
She proceeded to tell us all about each variety on the list for this season’s harvest. You could tell there was a fierce pride in her voice as she went over each one. If she was not the head vintner, she must be working with them on these wines. After a minute of deliberation, the girls and I picked out three each that we wanted to taste. The woman brought out our sample glasses and we tried them all, one at a time of course!
After trying all the varieties we selected, and offering each other tastes of the ones that we really liked, we decided to buy four bottles of the ones that we all liked. We left, thanking her and put the bottles in the truck. We went back to the breakfast/lunch place, and looked at the menu hanging on the wall outside the front door.
“OOOOh, they have a Sourdough Melt that sounds really good,” exclaimed Teri.
Katie looked less than enthused, “Oh goodie… Well at least they serve a Bacon Cheeseburger. That might be eatable. The rest of the menu looks ‘foo-foo’.” She said the ‘foo-foo’ with finger air quotes.
“I am game for whatever, ladies. All I know is that I am going to be making you dinner tonight, back at the Lodge. We are going to have some Lamb Shanks and roasted potatoes. Obviously we are going to be pairing it with some of that great wine we just got,” I said with a snicker.
So we went in, ordered our simple lunch, and ate. We talked about the morning adventures, about anything and everything that came to mind. At one point we discussed going to some gardens that Teri had seen a sign for off the road a bit. I found out later it was called the Meerkerk Gardens. They talked me into going, so after we finished our lunch, we drove to the gardens
Let me tell you, they were WAY back from the main road. After making a few turns into the middle of nowhere, I jokingly asked the girls, “So is this where you guys kill me and dump the body, so no one can find it?”
The look they both gave me was mischievous and flirty at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I should be worried or turned on. We made it to the gravel lot, parked and walked to the entrance. There was an older lady sitting behind the gazebo counter, reading a book. At seeing us, she put it down and asked if we could make a donation to the park. Apparently, there was no established ‘fee’, just friendly donations to keep the place going. I gave her a ten dollar bill, and she told us to enjoy the gardens.
It is very hard to describe the beauty that we saw that day. This garden was actually several plots, all managed by different groups of people. At least that is what the little signs posted in front of some of the sections.
Overall, the entire place was organized to be several winding paths, but not setup to confuse like a garden maze. The plots closest to the entrance were filled with a lot of tall, multi-color flowering plants. They were bright colors, and stood in stark contrast to the darkness of the woods surrounding the property. We walked through another area with flowers that seemed to have shorter, more Easter or pastel type colors.
Katie stopped for a second, turned around and walked off saying, “I am going to walk alone for a bit. Let’s meet back at the truck in about half an hour, OK?”
“Sure sis, take your time,” Teri answered.
She gave me a look, like she was suddenly a very hungry tigress, and I was a piece of raw steak. I didn’t question it, but just went with it. We walked around the outer edge of the gardens, and came upon a small white gazebo, no more than ten feet in diameter. It had a white finish, with a dark black roof on top, and a single wooden bench in the middle.
Teri directed me towards the structure, and pushed me down onto the bench. She pushed so hard, I thought I was going to fall over the back of it. I was about to start complaining when she stalked up to me, straddling her legs on the outside of my knees, and leaned forward. She got right in my face, grabbed the back of my head and mashed her lips to mine.
She wasted no time at all, and while making out with me, reached down and unsnapped and unzipped my pants. She tugged and I lifted my ass off the bench to help her pull them down to my ankles. She undid her button and zipper, and didn’t even give me a chance to help pull hers down, before she had hers on the floor joining mine. She grabbed my rapidly hardening cock, and lowered herself down to engulf it in her hot mouth. Her lips were tight around it, and she sucked to the point of caving her cheeks inward.
“UUUGHHHH…” I let out a guttural groan, and slid down a bit on the bench to make it easier for her.
She sucked up and down on my rod, pulling at the skin in both directions. I had never felt anything as tight as she was suctioning right then, and DAMN did it feel good. She pulled off my cock with a loud ‘POP’, and moved up to kiss me again. She moved forward and sat in my lap, and reached behind herself to grab the base of my dick, to line it up with her hot pussy. She got it where she wanted it, and plunged down hard onto my lap. It was her turn to groan, that same primitive sound, that I had made moments ago.
I had no idea where this level of need was coming from, but I was not about to stop her to ask. She was a driven woman, and wasn’t going to be stopped until she got what she wanted. Teri moved her ass up and down, rapidly fucking herself with my dick. I couldn’t do much to help, other than sit and hold on to her, helping lift her up and down. She had her arms over my shoulders, hands on the back of the bench, fucking me for all she was worth.
A few short minutes later, she slammed down, and screamed out loudly, “OOOH MYYY GODDDD AAAUUGHH!”
She threw her head back, and would have fallen completely off my lap, had I not held her up with my arms wrapped around her. As she started coming down from that epic orgasm, she was moving her hips on my lap again.