Delights In Wine Country

Chapter Two

Celeste felt like a fool, a beautifully dressed, freshly done hair and makeup, beautiful fool.  She looked nervously across the crowded school multi-purpose room.  All of the important people from town were there glittering, preening and cooing, hoping to be seen and scouting out the celebrity in their midst.  Celeste spotted the Maestro near the punch bowl surrounded by what he calls, "The Ladies who Lunch."  He looked dashing in his blue suit.  His wavy, brown hair was combed back for the event causing him to look even more striking.  It was almost impossible to think the Maestro to be 39 years old, due to his energy and presence he seemed almost a decade younger.  

The Maestro caught Celeste gazing at him with lust from across the room.  Her naughty smirk and heated gaze caused a stir in his trousers, he had to fix himself stealthily.  He didn't think the older ladies he was entertaining at the moment would appreciate his arousal, and he certainly didn't want the women to think it was for them.

Celeste was lost in the Maestro's blue eyes, he was thinking about something passionately.  Celeste could feel the icy fire over her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.  She could tell from his glare he was itching to flee the scene and possess her body with his.  As much as Celeste wanted to go home and do just everything the Maestro was promising in his one look, she didn't think it possible.

It had been a whirlwind of a day which began at the San Francisco airport.  The Maestro said no press, but it was nearly impossible to keep his arrival a secret due to Dignitaries falling over themselves to be part of the welcoming committee.  In the end, she had convinced everyone to stay home and throw a reception instead.  Celeste conveniently didn't tell the Maestro what he would be in for at the end of their drive.

Celeste found the Maestro facing the baggage claim carousel.  With tight airport security, she had somehow missed him at the arrival escalators.  Standing at 6 feet, the Maestro was distinguishable from the crowd as he stood in that characteristic conductor's stance.  She knew his backside from anyone else's having watched him conduct numerous performances.

She happily rushed up to be behind him and pinched his ass in a surprised greeting.  Her bright smile warmed his heart when her turned around.  "Hello Darling, how was the flight?" Celeste questioned.  Instead of answering her in the traditional sense with his words, he scooped her petite frame up so they were now at eye level, and gave her a kiss sending her mind into complete mush.  When he set her down after kissing all of her lipstick off, she didn't mind people staring at their moment of passion.

"You're a sight for tired eyes," he lamented.  His voice sounded just the way she remembered and it made her giggle with pure happiness.  She missed him so much.

He grabbed his bags and together they walked towards Celeste's car.  Celeste pondered how to tell him about the party in his honor.  It was a constant dig at her side, and she was frantic to get it out in the open without disappointing the Maestro.

Catching on to Celeste's discomfort the Maestro grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side.  "So, how long do we have until I have to show up at some damn to-do?" 

Celeste, realizing what he was doing sighed in relief.  This might be easier than she thought.  She leaned in on her tip toes to kiss his cheek and he caught her face before she could move away, giving her a proper kiss with this lips.  Feeling a little light headed from the kiss she whispered, "I've got booze at my place.  There's no time for sightseeing, it starts at seven, and it takes two hours to get there."

The Maestro threw his head back and gave out a hearty laugh. "How did you know, I would require a drink for this?"

Celeste gave him another fleeting kiss on the lips, "Because I know you," He smiled at that and she couldn't hide her own smirk.

The Maestro looked at his watch, and saw that it was 3 o'clock. "Let's get going before I f**k you and get back on a plane to New York.  I still haven't decided if this opera is worth it." That last thought killed Celeste's hopes that he came for her.  She forgot about the new opera and all his reasons for being here expect for her.  

Celeste quickly added, "I've got plenty of hot water, so you can freshen up at my place before we get there.  I promise to properly motivate you."  She stepped into the crook between his waist and arm and nuzzled him for reassurance.

The Maestro reflexively put his arm around her, squeezed, and said with a sigh, "You always make it hard to leave," 

Once in the car Celeste spent the first hour of their ride nervously talking about everyone they would be meeting that evening.  The Maestro sat quietly, surveying his own thoughts.  After a five minute lull in the conversation, Celeste suddenly remembered the valise in the back seat.  She squirmed to reach behind the passenger seat with her right hand, steering the care with her left knee.

"What the hell are you doing?" Roared the Maestro.  Evidently he did not like her using her knee to steer.

"I can't reach that valise behind you, can you get it?"

"Why the hell do you need it now?" He exclaimed, while helping her back into the driver seat before looking for the damn valise.

"Because it has the score in it, and you can look at it now or be surprised later," she chimed, her attention back on the road, pleasing the Maestro that she was no longer driving irradicably. 

"Be sure you give it--" Celeste started to speak, but was cut off by an irritated Maestro.

"Listen here you minx," he pointed his finger at Celeste in authority. "Let me read the damn thing for myself, before you go on blabbering about giving it a chance."

Celeste silenced her lips with a knowing smile.  When they arrived at her place she showed him how to get to door that led up to her apartment.  The stairs were outside along the side of  Mrs. Andersen's garage.  She wasn't embarrassed about her humble place.  She opened the door to her flat and threw the car keys into a bowel on the side table that sat on the edge of the kitchen.  The Maestro followed closely behind her and dropped his suitcase and bag on the floor by the bed.  He sat down on the freshly washed bedding and waved a hand over the space next to him.

All of a sudden she started feeling vulnerable.  Celeste rarely felt that way, but she couldn't help a sense of insecurity about the upcoming evening.  What she wasn't feeling unsure of was that the Maestro was on her bed and looking at her to make the next move.  

She walked closer to him, and stopped when her knees knocked into his on the edge of the bed. "Make love to me," Celeste pleaded.  She needed to feel close to him.

The Maestro said nothing as he moved his hands slowly up her thighs to take a hold of her sweater and lifted it lightly, barely touching her skin, over her head.  He threw the fabric somewhere to the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around her, undoing the hooks on her bra.  This felt different, from the last time they were intimate.  Before he was rough and needy, this time he was taking it slow and savoring this moment to memory.

He peeled off her bra and gently kissed the exposed skin, leaving small kisses until he found her n****e, he suckled it into his hot mouth and Celeste moaned from relief.  Yes! She thought. It had been forever in her mind since he last touched her like this.  Needing to feel his skin on hers she took off his shirt and this move was like firing a loaded gun, the Maestro went from soft loving to rough fuckery.  He stood up and demand she strip down to nothing.  Celeste did as she was told and then he prompted her over the bed.  He went to the floor on his knees and gave out a silent curse.  Her beautifully exposed p***y made the Maestro's mouth water and he dove in, like she was a thanksgiving feast.  

Celeste whaled on the bed and cried out from the pleasure.  The Maestro didn't hold back, his tongue and fingers mimicked each other and danced the lovers tango over her wet flower.  Just when Celeste felt like she couldn't take anymore after her second wave of ecstasy the Maestro stood from his position and removed his remaining clothes.  He gathered Celeste in his arms and brought her up onto the bed so that her back was on the sheets and her chest was flush with his. 

"I'm going to f**k you now," And with his promise, he pushed his member into her all the way to the hilt.  She cried, but not from pain.  Her tight wetness gave the Maestro a sense of awe.  Celeste felt like no other, this made him move faster and harder, Celeste's cries of pleasure only sparked his passion further.  

After round 2 and 3, Celeste laid next to the Maestro on her side, facing him.  "I missed you," She confessed.  

The Maestro removed his arm from over his eyes and gazed down at her with one eye open. "I can never forget you," He leaned down to kiss her before getting out of bed.  "I do believe there was a hot shower that was promised." He winked, standing in all his naked glory, unashamed as he should be. "Would you care to join me?"

Jumping out of bed Celeste raced him to the shower and they made love a 4th time before leaving to the party.

"Horderves, miss," One of the wait staff drew Celeste's attention from the Maestro.  She smiled at the short, older gentleman holding a sliver platter of fancy cheeses and grapes.

"Thank you," She took a small paper bowl that had some grapes in it. 

"You're Welcome," the man exclaimed, moving on to the next participant offering more treats.  

Celeste snacked on the fruit while she chatted with some of her colleges and almost missed her name being called from the other side of the room.  Dameon Slovinisic was wildly waving at her to come over.  It looked like he was talking to the director of his new opera and some of the producers.  She didn't want to go talk to Dameon now, she wanted to find the Maestro again, and maybe steal some kisses while no one was looking.  She adjusted herself to look professional and walked with her head held high and a warming smile.

"Should you not say hi to your lover before seeking a new one?" Celeste gasped and recoiled from the Maestros touch.  How did he find her so quickly?  Wasn't he busy talking to other women or someone important.  The Maestro laid a firm hand on her lower back as they walked together towards Dameon, who's smile started looking less confident.

"That is Dameon, the composer of your new opera," She choked out.  The Maestro's grip felt bruising and it started to concern her.  Celeste gave him a reassuring smile and added, "And he has never been a lover to me. You are the only man here whom I've slept with," This comment does the trick and the Maestro's grip loosens.

"Dameon," Celeste greets the overly perky composer with a smile and the addresses to the Maestro, "And this is Blaine Clarke," Celeste felt weird calling the Maestro by his name.  She never said it out loud.  Dameon outstretched his hand in greeting, but the Maestro only greeted him verbally, leaving a hint of awkwardness in the air.

"Right then," Slovinisic rushed to clear the air and already the conversation was dull.