Stomping Naked

by Kate Hill
Sexy Satyr Clive takes Bonnie on a tour of his family vineyard that most visitors never get.

Bonnie learned quickly that to be truly happy with a Satyr she needed to appreciate three things--wine, sex and nature. Fortunately, despite being a city girl, she loved all three. Even if she hadn't, a man like Clive could make just about anything enjoyable. As a member of the Hearthside City Police Force, Clive wasn't able to spend as much time as he liked in the wilderness. When he had a rare weekend off and asked if she wanted to visit his father's vineyard, she not only agreed, but looked forward to the trip. Like many Satyrs, Clive's family had been in the wine business for centuries. His father's vineyard stood on the edge of the Wicked Wild, bordering the realm of an Elfin clan. As they neared his father's house, located on the vineyard, Bonnie gazed out the car window. The setting sun cast a golden glow on the rows of grapevines. To one side the river ran down from the mountains and to the other stood the dark forest. "It's so beautiful here," Bonnie said. "Yeah," Clive replied. She turned to him and saw the smile on his lips. His even, white teeth gleamed against his dark goatee. Clive was such a handsome Satyr--tall and sleekly-muscled with a chiseled face and gorgeous, golden-tanned skin. Sexy horns poked through the dark, curly hair just above his temples. "Glad to be home?" she asked, placing a hand to the back of his neck and massaging it.

Clive tilted his head from side to side and groaned with pleasure. "Damn that feels good. And to answer your question, home is wherever you are." As usual, his words warmed her and she leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "That's sweet, but you know what I mean. I know how you love the country." "I'm glad to be back, except I'm not looking forward to hearing Dad bitch about my work again." His father had wanted Clive to join the family business. Like Bonnie, he worried about Clive getting hurt in the dangerous career he'd chosen, yet she knew that was only because Archer loved him so much. "Yeah, he lectures you, but he's proud of you and you know it, Clive." "I can't wait to show you around," he said, parking the car in front of the stone-faced mansion. Narrowing her eyes in his direction, she teased, "I think you're looking forward to tasting the wine most of all." He turned to her, cupped the back of her head and drew her face toward his. "After tasting you, no wine can compare." He covered her mouth in a firm yet tender kiss. Closing her eyes, she slipped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his gently probing tongue. He explored her mouth while reaching down to unfasten his seatbelt, then hers. Pulling her nearer, he deepened the kiss even more and Bonnie moaned, briefly forgetting where she was. When the kiss broke, they held each other's gaze and smiled. "I hope your father isn't watching," she said. "He's a Satyr. It wouldn't phase him if we undressed and did it on the front lawn. Actually that's not a bad idea." "No! Absolutely not. " Bonnie placed her hands against his chest, intending to push him away. Unfortunately his shirt was unbuttoned almost down to his navel and when her hands met his warm, hair-dusted flesh she couldn't stop touching him. She ran her palms over the rock-hard

muscles and slid her fingers inside his shirt to sweep her thumbs over his hard little nipples and caress his ribs. Clive curled his lip. "This is how you say no?" Regaining control of herself, Bonnie dropped her hands and turned to leave the car, but he caught her wrist and kissed her hand. She glanced at him, any irritation she'd felt a moment ago fading at the playful look in his eyes. They stepped out of the car and Clive took their suitcase from the back seat. When they reached the front door, Archer already stood, awaiting them. Tall like Clive, he had dark hair streaked with gray and a beard the color of steel. His horns were longer and thinner than Clive's and Bonnie tried not to stare at them. A blush rose in her cheeks. Clive glanced at her and winked. "Good to see you, son, and in one piece too," Archer said, embracing Clive tightly. "Think we can avoid talking about my job while we're here?" Clive asked. "I'll see what I can do." Archer clapped him on the back and released him. Turning to Bonnie, Archer swept her into a snug embrace, which she returned. "Come on in. Get settled, then we'll have dinner. We have a lot to talk about." A pretty young maid showed Bonnie and Clive to a spacious bedroom overlooking the vineyard. As the maid left, closing the door behind her, Clive tossed the suitcase on a large bed covered in a green and white quilt. Bonnie walked to the open doors leading to a balcony and drew a deep breath of fresh country air. A moment later, Clive wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. "I know what you were thinking when you saw my father. You couldn't stop looking at his horns," Clive said, laughing.

"It's your fault." She turned and lightly slapped his shoulder. "Why did you have to tell me that a Satyr's horns hint at the shape of his--" "I thought you noticed. I have fat horns and you know I have a thick--" "How was I supposed to know about the horn and cock thing? You're the only Satyr I've ever slept with." "And it better stay that way." He rested his hands on her shoulders and kissed her, then brushed the tip of his nose against hers. "Most of the men working at this vineyard are Satyrs and they work the old fashioned way." "And what's the old fashioned way?" "In the nude." Bonnie grinned. "You mean I'm going to spend the weekend with dozens of naked Satyrs? Lord, I love this world." Tilting his head slightly to the side, Clive said, "Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here." "Are you worried? Maybe a little jealous?" "Me?" He snorted. "Jealous of other men? Hell no." Bonnie watched him turn and head for the adjoining bathroom. Her gaze fixed on the tight curve of his ass in his jeans. He had no reason to be jealous, but she loved teasing him. She was the one who should probably be worried, being a mere human woman living in a world of magic with a gorgeous Satyr. They were insatiable. There were times when Clive wanted to fuck her morning, noon and night. Not that she was complaining, but sometimes he simply wore her out. Bonnie smiled, desire tightening her lower belly. Her nipples stiffened and she closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about all the times he had so lovingly and lustfully fucked her to sleep. She'd simply been too exhausted to stay awake.

A short time later, they sat with Archer in the dining room. Seated at one end of a long, oak table, they enjoyed a delicious venison dinner. Clive had explained that in this part of the magical world, almost everyone lived off the land. Archer and several of his employees hunted in the forest for fresh meat and they traded with the Elves for other food products, exchanging grapes, raisins and juices for incomparable Elfin vegetables. After dinner, Archer and Clive gave her a partial tour of the vineyard, but decided she would enjoy it more in the sunlight. That night, Bonnie excused herself early, giving Clive some time alone with his father. While the men sipped wine and talked in the study, Bonnie took a bath, then climbed into bed wearing a camisole and panties. The soft sheets felt so good against her bare arms and legs. She'd left the balcony doors open, letting the warm breeze drift through the room. Not long after she had settled into bed, Clive stepped into the room and approached. "Did you and your Dad have a nice talk?" Bonnie asked, sitting up and watching him tug off his shirt and toss it aside, baring his gorgeous torso. Her heartbeat quickened just from looking at him. "Yeah, but I have even nicer plans for us tonight." He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand, caressing it lightly. "Put your pants on." "Why? Where are we going?" "You'll see." When he looked at her so lustfully, she couldn't deny him anything. Bonnie rose from the bed and tugged on her pants and sandals. Taking her hand, Clive guided her out of the house. As they walked quietly down the hallway, Bonnie noticed the gleam in his eyes and a grin on his lips. Something told her he was holding back laughter. What did her crafty Satyr have planned for her tonight? Outside, they walked for what seemed like miles down a path through the vines laden with ripe fruit.

"Clive, where are we going?" she demanded, hurrying to keep up with his long strides. He slowed his pace to accommodate her and gazed up at the starry sky. "Gorgeous night, isn't it?" "Yeah. You still haven't told me what's up." "Me, for one thing." He grinned and placed her hand against the hefty bulge in the front of his jeans. "I know. We're going to do it right here in the vineyard?" He chuckled. "No. Anyone messes around near the grapes and my father castrates them." "You're kidding, right?" "Sort of. Way back in the old days, before our Satyr blood cooled through interbreeding, castration was a punishment for--" "I'm not hearing this! I'm not hearing this!" Bonnie sang in a loud voice. They finally left the vast field of grapevines behind. As they neared the forest, Bonnie saw an adorable cottage of stone and wood. When they reached it, Clive opened the door and they stepped inside. He switched on a light and Bonnie glanced around the single spacious room. There was a fireplace on one wall, in front of which stood a tan loveseat draped with a green quilt. To one side of the room was a bed with a pirate-style trunk at the foot of it and on the other side a kitchen area. In the center of the room stood a large wooden vat with a smaller washtub and towels beside it. The open door at the back of the cottage led to a bathroom. "This is so cute," Bonnie said. "Who lives here?" "It's mine," Clive said. "I built it a long time ago, before I went to work in Hearthside. I spent a lot of time here when I was younger. Come here." Still holding her hand, he tugged her toward the wooden bin. It was partially filled with fat, purple grapes. She grinned. "What is this?"

"Take your clothes off." "Why?" Tilting his head to the side in a manner she'd always found endearing, he asked, "Why do you think?" She did as he requested, removing her sandals, pants and underwear while he unzipped his jeans and kicked off his shoes. Bonnie's hungry gaze roamed over his naked body. Though slim, he was beautifully muscled with broad shoulders, a lean waist and long, sinewy legs. Unable to resist, she stepped closer and caressed the expanse of his gorgeous, tanned chest, loving how the soft, curly dusting of hair tickled her palms. Clive grasped the bottom of her camisole and tugged it up her body. She raised her arms so he could remove the garment and toss it aside. "You're so beautiful," he said, gently cupping her breasts. He lifted them and bent his head, brushing feathery kisses across them. His tongue rolled over first one nipple, then her other. Bonnie sighed with pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered and she ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She lightly caressed his horns, then grasped his rock-hard shoulders. Finally he straightened and guided her to the bin. "I thought you might like to stomp some grapes." Bonnie cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you said they don't make wine like that anymore?" "This vineyard uses wine presses now, but visitors still like to stomp. Dad lets them do it on tours of the vineyard. Give it a try." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know. Looks slimy." "It feels good once you get used to it." "Are you getting in there with me?"

He snorted. "Why do you think our clothes are off? You don't think naked stomping is part of the regular tour, do you?" "With Satyrs I couldn't be sure." Bonnie tightened her grip on his hand as she stepped into the bin. Her bare feet sank into the grapes and her face scrunched up. "Ohh, Clive." Laughing, he joined her in the bin. She reached for his other hand and for several moments they walked around in the grapes, squashing them into juice. Soon she became accustomed to the feel of the grapes between her toes and even started to like it. She stared down, concentrating on her feet, until she felt his heated gaze upon her. "Dionysus, you're gorgeous," he said, his voice husky with passion. Taking her in his arms, he rocked her gently and she followed his rhythm as they danced in the grapes. He kissed her and Bonnie slipped her arms around his neck. Clive's hands roamed over her back then caressed her buttocks. Bonnie moaned softly, loving the warmth and wetness of his kiss and the feel of his stiff cock trapped between their bodies. Clive deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing hers with long, slow strokes while he continued massaging her ass. His body was so warm and hard, smooth in places and hairy in others. In his arms, she felt sexy and cherished. No man had ever made her feel like this. Sliding her hand between them, she curled her fist around his thick shaft and stroked it, making him moan with desire. He kissed her neck and teased her ear with his tongue. Bonnie reluctantly let go of his cock, only because she had the mad urge to feel his ass. She slid her palms over his lean hips and grasped his bottom, loving how the firm spheres tightened even more as she fondled them. His mouth still locked on hers, he swept her into his arms and stumbled a bit in the slippery grapes. Bonnie gave a little scream of laughter and clung harder to his neck. He placed her outside the bin, into the washtub where she rinsed off her feet.

While she dried her feet, he climbed out of the bin and washed his. Bonnie tossed him the towel and he dried off quickly. With a roguish grin, he picked her up again, carried her to the bed and placed her upon it. Clive rolled her onto her stomach and began covering her with kisses. His lips gently pressed against the back of her neck, across her shoulders and down her spine. Reaching her bottom, he squeezed and nipped it. Then he placed nibbling kisses beneath each cheek and licked the place where his teeth had lightly pressed her flesh. Bonnie giggled into the pillow and squirmed a bit. It felt so good to be touched and teased like this. Clive always seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He continued kissing her all over, trailing his lips and tongue down each leg and even kissing the soles of her feet. He gently bit her toes and Bonnie wiggled them and laughed. "Turn," he ordered, his voice deep and husky with desire as he rolled her onto her back. Their gazes locked and there was no missing the lust burning in his slanted blue eyes that stared at her from beneath wickedly arched eyebrows. Damn, he was so sexy. She wanted him to devour her then and there. As if guessing her desires, he growled softly and moved down the bed, guiding her legs over his shoulders. His hands slid beneath her buttocks and he covered her soft flesh with his mouth, teasing her with lips and tongue until she exploded. "Oh, Clive!" she cried, her fingers tight on his hair as she quivered and writhed. He kept a firm hold on her buttocks, however, controlling her motions while he continued teasing her. Before the pulsations stopped, he changed his position, covering her body with his and entering her with a long, slow thrust. Bracing a hand on either side of her head, he kissed her while his lean hips pumped into her. Moaning with pleasure, Bonnie closed her eyes and clung to him, loving the heat of their bodies and the way he whispered her name in her ear while driving her toward another climax.

Her passion rekindled quickly and soon she felt that wonderful yet frustrating tightening below her waist. Panting and straining beneath him, she couldn't form words but could only moan with need. Again she exploded. Clive paused, still buried deep inside her. Beyond her pleasure, she heard the rasp of his breath and felt the tightening of his steely muscles. She knew he was holding back. Only when she finished and lay panting and satisfied did he withdraw from her. Again he pushed her onto her stomach. Stretching out beside her, he kissed her nape and caressed her hip and thigh. "Awake yet?" he whispered. "Yes," she murmured with a smile. "Good." He sat up, then tugged her onto her hands and knees. Bonnie knew what he wanted and her heartbeat quickened with desire. Kneeling behind her, he caressed her back and hips, then kissed her bottom again. His tongue dipped between the indentation, making her gasp with pleasure. Then he straightened and grasped her hips. He eased into her slick passage. Despite his desire, he pumped slowly and slid a hand around to fondle the aching little nub between her legs. Bonnie moaned. Every stroke of his cock and caress of his fingers pushed her toward another climax. Soon she hovered on the edge. Trembling with need, she pressed her forearms against the mattress and said, "Clive, please. Will you hurry!" With a throaty chuckle, he thrust a bit faster, his finger rubbing in a rhythm that hurled her over the edge. As she writhed and bucked, he used both hands to steady her hips and pump even quicker. His groans of desire and the speed of his thrusts told her he was about to explode. When he climaxed, he cried her name, his voice deep and hoarse with passion.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and their bodies entwined. Clive rolled onto his back and tugged her close to him. Resting her cheek against the warm, hard expanse of his chest, Bonnie listened to the wild rhythm of his heart. Finally it slowed to normal, as did hers. Clive kissed her hair, then he left the bed. Bonnie watched curiously as he opened the trunk at the foot of it. When he returned, he held a tiny black satin pouch. Sitting on the bed, he offered the pouch to her. "What is this?" She smiled, opening the pouch and reaching inside. Her eyes widened in surprise and she tugged out a heart-shaped diamond ring. "Oh, Clive. It's. . ." "About time?" He chuckled. "I was going to say it's beautiful." He took the ring from her only to slip it on her finger upon which already rested her plain gold wedding band. Then he kissed her hand and said, "I love you, Bonnie." "I love you too." She edged closer and embraced him. Her gorgeous Satyr held her snugly and she closed her eyes, inhaling his fresh, masculine scent and enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. Of all the wonderful times they'd already shared, this weekend was among the very best. The End