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The increased moisture in the air seemed to heighten his senses. As Elijah took a deep breath, he swore he could taste floral notes in the otherwise dank atmosphere. Looking to the quickly darkening sky, he did his, now familiar, scan for rain clouds. Even on a beautiful day, he had learned to carry an umbrella – this was London after all. ​The newness of his situation still had him enthralled with the simplest of things as he made his way to and from work. The many parks filled right now with cherry trees in blossom could and had previously distracted him for hours. ​He was from the American west, the dry coastal hills of California, and an entirely different climate to where he found himself now. The investment banking firm he had worked for over the last five years had unexpectedly asked him to troubleshoot at the offices here in London. Usually, his quick answer would have been, “Hell no,” followed by, “No, absolutely not,” a moment later. ​That had all changed the night his fiancé had left him for his ex-best friend. Cheating Bitch! But that’s not the point of this tale. The only point of bringing that tramp up was that her betrayal led to his willingness to move and start somewhere fresh. The timing seemed perfect as it was just as spring was beginning and the worst of the winter weather accomplished. ​That evening’s outing was something he had been planning since his arrival two weeks ago; a trip to 116 Pall Mall, a champagne bar in central London. And no, before you judge him either way, Elijah was not heading to this establishment for the bubbly.He was going for the exceptionally rare Graham’s 1882 Ne Oublie Port sold by the glass. The price was extravagant, but the experience, he hoped, would be priceless.​The air was cool that evening as he made his way to the train. In a subconscious effort to stay warm, he pulled the fitted blue and red pinstriped suit coat tighter on his lithe frame. He was happy for the extra hug the vest under the jacket gave him, and with a slight hunch into the breeze, he counted the steps until he arrived.​The underground champagne bar was in the same building as the Institute of Directors; as such, the procession of businessmen and women clad in their suits of greys and blacks alerted him he was close.​This converted space was once the wine cellars of the Prince of Wales, now a stylish bar. It still featured the original iron gate cellar doors, vaulted ceilings, and exposed brickwork.​Elijah was taken with the flair of the décor immediately upon his entry. Everything was as touted, yet with a subtlety that warmed the space. He had been expecting cold, even imagined seeping bahis siteleri bricks in a state of decay, yet the tones were yellows and browns. The wall behind the bar was well-lit and colorful, with the different shades of the vintages found there. Gazing across the parquet floor, he took in the sitting area, several low-backed chairs, and couches of blue-grey velvet. Bypassing these, he made his way directly for the bar, hardly able to contain his giddy excitement.​A light giggle brought his attention to his right to a woman perched on a stool talking with the barman. A warm flush ran through his cheeks, and he blinked purposefully hard once. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw she still sat there, only now she and the barman were staring at him. Snapping back to reality, Elijah carefully closed his mouth, which he had realized was agape just moments earlier. Noticing the lips of the barman moving again, he focused and caught the end, “okay, mate?”​Looking back to the ebony-haired beauty, Elijah loosened his red silk tie, the coolness of the fabric helping him to calm a bit further. Licking his lips, he looked at the floor below her and unhurriedly raised his gaze taking in her muscular calves and freshly shaved skin until the slit in her dress stopped him just above her knee. Her hand sat there, fingers tipped with deep red, rolling and tapping. A sign of impatience or encouragement to hurry? The dress tied at her narrow waist divided her into two halves of decadence. The roundness of her hips and bottom disappeared into a point only to blossom forth once more into her ample, full bosom.​This female knew what she had and how to display it. Her yellow and orange dress had vertical stripes running over her shoulder, sloping under her breasts and gathering at the waist to be sucked in and cascading to the floor below. She was curvaceous, and he was spellbound. Finally, he made it to her lovely face, a cute smirk on her darkly painted pouty lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed flawless as it flowed to surround her lustrous eyes. He couldn’t say for sure, but he swore a radiant fire burned behind them, and this seemingly demure creature would prove to be quite the opposite in a more private setting.​Clearing his throat nervously, he introduced himself to them both, “Hi, I’m Elijah.” His smile cut short as he said inwardly, you fool, ‘Hi, I’m Elijah,’ what are we at junior prom?​In an attempt to right his wrongs and change the focus from his now evident embarrassment, turning to the barman, he requested, “A glass of 1882, please?”​”Certainly, sir,” the barman said, “I will need your credit card in advance. As canlı bahis siteleri you no doubt are aware, this port is 400 pounds per glass.”​Handing over his card Elijah heard that cute giggle again. Turning to address the sinuous seductress, he saw a broad smile on her face. ​”You certainly are a man who knows what he wants and is willing to put up the cash to get it. That is a great choice in the world of ports. My name is Mia, by the way, just in case you were interested, Elijah.” She emphasized Elijah in a way that showed she was teasing him about his unsmooth entrance. “You are welcome to sit by me if you like, but just know it’s so I can smell the port,” she added with another giggle.​”Nice to make your acquaintance Mia; my name is Elijah.” He nearly face palmed for introducing himself again. “Sorry, you already know that don’t you,” he added with a chuckle of his own. “Just a bit out of sorts tonight, been looking forward to tasting this wine since I read about it seven years ago back in California.” This last bit was merely a decoy to try and offer a reason for his apparent awkwardness.​”Oh, a California boy, I see. I noted your lovely accent.” She retorted, adding a bit of smolder to her eyes and continuing to twist her raven-colored hair playfully. “Not sure what landed you here and now in London, but welcome California.”​As he went to respond, the barman arrived with the hand-made crystal decanter—the curvature of it evoking sexuality. Three sterling silver cuffs adorned its surface. Behind this, the ruby liquid swayed slightly, the gravitational effect conjuring desire in its movement.​Pulling the stopper out of the decanter allowed the aromas to find both him and Mia. They curled up to light upon their olfactory senses. Elijah hadn’t known what to expect of something this old yet was surprised at its freshness in his nose; his tongue could “taste” the orange zest notes and spice tones.​The barman poured into an eight-ounce white wine glass, the bowl more prominent than the opening to further concentrate the fragrance of the viscous liquid.​As the barman slid the glass in front of him, Elijah noted that Mia also bent in to smell the perfumed air; orange, lime, dried fruit, almond, and honey were the main notes. Picking up his glass carefully, Elijah swirled it as he held it aloft in front of a light. Trying to look cool, you probably came off as pretentious, you nerd. Chill, enjoy. He silently berated himself.​Bringing the glass to his recently licked full lips, his nose immersed in the crisp scents, he tilted it to take a small sip that he held to fully mature on his palate. He was surprised canlı bahis to find it getting fresher and fresher as it sat, waiting to trickle down his throat. He was so caught up in its enormous depth and intensity of flavor that for the second time in ten minutes, he seemed to have no hearing. A light but insistent touch on the back of his hand began to bring him back to the moment. His gaze slid to the fingers that tapped lightly there, dark plum nails that he followed to the thick gold ring on her ring finger. He continued up the porcelain arm, across the lined fabric rounded from her assets, to alight on her face, where sat once again, that coy smile.​A slight shake of his head as if to clear it, and then he said, “Sorry, what was that? I was smitten with the essences I just had in my mouth.”​Mia allowing her smile to broaden into friendly and welcoming, repeated, “I was merely asking if it tasted as good as it smelled,”​Biting his tongue nearly off, Elijah resisted the retort, I bet you have heard that a time or two yourself. Instead, he kept it in where he could be the only one to scold himfor the lame pick-up line. Offering out loud, “Would you like a taste?” holding the glass out to her to show his sincerity.​”Oh, no, I couldn’t,” Mia said in a shocked tone, “Each sip must be twenty pounds in price or more. You go ahead. I’m enjoying watching you.” ​”Really, you need to try this. I am asking you again to take a sip. Tell me what you think.” He beseeched her.​This time Mia took the glass from him and held it to her dainty nose. After a long, deep inhale, she parted her well-upholstered lips and allowed a rivulet of the ruby liquid to skim over her tongue. “Oh my!” She exclaimed, “That is even better than I fantasized.” Still savoring the bright tang in her mouth, she extended the glass back to him with one hand, the other unconsciously tracing lines on the back of Elijah’s hand.​Leaning forward, her dress pulled open to expose her delicious cleavage; she whispered in his ear, “Thank you, California boy, for that experience. I shall not soon forget you.”​Elijah could smell both the full citrus honey notes of the port on her breath and the lush floral of her perfumed chest. His body decided he wanted her before he even thought about it, his pants tightening as he grew and filled them.​Watching as she slid off the stool, her peek toe high-heels finding the wood-covered floor, he said, “What? Are you going? I want to know more of you than just your name.”​”Oh, I am sure you shall with time,” she responded. Her hand upon his knee, gaze taking in his clear arousal, she leaned in again and allowed her lips to brush across his cheek. Whispered once more, “You are welcome to call on me anytime, California.”​”But I don’t have your number or anything really, just a name. How am I going to do that?” He asked incredulously.

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