Erotic Stories by Alicia Night Orchid

After a cozy evening in Santa Barbara--we dined at  Ca Dario, deservedly rated the best Italian restaurant in Santa Barbara withe excellent service and food and reasonable prices--we hit the road again, with a detour into the wine country.

The drive up along Route 154 is replete with spectacular vistas, craggy mountains and rural settings. We had lunch at the Los Olivos Cafe (in the movie "Sideways-" it's the place where Miles et al have dinner and he calls his ex-wife drunk), before hitting the Firestone and Curtis wineries on the Foxen Valley Trail.

After lunch, we were attracted to the Firestone winery, where overall the service and the wine mediocre. By comparison, the Curtis winery was a delight. The Texas transplant working the tasting the bar was nearly overwhelmed with customers, but maintained her cool and good humour through all seven tastings.

From the wine country, we headed north again, taking another side trip to Guadelupe and Oso Flaco. Oso Flaco is a primitive state park south of Pismo Beach. The drive up the coast along 101 is predictably breath taking. The state park itself sits about a mile off the backroad you take to get there. You walk a path, cross a bridge that spans an inland lake, and hike a boardwalk over towering and spectacular dunes. Finally, you crest a dune and there is the beach and ocean and nothing else for as far as the eye can see. We took photos and watched the waves roll in We had dinner at the cowboy bar, The Far West, in Guadalupe, where the waiters nearly tripped over themselves to serve us--I'm not sure if they were more attracted to Kate's cleavage or my legs. Both parts of our anatomies received a good viewing.

We'd hoped to get further up the road, but the wine and he side trips,made that a challenge. After dinner, we headed back to Oxnard where the 101 and the 1 intersect.

We enjoyed a spectacular sunset from the balcony of our hotel room. We were still drinking wine, late in the evening, when Kate asked me about the first time I'd been with a woman and how I knew it was the right thing for me. Like I said before, Kate and I have been friends for a long time and she knows I go both ways--but she's never shown a sexual interest in me or any other woman, and I respected that. I was a little surprised by her question, but decided to go with the flow.

I had to think back a ways, but I still remembered that hot summer in New Orleans, when a red-headed beauty fifteen years my senior, seduced me in the kitchen of one of the city's premier hotels. I was a line cook--she was the sous chef and she had her eyes on my sweet young tush from the moment I signed on. I felt her gaze all the time. Sometimes, we worked so closely together, I could detect her scent. She smelled like black truffles. musty and earthy.

(More to come...)