[Disclaimer: This story is created with the help of HeartByte, a free AI assisted writing tool . All the plots are my original, but the tool helped with words, dialogs, etc to be able to publish faster. Nevertheless, I think it's a fun story that combined a lot of my personal life experience. I hope you enjoy it!]
As the drawing session resumed, Shira gestured to the server, who promptly refilled their glasses with the crisp, golden Chardonnay.
With each stroke of her brush, vibrant hues danced across the canvas. She leaned back, studying the work with a critical eye, and then turned to Brian.
"What do you think so far?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine. "I'm aiming for a bold, almost abstract feel, but I want to make sure it still captures the essence of the landscape." Brian nodded thoughtfully.
"Done and done," Brian said, putting the final touches on the canvas. He stepped back, staring at the different shades of green and the small black cat he had added in the corner of the vineyard scene.
Shira nodded in approval. "It looks wonderful. Let's take a picture before we move on."
Brian held up the painting, and Shira snapped a few shots with her phone. "I'll AirDrop them to you," Shira tapping on her screen.
A moment later, Brian's phone buzzed with the incoming photo transfer. As he opened the images, his eyes widened slightly at the unexpected sight of a sultry selfie Shira had included. In the photo, Shira was wearing hot pink bikini. Her body posing to an angle that emphasised her thin waist. Her upper half of the face was cut out of the selfie, leaving her sexy lips in the photo, with her mouth slightly open.
"Oops, that one slipped in there by accident," Shira said with a sly smile, taking a sip of her wine.
Brian chuckled, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
At evening, Instagram creatively hosted a picnic at sunset event. The picnic was held in a charming meadow, where a array of Morandi-colored blankets were spread out on the lush grass. As the sun dipped below the horizon, its golden rays bathed the scene in a warm glow, with the background of endless grapevines.
There was a DJ table set up and a bar table on the side. Shira sauntered over to the bar, her eyes scanning the cocktail menu. As she looked up, she found herself face-to-face with the most stunning bartender she had ever laid eyes on. His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes immediately caught her attention. He was wearing a sleek tight fit black shirt, and long black pants and black shoes. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as he flashed her a charming smile.
"What can I get for you, miss?" he asked, his voice smooth and alluring.
Shira's eyes darted back to the menu, trying to focus on the cleverly named drinks:
Insta-Fizz: A sparkling mix of white peach puree, fresh mint leaves, a squeeze of lime, and a generous pour of brut Champagne.
Like-Worthy Libation: A tropical blend of coconut rum, pineapple juice, a hint of orange curacao, and a float of coconut cream, garnished with a pineapple wedge and cherry.
Influencer's Indulgence: A sophisticated concoction of vodka, elderflower liqueur, white cranberry juice, and a splash of lemon, topped with a delicate foam of egg white.
Viral Vixen: A bold and seductive blend of gin, grapefruit juice, a dash of agave nectar, and a float of Prosecco, served on the rocks with a slice of grapefruit.
"I'll have the Insta-Fizz, please," she replied, returning his smile with a flirtatious one of her own.
"So where are you from? I'm Seth, by the way."
"Florida."
While Shira was able to say more, she felt a hand placed on her lower back. She turned around, surprised to see Brian standing behind her in a white linen shirt, his eyes sparkling with a warm smile.
"There you are," he said, his voice low and intimate.
She immediately pointed to a secluded garden on the other side of the meadow. "Let's go over there. It's a bit quieter."
Seth, the bartender, watched them walking away, his expression slightly disappointed.
Shira and Brian made their way through the picnic blankets, weaving between the groups of influencers. They didn't go to the garden, instead they directly went to Shira's hotel room upstairs.
As the door closed behind them, Shira pulled Brian close, her fingers running through his hair as their lips met in a hungry kiss. Their bodies pressed together, burning.
Brian's hands roamed her curves. She let out a soft moan, tugging at his shirt until it fell to the floor.
"Shira, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips tracing along her jawline.
Shira responded by making quick work of his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle as she backed him towards the sofa. While he sat there, Shira straddled him, her dress riding up her thighs as she ground against him. "You've been a bad boy," she purred, her lips grazing his ear. "Do you know what happens to bad boys?"
Brian's hands slid up her silky smooth legs, caressing the soft skin. "Tell me," he murmured huskily, pulling her closer.
Shira started touching his abs. "They get punished," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his neck.
Brian skillfully got into to Shira, his hands holding her waist. Their bodies moved in a sensual rhythm, the air thick with desire.
"You feel incredible," Brian murmured.
Shira let out a breathy long moan, her nails raking down his back. "Don't stop." Brian's hand slid up the curve of her hip, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other.