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On Friday afternoon Tom was anxious to leave work as early as possible. He and his long-term girlfriend Abby had plans to celebrate his thirtieth birthday with a nice dinner and, he hoped, an even nicer roll in the hay. They had met several years after college and within weeks became an item. They had lived together for a few years and they were both comfortable in their jobs and with each other. Sure, they had little tiffs now and then, but their love was strong and they truly were devoted to each other.
On his way home his phone pinged a message which he looked at once he was stopped at a red light.
4 tonight birthday boy LOL the message read. Above it was a selfie Anne had taken showing her wearing a sexy smile and tiny, thin little bra which did nothing to hide her beaded nipples. Unfortunately, the picture was cut off at mid-abdomen, but it still was provocative and sexy.
Tom pulled over into a parking lot so he could respond.wow home in 5
When he arrived, Abby had hidden in the guest bedroom and told him through the door he would have to wait until he was dressed to see her. They had agreed on dressing nicely for dinner at the most spendy restaurant in town. He quickly showered and put on his best suit complete with vest and tie. Once he was ready, he politely knocked on her door only to hear her say he needed to close his eyes until she came out into the hall.
Once his eyes opened, he was struck dumb. His girlfriend, whose every curve he had known for years, was absolutely stunning. A dark red rose was festooned in her dirty blonde hair, which had been pulled up in a sexy twist, exposing her slim neck. This, in turn, seemed to draw his eyes to her exposed upper chest. Her dress was cut low and he could see the tempting swelling of her breasts above the bodice. The LBD, seemingly painted on her torso and hips, stopped at her mid-thighs, thighs accentuated with sexy stay-ups whose tops were just visible below the hem.
“You like?” she asked as she pirouetted for him.
“God, Abs, you have no idea how gorgeous and sexy you are.”
“Thank you. You clean up pretty nice, too, Honey,” she responded as she straightened his tie and dusted imaginary lint off his shoulders. “Ready to go?”
“No, I’m ready to stay and pull that little thing slowly off you.”
“Now, now, we have plenty of time for that later. I’m hungry and I promised you good food and wine and you promised me dancing, so we have to head out,” she laughed as she pulled him by the hand towards the door.
The restaurant in a five-star hotel was known to be expensive, but the food was fabulous. They had eaten there only once years before. The valet service was efficient and they were escorted to their cozy and secluded table by the handsome maitre d’. Their waitress was a cute little college girl who introduced herself as Tiffany. Her service was prompt and pleasant as she catered quickly to their every request. Once the wonderful meal was finished, they adjourned to the dark little jazz club in the same complex.
Jazzy dance tunes were featured by the trio and after finishing their wine, Tom took Abby by the hand and led her to the tiny dance floor. He took her in his arms and danced using steps he had learned as a teenager in old Mrs. Steinmetz’ dance school.
After he had led her through several tunes, she whispered in his ear, “You are every woman’s dream guy, know it?”
“Mmm, why?”
“Girls just want to be in the arms of their lovers, enjoying the music, feeling the rhythm, being transported to bliss.”
“Glad you like it. ‘s fun.”
“Honey, you have no idea how sexy you are like this. I’ve been one lucky girl.”
The band took a brief break allowing the two a few minutes to finish their drinks. Once the band came back on stage, the leader announced the next set of tunes was ‘for lovers.’
Abby dragged Tom back up to the tiny dance floor and they began to slowly move to the music. Tom led with just a tiny gap between them but Abby quickly pulled herself to him, rubbing her breasts up against his lower chest and slipping her leg between his. He kept time with the music using smaller steps as he let his right arm hold her lower back while his left held her right hand. As she rubbed up to him, she could feel his promising response of what was yet to come. She knew he was getting excited and could feel her own response build. After the third or fourth dance she snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear, “As much as I like to dance, I can think of something I’d rather be doing right now. I’ve got a room reserved upstairs. Can I interest you in joining me?”
After breaking apart she led him out the side door and quickly through the hotel lobby. In the elevator she punched the top button before telling him she wanted to dance a tiny bit more. They swayed silently to unheard music as the elevator sped them to the penthouse floor. At the furthest door, she pulled a key card from the top of one pullup stocking and opened the door. The suite was magnificent, lights from the city cast a glow in the darkened room and soft music came from hidden speakers.
“Honeymoon suite,” she laughed, “I know we’re not honeymooners yet, but I figured it was worth it. More wine?” She opened a half bottle of a sparkling wine and poured each a small glass. “To the best guy ever. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you. Happy birthday, Sweetheart. Here’s to you.”
They toasted silently before opening the curtains to view the city below. After sitting on the loveseat, they chatted quietly about the evening. She lay her head on his shoulder while his hand gently rubbed her shoulder.
“Love me?” she asked.
“Abs, you have no idea how much I love you. I can’t imagine life without you.”
“Good,” she sighed, “That means you’re stuck with me, warts and all.”
“I like your warts,” he responded as his hand slid lightly over her breasts.
“Those are not warts, Dummy, they’re nipples, and you’re making them very happy,” she laughed.
He took her glass from her hand, placed both on the end table and reached around her, pulling her to him. Their kiss was soft, tender and promising. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hand continued to tease her nipple. Eventually, she broke away and pushed him gently back with her hand.
“Stay there. Don’t move.” She began to slowly gyrate in front of him letting her hands slide up and down her torso and thighs. A hand reached up and released her hair as she spun and wove slowly in front of him, her eyes closed with a small smile on her lips. After a few minutes she pulled up the hem slowly exposing her thighs above the stockings. She turned away from him as the hem rose up over her bare buttocks. Expecting to see her panties or thong, Tom was amazed to see she had been commando.
“You’re bare!” he whispered.
“Umm-hmm. Like it?”
“Love it. Come here…”
“Uh-uh. You stay there, Birthday Boy. This is for you.” She continued to gyrate slowly as she pulled the dress ever higher until her breasts popped free and she tossed the dress over to the side. She was nude except for her stockings and CFMs; a vision of beauty dancing for him, thrusting her pelvis and rubbing her nipples, exciting him further and further. Her dancing brought her closer to him until he could reach out and touch her but when he tried, she gently slapped his hand away with a soft giggle. Closer still she grabbed both of his hands and put them out to his side before she climbed onto his lap. “No touching,” she warned.
After writhing around on his lap, she reached down and rubbed his throbbing member before gently pulling his zipper down. Once she slid off his lap, she grabbed his pants and boxers, told him to raise his butt and slid them down to his ankles.
“Let me get my shoes…”
“No, I kinda like it that you’re hobbled. I’m in control here, so you stay put.” She bent down and gently grabbed him, pulling the skin up and down over his knob. She leaned over and rubbed his shaft over her chest and between her breasts bringing audible groans from Tom. Intermittently, she would rub the tip right on her nipples, trailing faint streaks of precum over them. After asking him if he wanted anything else she leaned over, dropped her mouth to his cock before sucking and licking him slowly and deliberately. Tom had always enjoyed her oral skills but this blow job seemed to be way better than any before. She sucked, she licked, she hummed and she stroked slowly, lovingly. She was in no rush and gently teased him until he was right at the edge but she allowed no release. Time and again he was sure he would climax but just at that critical moment, she sensed his impending orgasm and slowed her oral ministrations, gently squeezed his cock and eased off the sucking.
“Abs, you’re driving me crazy,” he moaned.
“You want me to stop?” she asked with her mouth still around him.
“Noooo, just let me come!”
“Uh-uh. You’re my toy tonight and I get to do with you what I want.” She renewed her oral activities, bringing him closer and closer, but never all the way to release.
“Abs…”
“Mmm?”
“Please, I’ll do anything you want, but please let me come!”
“Anything? Really?”
“Yes, yes…”
“Hmm. Well, OK,” she responded as she worked quickly to bringing him off. The orgasm was like none he had ever experienced in their entire relationship. He arched his back slowly and when it hit, pulsations of pleasure ripped through his pelvis, torso and brain. Vivid lights whirled in front of his tightly closed eyes and he could hear himself groaning out loud, something he’d rarely done before. Slowly the sensations passed and he collapsed back into the seat, breathing heavily.
She kept kneeling on the floor and gently licking him, surprised he never completely lost his erection. After releasing him, she bent down to untie his shoes and pulled his pants off. Next came the shirt. Once he was completely nude, she strolled over to the huge bed.