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I had it all planned out to the smallest detail. I wanted it all to be perfect, and surely that isn't too much to ask for is it? I was standing next to sofa… it all was arranged cozily. The pillows were placed to support our backs, so we could lounge about. Placed on the small coffee tables within easy reach were the succulent strawberries, raspberries, grapes and pieces of freshly cut pineapple. I couldn't resist popping a piece of the pineapple into my mouth… letting the wonderful taste explode in my mouth. Hmmm.. Next to the fruit platter, I had a bowl of dark chocolate, warmed and waiting for the small, tasty pieces of fruit to sample its luscious taste. And last, but not least… a bowl of sweet whipped cream, resting on some chipped ice, to keep it nicely cool to taste.
I was quite nervous. I moved over to check my hair in the mirror. My hands smoothed over the sleek bobbed auburn hair. It curled gently under my chin. I licked my lips to cover the dryness my anxiety was causing. I looked down to check that my turquoise nightgown, with its very deeply veed, lacy front, looked all right. I paused to run my hands over my full white breasts, barely concealed with the lace. My nipples were hard and peaked with my excitement. I glanced at the clock. Yes, you were due to arrive any moment now. And then I heard your knock at the front door… my heart leapt into my throat as all my emotions collided at once. You are finally here.
I rush to the door and fling it open. You look at me, and I see your eyes widen in surprise, then joy, then narrow with arousal. I reach out, pulling you inside. You step past me, allowing me to close and lock the door. That is when you see the room and all its preparations for your arrival. Now you knew what I had meant when I had mentioned online that I was planning something special for your birthday celebration. I see your brown eyes sweep over the fruit, the pillows, the bottle of chilling wine and glasses, and finally, you laugh out loud as you see that playing on the television monitor is the scene of a roaring fireplace. You had mentioned how much you liked sitting in front of one…. And this was the best I could do. I catch my lower lip with my teeth, worrying it needlessly while I wait for your comments. But then you surprise me, as you always do, and just move closer to me, taking the phone off the hook just before you gather me into your strong arms.
"Ahh" I sigh deeply as I feel the warmth of your caring embrace seep deeply into my soul. Your large hands rub gently over my back, covered by the turquoise silk of my gown. Then you pull back, and press a soft kiss to my forehead. I smile at your gentleness, then gasp as you then pull me back for a deeply passionate, soul searching kiss. The kind of kiss that reaches to your deepest core, and curls a woman's toes…. The kind that knocks her shoes right off. Your right hand moves from my shoulder, ever so slowly downward over the lace front till you reach my peaking nipple. I gasp into your hot mouth as you firmly pinch my taut, yearning nipple. "Oh, yes…." I manage to whisper, just as your warm palm moves the lace aside to cup my full, firm breast. Within a few seconds, I find myself lying against the pillows I had so skillfully arranged. Your brown haired head is pressed to my breasts, as you suckle me and give me such passionate joy.
But I finally get a hold of myself… after all, this is YOUR birthday… not mine… I gently push on your shoulders until our positions are reversed. Then I carefully, with a loving kiss at each button, release you from your cotton plaid shirt. I spread the edges back, taking several long moments, to kiss and savor your own masculine nipples and your firm manly chest. I let my fingernails lightly scratch down your skin, till I reach your belt. I carefully release your belt, pulling it free from the surrounding loops.
I lean back then, and take a succulent red strawberry. I dip it first in the chocolate, then into the whip cream. Then ever so slowly, I offer you the fruit. You take it eagerly from my fingers, nipping them slightly. I pause and lick my fingers, then reach for a piece of pineapple. This I give you free of any chocolate or cream. "Something a little tangy with the sweet," I say softly. I lean forward, letting my full, lace covered breasts press firmly to your chest, and give you a long, tongue stroking kiss. When I pull back, your eyes are somewhat glazed with passionate arousal. "Not yet," I whisper.
I stand and quickly remove your pants and underwear. Your masculine hardness rises in splendor before me. I smile as I toss your clothes aside. Then I kneel beside you, near your waist. You watch as I reach over, this time dipping my fingers into the chocolate. Then I ever so slowly touch my fingers to your hardness. You jerk a bit in surprise, which rapidly turns into a gasp of your own as I lower my head to taste the chocolate while I worship your manhood. My hot mouth takes you inside. When I finally raise my head, pushing my red hair back, you manage to gasp out…. "What a wonderful birthday present!"
I shake my head, then stand next to the sofa. You look puzzled at my actions. I push the gown off my shoulders, letting it fall to right below my waist. Then I reach over, pulling off the white napkin that had covered the other small coffee table. You see the shaving cream, razor. I wait till your gaze returns to mine. Then I let the gown fall to my feet.
I reveal that in the weeks since we were last together, I had let my pubic hair grow. "I wanted to recreate some of the splendor from my first shave…." I smile a slow, sensuous smile finally. "This is your birthday present my love…"
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