Birthday

She stood before the mirror. Her thick, dark, hair fell in cascading waves down her back, still wet from the shower she'd taken only a short time before. Drops of water trailed down her body, along the gentle slope of her breasts, hovering for a moment at her erect nipples before falling to the flat plane of her belly. Pale blue eyes lifted to examine herself in the mirror. Rose lips curved into a knowing smile. It was his birthday, and she had 'special' plans.

She lifted a hand, almost lazily, and touched her breast. Her fingers trailed a drop of water, eliciting a small shiver as her fingers fluttered against a dusky nipple. Her tongue flicked over her lips, and that knowing smile grew into a wicked one. Yes, she did, indeed, have plans.

She turned abruptly, affording the mirror a reflection of her firm buttocks. She went to her dresser, and opened her panty drawer. Her fingers sifted through the soft materials then she closed it. No, not tonight. She considered wearing a bra, but thought the blouse would be better without. She smiled and returned to her closet, with the doors that were mirrors.

She chose a short skirt, snug around her hips and thighs, and falling just below her crotch. He loved this skirt. Next she selected a silk blouse. A dark blue to go with the black skirt. Enough to tease, but not display, and the buttons afforded easy removal. Her smile grew deeper. Yes, he'd enjoy this. Everything else was ready. She ticked off the list in her mind as she brushed her hair. Candles, table set cozily for two, his favorite dinner warm in the oven, soft music playing on the stereo. She left her hair long, his preference. A pair of black velvet spiked heels were added to complete the outfit. Again, she examined herself in the mirror. Her fingers teased her nipples, making them stand against the blouse.

He would be home soon, her timing was good. She left the bedroom for the living room to wait. Just a few more minutes and the car would pull into the drive, as it always did at this time. She waited by the front door. She knelt. Yes, he'd like that. He liked to come home to her kneeling. Supple thighs parted slightly, offering a hint of what was offered beneath the skirt. A coy smile teased her lips.

It seemed an eternity that she kneeled there. In reality, it had only been perhaps a few minutes. She heard the car pull into the drive, and resisted the urge to squirm in her excitement. One must always remain composed, after all. She drew her kneel straighter, pushing her thighs a touch further apart. Her hands rested upon them, palms up. Her eyes were, of course, lowered. That coy smile was ever present. A moment later, she heard him on the porch and the jangle of his keys as he opened the door.

"Beautiful" he murmured as he set his briefcase down. His keys were tossed on the table by the door as he loosened his tie. He faced her fully now, drinking her in. He could see the hint of her pussy beneath the skirt. He smiled, knowing that she would have trimmed the downy soft hair for him. His dark eyes lifted, noting the tease of her nipples against the blouse. He smiled. Soft music drifted in from the dinning room, and he could smell dinner in the oven. She had put a lot of effort into his birthday, and for this, she would be rewarded.

"Stand" he whispered. And she did, the skirt fell into place, and she hurriedly smoothed it with her hands. He smiled. All this time, and he still couldn't control that fluster she always showed. He pointed to the living room, and she turned to lead the way. A brief pause only, as if a thought struck her.

"Master...dinner..." she breathed. He shook his head and smiled. Dinner could wait. It wasn't often that she took such care to greet him on her knees. "later" he muttered, following her closely. He could feel his loins stirring as he watched her walk. So delicate, her steps almost feline. Her body swayed deliciously when she moved. The perfume she wore was light and sweet, teasing his senses.

She paused before the sofa, not sure where he intended for her to be. She turned in time to feel the pressure of his hand against her shoulder. It was enough to make her fall against the soft cushions. Yet, even this was graceful. To him, it seemed she floated, landed on a cloud. He smiled, his eyes grew darker with desire as he drank in her form. He met her gaze, his smile deepening. She smiled in return, happy to hold his gaze.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he knelt before her. His hands pushed her thighs apart, fully exposing her pussy to him. He leaned close and inhaled her sweet scent. His eyes lifted to hers again, and he licked his lips.

"So..sweet..." he murmured huskily. She shivered with anticipation. Her lips parted as if to speak, but her voice could not be found. He lowered his head, his warm breath tickled against the velvet softness of her labia. She whimpered faintly. His tongue snaked out, dancing along the soft flesh, teasing. She shivered.

He lapped gently at her swelling clit, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him. He slid his hands along her thighs, to her back side, and cupped her ass. He delved deeper into her, tasting her fully. His tongue lapped and darted against her clit, against her slit, coaxing her nectars. Her hips lifted as she pressed her body against his face. A soft moan parted her lips.

Her hands slid down, her fingers curled in his hair. She pushed his face into her. He licked and suckled as she buried his face in her pussy, moaning against the swollen clit. He took the nub in his mouth, sucking it gently. He flicked his tongue over it, then let it slide from his mouth, only to assault it once again with the flat of his tongue. She shuddered at the feel of his tongue washing over her, her thighs drenched in precum. She wrapped her legs about him, her fingers tightening in his hair as she bucked.

"Yesss!" she hissed, thrusting her hips upward. She fucked his face, begged him with her body to make her cum. His tongue delved deep within her pussy, coaxing and teasing. She bucked even harder, crying out her passion. He brought her climax closer, made her body arch back.

Finally, she reached the edge. A burning sensation shot through the very core of her, and she held her breath for the merest of moments. In a rush, it was released in a vibrant cry that echoed against the walls. Her body arched and bucked violently beneath his face. His tongue was relentless, lapping at her pussy even as she released. Her arms stretched above her head, grabbing the edge of the sofa as she twisted and bucked. Her body shuddered, and finally fell against the sofa. She was gasping for breath, her eyes were glazed.

He slid from between her supple thighs and licked his lips, tasting the remaining traces of her. He looked at her, loving how beautiful she looked in her release.

"This..my love...is the beginning..."