– So, what you’re up to this time for your birthday?
Her birthday was coming soon, so it was a relevant question. And – oh boy – did she have a way of celebrating her own birthday. Just looking at the past years, she might completely spontaneously take a day off from work, get in the car and go to the other end of the country, to spend a day on the beach, listening to waves of the sea crashing the shore. Or she might as well decide that she wants to try skydiving, because she had never done it. Or she could walk into a shop and get herself a tattoo (well ok, this one probably not). Doesn’t matter. It was all about celebrating life, living it at the fullest, for the day.
So, what’s it gonna be this time?
He had his ideas. Hopes, maybe. Some involved them getting naked.
They did get closer over the past months. It was still a taboo-thing, but there were things on the table that had not been there the year before. They got intimate. In fact, they had been close already several years back. But then it stopped, went into standy-by mode. And stayed like that for a long time.
Until recently.
They tasted it again and were hungry for more. Just like the sharks – once they sense blood, they get crazy.
And the birthday fever is just as good an opportunity as any other. Better in fact. To go crazy. Like the time, the first time when they went all the way, in a middle of a day, on a meadow near a river, two of them hidden in high grass while people were walking by, two hundred meters away maybe. First, undressing each other, exploring their bodies for the very first time. So erotic, so strong, so sensual. Then going further, naked bodies pressed against one another, trembling and spasming. Wow.
But that might be not such a good idea for late winter now. Mid-summer made much more sense. Plus, the fact that over the past few years one additional thing has changed – every potential passer-by did have a fullhd recording device in a pocket, with a 20x zoom available, enough to get them in trouble across the two hundred meter buffer. They had no desire to become the stars of youtube. Or some other -tube.
But they did have a private place now. They met there several times. It was like a different dimension just for them – once they went past the threshold of the place, they submerged into another reality. Where only the two of them existed. Where they talked dirty. And where they do dirty stuff to one another. And drink wine, possibly.
So, could this be it?
One way he could imagine this is taking her in a rough way. Fucking her brains out. Just literally ripping the clothes off of her, nailing her down to a bed and plunging her restlessly. With occasional biting on her perky nipples – she does like that and she probably would beg to feel his teeth going rough on her buttons.
But there may be other ways. She does like to play. She knows the game and can enjoy a slow build-up, right to a point of edging. His mind was blown over the idea of slowly massaging every inch of her body, fingers wandering across her back, her ass, her thighs, just with the tips of the fingers, applying only a featherlight amount of pressure, while his tongue takes care of her neck and – so lovely – ears. Oh, the ears, the most beautiful ears in the world. He would go on and on, until she can’t it anymore, until she’s soaked, moaning and begging. Then he could use the dildo on her. He got her one the year before, just to tease her when they were still “just friends”. This gift became a tipping point for their current relations, actually. Anyway, that would be neat, massaging her pussy with the dildo while eating her out at the same time. Circling his soft tongue on her clit, making her eyes roll.
Or… How about her sitting on top of him, being the domina for just a bit. Hovering her clit, her pussy, her ass, just inches above his mouth, grinding on it, using him for her endless pleasure. He didn’t mind being her fucktoy. He loved getting her off. The intense look in her eyes, the trembling, the shaking, the passion. It was so rewarding. Plus, she was not the selfish type. He didn’t have to worry that he would be going home with blue balls.
– So, do you already have ideas?
– Not sure yet. But I’ll think of something fun.
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