She knew he didn’t like surprises or like celebrations. And yet he’d agreed to it. Anything to keep the peace. How bad could it be? Get in the taxi, go to wherever it was and get his birthday treat. Perhaps it was dinner somewhere? Maybe a night away just the two of them? When had they last done that? Too long ago to remember…
As the taxi pulled up and said his name, he reluctantly got inside. Trying to sound as casual as he could he asked the driver about the route. “No luck mate, can’t let you in on the surprise!” He sat back, closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. If he could just let go of the dread perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. Who was he kidding? It could be far worse than that.
The drive seemed to take forever. Taking him out of town and away from places that seemed familiar. The houses grew sparse and the roads narrower. It was beginning to drop dark. As he realised they appeared to be heading for the woods, the driver slowed to take a turn through a gate and continued along what was barely more than a track.
The trees thinned out as they reached a clearing with a large hut where the driver stopped. “This is it then.” He got out the car and with a “Have a good night”, the driver was gone.
He made his way to the hut where he found a note pinned to the door. With my blessing, for just one night. Happy birthday. He recognised his wife’s writing, neat and cute, a single kiss at the end… when did he get one of those these days.
He wondered about what she meant by blessing and for a moment it crossed his mind that he might get a night of peace and solitude. The thought was soon crushed as he heard the sound of someone inside. Oh well, here goes nothing he thought, readying himself and turning the door handle.
But he was far from ready for what beheld him on the other side…
As the door opened he was met by her perfect silhouette leaning over tending to the fireplace. Her short black dress left little to the imagination and he caught himself leaning to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath. Hearing the sound of the door she turned around to greet him. The rest of her body looked just as exquisite, the dress tight against her curves, her bosom straining to escape. She smiled, her hair framing her face bringing it out all the brighter.
She took a step towards him and as much as he longed to reach out to her, he feared the consequences, knowing it was forbidden. For the woman before him was not his wife. Instead before him was the woman he had wished for, dreamed of, but knew he could not have.
“She sent me”, she whispered. “Tonight is the night”.
That was all the permission he needed. He stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She pulled him in for the familiar feeling of a hug. So often their hugs had had such potential and yet this time the potential was becoming reality. She loosened her grip and moved to look into his eyes. They gazed into one another’s eyes. Each checking the other was okay with what was to come, each willing the other to make the next move.
She broke first and leaned in for a kiss. As their lips met it was like a surge of electricity passing between them. It started soft and gentle but became ever more urgent and needy. They had waited so long for it, dreamed of it, wished for it. And now it was here, it was everything they had hoped for and more.
She had planned to take it slow but now it was happening she couldn’t help herself. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him over to the table. As she turned away he could not help but stare at her cleavage bursting to get out and he reached out to pull the dress down.
Beneath he found a lacy black bra perfectly cupping her heavy breasts and his mouth was drawn down to kiss the top of them. She pushed his face down until he was smothered by them before pulling him back up into a kiss. She pulled his shirt over his head and ran her fingers over his soft skin.
But she couldn’t wait any longer. Dropping to her knees she swiftly removed this belt and lowered his jeans and boxers. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she took him in her mouth for the first time. She had longed for it so long but he tasted even better than she had imagined. His girth filled her mouth and she worked him with her tongue and lips. He took a handful of her hair and pushed himself ever deeper until she was gagging on his length. He tried to pull her away but she was not giving up that easily. She was going to treat him and there was nothing he could do to stop her.
She worked him until she could feel him building inside her mouth then lifted her hand to gently cup his balls before taking his shaft in her hand. She could feel he was close and it wasn’t long before he was shooting his load over her face and now revealed breasts. As he collapsed to his knees she used her finger to scoop a drip off her breast and licked it clean. “Mmmm” she murmured as she looked him in the eyes, “there will be much more of that tonight”…
Second part when?
So good! Fireplace next….please ?