Birthday Lingerie Surprise

The plan

My birthday was coming up and my girlfriend asked me casually one Sunday afternoon in front of the TV what I wanted from her. I didn't say what first popped into my head as I have to time releasing those thoughts but the second idea was something she might go for. I calmed myself and thinking quickly said "I'd really like to take you out for a special dinner, dress up nicely and then spend the night at a hotel downtown so we don't have to worry about getting home".

"Ooh" she said "I like that idea... where are you taking me?"

I suggested her favorite restaurant in town and a fancy hotel and she seemed pleased smiling at me with what I took to be a mix of surprise and admiration. "There is one condition" I said smiling back "I get to pick what you wear".

Her expression changed to a questioning look and there was a longish pause as she weighed it up "I suppose that is ok. It is your birthday after all" she smiled cutely with a little sparkle in her eye. "Just let me see it before the night - and nothing too skimpy, I know what you're thinking!" as she sashayed out of the room to get a sparkling water.

I had hoped she'd be ok with this. She does like doing herself up and going out for a fancy date night. We continued watching her tv show but I was distracted, in my head my plan started to take shape.

I have a major fetish for lingerie. My girlfriend has worn some on occasion when I've bought it for her but in general she's not as excited as I am when she wears it. She does appreciate the reaction it has on me though, if she wears something slinky or skimpy I'm hers to do with as she pleases. I have always had a thing for stockings and garter belts, combined with a nice pair of heels, a woman's legs and ass just look amazing. So I already knew what I was going to get her.

Later that evening I spent a fun time going through a couple of lingerie stores online and eventually, after much deliberation, I found the perfect outfit. She already had a navy blue silky strapless cocktail dress with a black waistband that came to just above the knee that she just looked phenomenal in. She knew she did which made her confident in herself which I also found extremely attractive, so I knew she'd be ok with that. Pairing that with black sheer thigh highs with a satin and lace garter belt, black satin thong panties trimmed with lace and a bandeau style matching bra. I could barely contain myself as I ordered it all, diligently checking her bra size before ordering. I also got her a pair of sling back peep toe sparkly pewter heels to match her favorite clutch purse which was the same color.

The packages arrived one by one over the following week. I managed to hide them from her till they were all there. A few days before the night out (which I'd booked up and planned out without her knowing) I laid it out in our walk-in closet and showed the complete outfit to her. She looked at me a little quizzically as she picked up the garter belt "I'm not sure about this" she said, turning it over, "I've never worn one before. Won't it be hard to pee undoing all that?" I suggested she wore the panties over the garters so she could slide them down as needed. She pursed her lips as she thought about it "ok I guess that could work.. but how do you know that?" I brushed it off with a straight face saying my ex had done that, she hadn't which was why, amongst other things she was my ex, but it seemed a better admission than saying it's in the porn I liked.

She frowned slightly at the mention of my ex but her face told me she was going for it. I could see she actually liked the outfit and was going to wear it. I could feel myself getting aroused already, my heart beating that little bit faster and my cock tightening my pants. I would have to wait a few more days but this was going to be an amazing birthday.

The restaurant

The night arrived and we checked into the hotel early. I opened a bottle of bubbly and we clinked glasses and sipped the chilled refreshing drink as we looked out of the window over downtown. The thrill of the night drew upon me as I imagined her ass in those stockings and I smiled to myself. Watching her unpack her bag I saw she was also enjoying the special treat of a fancy hotel and the freedom it brings.

We showered in turn. I had gone first and lay on the bed in a fresh white towel as I flipped through the tv channels. Pretending to watch it, I lifted my head and propped it on a pillow at a slight angle. I could see her slip out of the shower and start to get ready drying herself off with the large soft luxury towels, the curve of her hip and then slender waist showing as the towel slipped down briefly.

She hadn't noticed my gaze and proceeded to quickly put on the panties and bra under her towel, keeping me waiting to see what they looked like. I watched as she finished drying herself off and then picked up, stretched one by one and then slowly pulled the stockings up her smooth shaven legs, she knew exactly what she was doing. Clipping the garter belt onto the thigh highs under the hem of the thong she raised her head and glanced at me "you like this huh?"

"What's not to like?" I responded. "Watching a gorgeous women pulling on thigh highs is every man's dream". She blushed and I smiled before continuing to watch her slide the silky cocktail dress up over her shimmering nylon clad legs, the satin thong stretched tight running between her butt cheeks and framing her perfect ass in two symmetrical arcs. The fabric stretched over and contouring against the pubic mound and outline of her trimmed pussy beneath the fabric in the soft light of the hotel room. I shifted in my seat allowing my bunched boxer briefs to loosen and my cock to slowly expand to push against my pants. I visually imprinted the moment into my brain, this would be with me forever.

Once she was ready, we headed out to the restaurant after a drink in the hotel bar. She was a little tipsy without the food so she leant into me as we walked. I felt amazingly lucky to have such a beautiful woman on my arm. At the restaurant we sat down and ordered. The conversation meandered around, her friend getting married next year, my brother moving to Hawaii, just us chatting about the life we shared, both enjoying the ambiance and each other's company. This continued until we had finished the starter when I decided to increase the sexual tension a little.

I had specifically reserved a booth in the corner and there weren't may others near us. The waiter was busy with a large party at the other end of the restaurant so we felt secluded. She asked me if I liked her outfit for my birthday. I said she looked amazing, I said I'd noticed several guys checking her out, she giggled and flicked her long auburn hair. "So you're a little bit jealous?" She asked cheekily.

"Not really. I'm sitting here with you and I can't take my eyes off you. I can't blame other guys for doing the same thing!" I said smiling, she was smiling too. I could tell she loved the idea that she was the focal point of every lusting horndog in the place. Her eyes twinkled as I could see she was energized by it. I had my outfit to thank for that but I continued "Besides, I'm going to ask you to do something now for my birthday".

"Oh really?" She asked. "I thought this vey nice and sexy outfit was it. What else do you want me to do?" I saw the twinkle in her eye again, I could tell she was up for teasing me like she often did in public, subtle innuendo, maintained eye contact and flashes of her glorious body but I wanted to change the dynamic away from her usual level of control.

"Go to the restroom and take off your panties. I want you to bring them back to me" I spoke firmly and in a more dominant manner than usual. She looked a little startled but actually didn't say anything. "Go now and bring them to me". She smiled.

"Yes. Of course" she said looking down, her head nodding in deference. Our relationship was strong and we often settled into a norm of her leading but she also on occasion enjoys being submissive and I could tell she was in that mood tonight. I helped her up and then sitting back down, I sipped my wine and watched her walk across the restaurant, the dark blue silk on her ass and sparkly heels radiant in the warm restaurant lighting.

She came back walking slowly holding her clutch purse. Sitting down carefully she looked me in the eye. She opened her purse and passed me her panties bunched up in her fist. I took them closing my fingers around her hand and then as she pulled her hand away I looked at them, the black silk gusset and twisted lacy waistband curled up neatly in my palm. Looking around I saw an opportunity so I held them up to my nose.

"You pervert!" she whispered "Put them away". I could smell her scent on them, that perfect heady mix of her perfume and her essence.

"There's no one watching" I answered as she continued to look around nervously. I tucked them in my pocket. "What does it feel like?"

She opened her mouth to respond but the waiter arrived with our entrees and she stopped. I spoke briefly to decline pepper and say we had everything we needed and he left.

"Well?" I asked as I started to cut into my steak.

She paused, finishing her mouthful, "it's.. it's kind of liberating actually". She said. "As I was walking back I could feel a cool breeze on my stockings and up to my butt!" she laughed. "I was worried at first but I realized looking in the mirror in the restroom that my dress is just long enough".

"Just" I said. "By design".

She smiled as we kept eating. The food was delicious but all I could think of was that beautiful bare pussy on the bench next to me, framed by the garter belt and stockings that I'd seen earlier. That was what I wanted to eat.

She looked at me, as though she could tell what I was thinking. She often could see straight through me. "Happy Birthday babe" she said. "This meal is great. I think you're going to remember this night for a while" she smiled and I could tell she was enjoying the effect she was having on me. "Let me guess what on your mind right now..."

I finished my mouthful and grinned "You got it babe, I'm thinking about you siting on my face and grinding your wet pussy onto my tongue."

She didn't even tell me to be quiet, I know she wanted the same "I'm so turned on right now" she said, "it was a master stroke to make me take my panties off. I never thought I'd do that in a restaurant".

We were sitting next to each other on a corner in the booth so I placed my left hand just above her knee, feeling the silky nylon underneath my fingers. She trembled slightly as I moved it up her smooth, nylon clad thigh. "mmmm" she gasped, our food forgotten.

I took a sip of wine with my other hand but continued to move my hand up under the hem of her dress, my fingers feeling for the garter strap. She put both hands on the table and looked at me "Here?" she asked.

I didn't answer. I moved my hand higher up her inner thigh towards her pussy. My forefinger brushed her pubic hair, a neatly trimmed strip as I'd observed earlier, and she looked at me again.

"Don't look at me, keep drinking your wine" I instructed as the tip of my finger touched her lips. I could feel her whole body tense as I pushed a little further and slipped my finger into the groove between them. It slid easily along her labia and I could feel her heat. I loved how her body reacted to being aroused, she was often sensitive about how wet she got when turned on, and also when she came, but I'd use every opportunity to reinforce how much I loved it.

I knew she was ready. I gently moved my finger up and down along her slit, adding the tip of my middle finger and bringing her natural lube up to her clit. I circled it with my fingers with the lightest of touches, then would go back down between her lips.

She was doing a good job of covering what I was doing above the table but she moaned gently under her breath as I pressed a little harder. I could feel her rock her hips back and open herself up slightly, pressing into my fingers more. Her legs widened involuntarily and I felt her I could tell she wanted more. She looked at me, her eyes begging for me to make her cum, she wanted me to slip a finger inside her but I held off as the angle wasn't great and I knew I'd make her cum just by teasing her clit a bit more.

I looked around, no one knew what I as doing, I'm sure someone looked over but the lighting was dim by our booth and no one was close enough to hear her now heavy breathing. I moved my fingers back and forth through her labia, caressing her clit. She was dripping at this point, I felt the fluid run down the back of my hand. My cock was also fully erect, pressing against my pants. It was all I wanted to dive under the table and lap at her juicy wet pussy till she screamed in orgasm but I resisted the urge and pushed my boner sideways underneath the fabric of my pants. I could feel the pre cum from the tip of my cock against my thigh under my boxers but switched my focus back to her.

She was close so I concentrated on rubbing her swollen clit. I traced small semi circles around it and under her folds. She grasped the table and napkin and muffled her moan as her whole body tensed as I felt her cum on my fingers. She twitched as she did so, pulling back slightly and relaxing after a few seconds. Her legs trembled as she shifted in her seat and still breathing deeply, exhaled a long sigh. It had only been a few minutes, she usually took much more to cum if I wasn't using my tongue so this was clearly exhilarating for her.

"So you're an exhibitionist then?" I said smiling. She looked back in her post orgasm haze, smiling also but saying nothing initially.

"I guess" she murmured after a pause, "Babe that was amazing, I came so hard" She gave me her exaggerated shocked face. She took a sip of wine, calming herself. I took a sip also but waited for her to continue "I was sure I was going to scream out loud. Did anyone see us doing this?"

"I don't think so, no one could see us here"

"Well, I feel so naughty. Wearing no panties got me super turned on and then you rubbing my clit in a restaurant. I've never done that before"

"I could tell you were excited and I love making you cum" I said. She smiled lovingly and put her hand on my upper left arm, my hand still was still under the table, forearm resting on my thigh. Looking at her I moved my hand back up above the table. We both looked at it and saw her pussy juices coating both of my fingers and the knuckles on the back of my hand.

She frowned and was about to speak when I lifted my finger and placed it between my lips. I licked the back of my finger as she looked around quickly. It tasted so good.

"Stop it, someone will see" she said passing me her napkin "wipe that off". I grabbed it and did so, a little disappointed but fully knowing I'd be able to eat her as much as I wanted later that evening.

"Ok babe" I said "sorry I'm such a pervert".

"You are" she smiled. "But I love you". She shifted in her seat. "I'm so wet babe, I need my panties back so I can go put them on"

My demeanor changed back to one of control. "I think you're just how I want you" A brief look of annoyance flashed across her face. "You are my birthday present. I will say when you can and cannot wear panties" Her face softened as I continued "I want my woman to walk out of this restaurant with no panties on and a dripping wet pussy". She stared at me fondly, realizing this was part of my birthday wish and she would go along with it. She put her hand on my leg and felt my rock hard cock under the pants.

"Ok. I will do that" she said smiling, "You're clearly enjoying this and I want you to know that as I walk out, those guys will be watching me and wondering, but my pussy is only wet for you".

I was thrilled. This was going better than I'd imagined.

The Bar

The waiter brought the bill and I wondered if he'd heard anything but there was no sign he had. As we stood up having paid I noticed a small wet spot on the leather booth seat. I tossed my napkin on it. I put my arm out and gestured for her to go in front of me. As we crossed the room it looked like she was walking in slow motion, her silk clad curves and ass wiggling as she walked in her heels, her hair swaying and brushing her shoulders. The sheer stockings catching the light and gleaming. I imagined seeing her hitch up her dress and bend forwards showing me her ass and pussy but that would come later. I moved awkwardly as my cock pulsed again. The thrill would stay with me all evening.

Stepping out onto the street she turned to look at me. "How was that?"

"Amazing" I said struggling to describe it "I knew you were naked under there, and what we did, but what a thrill"

"It was a thrill for me too" her eyes widened almost in disbelief as we spoke "I've never done this before but feeling the air cool on my legs and my bare coochie was soooo exhilarating"

She turned and grabbed my arm, whispering in my ear "Thanks for making me do it babe, I'm so wet right now, I want you to fuck me"

"Not yet" I said firmly, as if to tell myself this too, it took all my willpower not to give in. "We're going for a drink" Why not continue the thrill? I thought. The idea of her all dressed up but with no panties on in a bar had a certain appeal to it.

I suggested a trendy bar round the corner and she hesitated, her caution sometimes stopped her from doing what she wanted. I could see she was torn. "Come on" I said taking a step forwards. Still holding my arm I felt her relax and she started to walk with me.

"Ok" she said "one drink, but then your present is waiting at the hotel".

I wondered what she meant. I felt I'd already had the greatest birthday present from her ever. We walked along the street, the bar wasn't far and it was warm out. As we walked she grew in confidence. She stopped to look at her reflection in a darkened window "you'd never know" she said.

"What?" I asked sarcastically, fishing her thong out of my pocket " that you're missing these?"

"Yeah" she giggled, trying to grab them "put them away!" I obliged and pushed them back in my pocket. She was facing me and holding my arm so grabbed her other arm and kissed her. She sank into my arms as she kissed back passionately. We kissed deeply for a few moments, our tongues intertwined and our eyes closed. I moved my hand down to her ass feeling her soft curvy butt under the silk but she pulled back.

"Not yet" she said mimicking my tone. "let's get a drink"

We went into the bar and it was busy. A throng of people clustered around the main bar, talking and moving to the subtle but uplifting house beat being played by a DJ in the corner. The bar was dimly lit apart from the lights and mirrors showcasing their extensive selection of spirits. The neon glow bathing everything in a reddish club-like light that made her blue silk dress a dark purple and her silver shoes red.

"Cool place" she said. We don't often go out to bars but when we did this was exactly what we liked to go to. Standing as we waited to order she turned away from me to look across the room, she knew exactly what she was doing when she backed into me, her ass pert and firm. This was how we'd met - in a bar, chatting to friends but side by side. She backed into me and pretended she hadn't noticed. Feeling my cock press hard against her butt as she did so she turned to me and our eyes met and we both had the same thought.

I paid for the drinks, closing my tab, and she turned to face me as she picked up her cocktail and slipped on the straw. "Just one drink?" she asked me smiling as she looked at me playfully.

"Yes, just one" I leant forwards "I'm about ready to bust, I want to..."

"Easy tiger" she cut in. The control had flipped. I assumed, wrongly it turned out, that she was going to make me beg for it now. Even on my birthday. But I didn't care, I knew this was going to be the best night of my life.