I wrote this as the male version of a story originally submitted by 'alovelyheather' under the title "If You Were Here". I acknowledge with deep gratitude her friendship and generosity in allowing me to use her original idea.
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IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Happy birthday, honey! If I were there today, this is how we would celebrate.
Firstly, I would pick you up at your place to take you to the finest restaurant in town. I have rented a luxury car, so that we don't have to shout to make ourselves heard over the noise of the exhaust of my ten year old Chevy. Wearing a silky black dress that hugs your generous breasts, revealing just a hint of cleavage, you look so glamorous it's as much as I can do to stop myself from taking you into your room to..., but no, there'll be time enough for that later.
We arrive at the restaurant and the maitre'd seats us in a secluded corner of the room where we can see all around us, but no one can observe us. I order for both of us, and you nod approvingly of my choice of oysters on the half shell, broiled lobsters with vegetables and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. The wine is your favorite, but as the designated driver I only allow myself one glass and leave the rest for you to enjoy.
Our conversation is light but animated, talking about inconsequential things, but you have such an expression of love in your eyes as you look at me, hinting of many sweet things to come, that I'm already aroused before the dessert and coffee is served. I excuse myself to go to the men's room, and when I return, I do not sit in the same seat at your right hand but on the opposite side of the table, so I can look straight at you. As the waiter serves us I feel you place your stockinged foot on my chair between my legs and immediately I am fully aroused again, and I feel sure that you can feel my hardness with your foot. When I look at your face, I see that certain smile that tells me you can indeed feel how excited you have made me.
I reach down and start gently caressing your foot with my left hand while attempting to eat my dessert with the other, and I hear you sigh contentedly as I have the desired effect. Suddenly you wiggle your foot free of my hand and start stroking my hard cock through my pants with it, just so you can confirm what you felt earlier. You see me roll my eyes and give me that smile again before pulling your foot away. As we finish our coffee, you giggle in that cute way I love and I can only smile at you.
After dinner, I have a surprise in store for you as instead of driving you home as you expected I pull up in front of the best hotel in town. The doorman opens the car door for you while I hand the keys to the valet. You look at me with a quizzical expression on your lovely face, but still I don't tell you that before I came to pick you up I had already checked in and in my pocket was the key to one of the penthouse bridal suites. You ask me in a whisper, "Where we are going?"
I don't answer right away but just whisk you into the express elevator. Once we are alone, I tell you, "Just relax, sweetheart, and leave everything to me."
We arrive at the room and as I pull the key from my pocket you begin to understand what is happening, and as the door closes behind us, the aroma of fresh cut flowers fill our nostrils. We are finally alone and we embrace and kiss for the first time since we left your apartment. After we break off the kiss I whisper in your ear, asking you, "Do you trust me?"
You reply, "Of course, hun, of course I do!"
I explain that I want to blindfold you before I switch on the lights. You nod your agreement, so I pull the black scarf from my pocket that I brought for this very purpose. Once I have you blindfolded I lead you into the suite and guide you to the settee.
I open the bottle of champagne already chilled and pour us each a glass, so I can wish you a happy birthday in style. I slip away to the bathroom to start drawing you a warm bath, making sure I add the strawberry flavored bath foam so that you can enjoy a luxurious bubble bath to further relax you. Returning to your side, I take both of your hands in mine and ask you to stand. You smile and comply, and I unzip your silky black dress, slipping it off your shoulders, so that it falls to the carpet in a black pool around your feet.
You look so sexy standing there, clad only in black push-up bra and matching panties, and black nylon stockings held up by a black suspender belt, accentuated by your black patent leather spiked heels. I unfasten your bra and kiss each of your milky white breasts, briefly flicking each nipple with my tongue, causing you to sigh as I sit you down again. I remove your left shoe and gently massage your stockinged foot before running my hands slowly up your leg until I reach the suspender belt. I caress all around your thigh and I see your hips begin an involuntary motion that tells me you want to feel me touching you in a more intimate place.
It is true that I'm tempted to do just that, but I resist the temptation and instead unfasten your stocking, then slowly, tantalizingly, roll it down your leg and off your foot. I rub your foot gently until I hear you moan with pleasure and then I turn my attention to your right leg, repeating the process. Again you moan quietly as I massage both of your feet, even extending my attention to your ankles.
I can sense your excitement, but I'm just getting started. I help you to your feet once again, remove your suspender belt, and then leave you standing there while I check on your bath. I find it to be the perfect depth and temperature, so I turn off the faucets and return quickly to you before you even realize I left. I take you in my arms and we kiss passionately, before I ask you, "Are you ready for the next treat?"