It was my birthday and my boyfriend had been smiling and acting very smug for weeks prior to when we planned to celebrate it. I knew he had something very, very special for me but try as I might, I couldn't get him to give me even a small hint. My mind went around and around, thinking this and that, but what I received was far better than anything I imagined.
My big day finally arrived. He brought me a gorgeous, very sexy, snug, long black dress with a slit far, far up the side. The dress was not designed for any undergarments so I had nothing on but the dress and a pair of "fuck me heels." I am not a small woman and don't usually feel comfortable in slinky dresses but his taste was superb. I loved the way I looked and therefore felt light hearted and very sexy. We went to dinner - it was fabulous and very romantic. We drank champagne, fed each other bits and pieces of our meal, laughed, flirted and gave each other little kisses - all by candlelight.
We decided to have an after-dinner brandy. We sat very close, sipping our brandy, feeling the warmth of the drink, our thighs touching, his hand resting between mine. I lightly stroked his arm. He spread my legs open and moved up my inner thigh. He brushed my pussy with his fingers, then began softly rubbing my hardening clit with his thumb, put one then two fingers inside my pussy. I placed my hand on his cock - his very hard cock - squeezing then relaxing. With his hips, he pushed his cock into my hand and I was doing the same to him.
"Let's go home, baby!" I whispered in his ear. He just smiled and nodded. We removed ourselves from each other but we sat there for a few minutes to calm our breathing and to let the bulge in his slacks go down some. We grinned crazily at each other; looking forward to the night still ahead of us. We left, got into his car and began the drive to my place - or so I thought. About a mile from my apartment, he exited the freeway and drove toward a location that had only one possible destination .. the "Embassy Suites." I gave him a questioning look.
"Just part of your birthday, baby." He smiled that silly, smug smile of his that made me crazy but I just shrugged my shoulders. He parked the car, came around to open the door for, held out his hand to help me out of the car and, with his hand resting lightly on the small of my back, guided me to the entrance of the hotel. I had never been there before but from the way he directed me, I knew he had been. We bypassed the registration desk and he led me to the elevators. The doors opened and we entered. He used a key to select the button for the penthouse. I stared at him, open-mouthed, then before I could say a word, he put a finger on my lips and shook his head. Once again I just shrugged my shoulders. The elevator door opened directly into the stunning penthouse suite. I had every intention of walking around to admire the suite but he wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered in my ear, "I want you now, sweet baby!"
