Birthday Girl 36

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy. Mica xx Yorkshire, England.

It was my birthday, a day I would spend alone. My husband had passed, my son had left home a long time ago. I shunned friends because of a previous life as an international model that I wanted to forget. My name then was different to my name now, I tried to keep the two -worlds apart, I had cut all ties with my old world, nothing connected us, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I showered, and then thought, 'well that was silly,' as I planned to go to the Health Spa and have a few lengths in the pool, and that meant I would shower again to get the chlorine off.

I dried myself and, in the bedroom, I sorted out a swimming costume, blue, a pale bluebell blue, and white vertical stripes. When I looked in the mirror, I felt that the stripes across my breasts and hips accentuated my shape, my femininity if you will. I threw a mid-length dress on over the top, grabbed a towel and a water bottle and headed to the spa.

A lovely spot, just by Bingley, not far from home and reputedly in the land of faeries. The Spa grounds had a pond and a gaggle of resident Canada geese, I smiled as I parked, the area by the pond was filled with young goslings and vigilant guarding mums. I knew better than to get between a hen goose and her offspring.

I flashed my membership card, said hello to the girls on the front desk and went down to the changing room. There was a baby sat in the playpen, I assumed its mum was the one drying herself, her fanny hair neat but loud and bushy. I had long since removed mine.

I found a locker and a space to change, I didn't need much space, I just had to slip my dress and sliders off, put them in a locker with my keys, and I was done. Locker key pinned to my swimsuit I headed out to the pool area. I walked straight down the steps into the water. Being a health spa the pool was at a much warmer temperature than usual commercial and municipal pools, no need to acclimatise.

I spent about five minutes sitting in the bubble zone, moving my arms and legs against the water, to warm my muscles up before I started swimming. I did ten lengths and with my legs felling a bit tingly I went and sat back in the bubbles. The bubbles are an area at one side of the pool where they pump air through small holes, a bit like a jacuzzi hot tub, but just ordinary pool area and not hot. If you sit in just the right spot, the little stream of bubbles is in your crotch. Very nice.

I got out of the pool and then went and sat in the sauna, lummy it was hot in there. Why was I surprised? There was another woman in there.

"Good swim?" she asked, "only I watched you do a few lengths, you looked good."

"Mmm," I replied, "yes it was excellent." I was sat sideways on the bench, one leg hanging down to a lower bench.

"Sometimes," she said, "I wish they had segregated saunas, so we could sit in here without a costume."

"Oh yes, that would be great," I realised that as I spoke I had rubbed my finger across my crotch. The other woman had her eyes on my groin, watching my every move. She moved and sat next to me and put a hand on my upper thigh. I gulped.

Her hand moved up and her fingers traced my sex, pressing slightly between my lips.

"Oh shaved, how fantastic" she said as her finger slipped under the gusset of my suit.

My breath caught for a moment as her finger slid between my lips and into my valley. Her finger moved up and down my valley and then stroked my clit before delving down and inside me. Oh goodness, I was gasping as her finger wiggled inside me. The door opened and her finger shot away and an elderly man came in.

"Ladies," he said and sat opposite us.

"Right that's me done," I said standing and then climbing down the benches and out. Crumbs, that had been unexpected. I tried the steam room next, but I think I should have done them the other way round, it was too wet for me. I headed off to the changing room and took my costume off and walked over to the spin dryer, wringing water from my costume my costume as I went. I put it in and it whizzed for ten seconds and was virtually dry.

As I walked back from the locker the woman from the sauna came in.

'Wow you're fab' she whispered as she walked past. Back at the locker I patted myself dry with my towel and put my dress on and stepped into my sliders. I wrapped my costume in my towel, grabbed my keys and headed out of the changing room. I decided to treat myself to a lunch at the spa café before I left, I picked a Ploughman's Baguette roll, some plain crisps and a raspberry and avocado smoothie.

I sat and took a mouthful of my baguette and just as I was swallowing, the girl from the sauna came in.

"May I join you?" she asked.

"Of course you may." I answered.

She put her bag down in the seat next to me on the sofa and went to the counter to order. A few minutes later she came back with what looked like a salmon salad, a green coloured smoothie and a packet of crisps.

"I watched you," she said, "in the changing room. You have no underwear on."

"No," I replied, "I don't usually wear it."

"My god, that is so brave."

"Well, no, not really. What is anyone going to do if they see you have no knickers on? Nothing, expect perhaps be shocked, aroused or surprised. Makes no difference to me either way."

I took another mouthful of baguette and a sip of the smoothie, it was better than it sounded.

"I don't live far away," she said, "if you wanted to take this back to mine?"

"I am sorry," I replied, "I would love to, really, but I am really busy today. Perhaps next time?"

"Okay, my name is Molly, I am here most days." I wasn't surprised that her name was Molly, the Irish accent and ginger hair being two pointers.

"I am Mica, I pop in, usually mornings around this time about 5 days a week. I don't use the gym, I just swim."

"Fabulous name Mica. Do people shorten it to Meesh?"

"Yeah occasionally, it doesn't bother me."

I had finished my baguette and my smoothie. I picked my crisps up with my towel and bade my farewells. It felt as if Molly wanted to kiss me as I left. As I drove home, I pondered this mornings encounter. How had Molly known or suspected that I could be receptive to her advances? Odd. I mean, I don't usually go with women, I prefer men, I am just not averse to a little girl on girl.

Back at home I was about to go into the shower, again, when my mobile rang.

"Happy birthday mum."

"Oh Leo, thank you baby."

"Be ready for six."

"What, why?"

"I am taking you out to eat so dress good mum."

"I always dress good baby, you know that."

"True mum. See you at six."

Well that put a change on things. I hadn't seen Leo for a few weeks, I had planned on a takeaway curry and binge watching Bridgerton. This would be much, much better.

Right then. I smothered everywhere below my navel and above my knees in shaving gel and ran my wet and dry over everywhere. Especially careful in the crease between my lips and the tops of my legs, little stragglers there can be darn spikey and irritating. I filled the washbasin with warm water and with a flannel I thoroughly washed away much of the gel. The rest I would get in the shower.

Shower on, and as I stood under the falling water, I briefly wondered if Molly had put the finger she used to her mouth. What, I wondered, did she taste? I scrunchied everywhere. Not a ml of gel or soap remained. I douched, I was clean, oh so very clean.

Back in the bedroom, dripping dry, I wondered what to wear. I didn't know where we were going, so what to wear was a dilemma. I had a wonderful medium blue dress, slit almost to my waist up each side, and a wonderful low front. I could wear that. Lowish heels I think, but more than kitten, perhaps four inch would work. No knickers, but perhaps an unwired bra, just to give some shape to the cleavage.

I sat nude in front of my mirror and applied my foundation and blusher, spending a while blending to make sure that my cheekbones were properly highlighted. A light blue eye shadow, mascara and a black eye shadow, curling up at my outer eye.

I got up and walked around my bedroom then went and stood in front of my big mirror, yes, it looked perfect. I decided to add a little dark foundation to my bust, it would make my cleavage look more complete.

I had ages yet before Leo would pick me up, I decided to make a cup of tea and sit in my conservatory and perhaps do a little writing, or just some research for some ideas that I had percolating in my mind. The time went quickly, and I looked at my watch, goodness it was after five. I locked up the conservatory and the back door and went upstairs.

I held my dress up, I should have done this earlier, and checked, luckily it didn't need pressing. I slipped my dress on and did up the invisible zip in the side. My blue four inch Christian Louboutin with their four inch heels went perfectly, a pity they had red soles, not blue.

A couple of tissues in my clutch bag, my front door key, a twenty pound note and a credit card. I think I was ready. I went down stairs and took my front door key of my ring, I didn't need all of my keys, just one, and my door knocked and opened, Leo walked in.

"Wow mum, you look stunning." He came across and hugged me, his hands squeezing my waist, "Oh naughty girl" he said. He had realised I was not wearing knickers.

He kissed my on the lips and opened the front door, ushering me out. I locked my front door and followed him to his car.

"Where are we going Leo?" I asked.

"Haworth Hall mum, it'll take us around half an hour to get there, so sit back and relax and you can tell me about your day."

"Oh, not sure I have been there before. Today was quiet. I went to the spa this morning and swam a bit and had a light lunch, and then home for a shower, you know to get the chlorine off, and then a pot of tea in the conservatory."

"I see, and then this outfit is just something that you threw on? Yes mum, pull the other one, I know you too well mum. You will have spent all afternoon pampering yourself ready for tonight. How many outfits did you get out before deciding on that one?"

"Honestly, as soon as you said that you were taking me out, this is the outfit I was going to wear."

"Hmmm"

We were soon there and pulled into the car park. Leo came around and helped me from the car, and we walked to the reception area and were taken to our table. After we sat, Leo excused himself and went back to the receptionist and spoke to them. I tried not to watch, I have no idea what he was doing, I just waited for him to return.

"Right then mum, are you comfortable? Is this table okay?"

"We were sat in a corner table, I had my back to the restaurant and so no one could see my face, my preferred option, and Leo was sat slightly opposite and slightly to one side of me, but he could see everyone in the restaurant.

A waiter came over with the menus and a bottle of water, pouring us a glass each. He said he would return when we have chosen.

The menu was extensive, and I favoured the calamari to start, Leo the pâté. He ordered a bottle of Lois Latour Chardonnay to go with and a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pape to go with the main, we had both selected Ribeye steak. I raised my eyebrows, drinking when he had to drive me home?

I felt his hand on my thigh, sliding up under the slit in my dress, i widened my legs slightly and took a sip of wine as I looked him dead in the eyes. His finger slid up a little further and then he was stroking my crease, sliding his finger along my sex, grazing my clitoris caused me to gasp. His finger slid away and his hand left my thigh, and he picked up his fork and smiled.

The calamari was excellent and I really enjoyed it, hardly noticing that we more or less finished the bottle of white wine as we chatted over the food. Soon the server returned and cleared the table and bought us our steak knives and red wine and two larger fresh wine glasses. I was feeling a little squiffy already if truth be told.

The steak then arrived and it was a thick steak, not the thin steak you get from a supermarket. Mine came with a beef dripping gravy, Leo had a peppercorn sauce, the usual sides of grilled tomato and mushroom. We had both opted for some onion rings too.

Again his hand moved to my thigh, his eyes on mine, as his finger slipped between the lips of my sex, delving for my opening, pressing passed my entrance his finger pushed inside me, my fanny slick and wanting. He smiled and slid his finger back, licking my taste from it before continuing with his steak. I felt an emptiness.

The wine was superb, full bodied, yet smooth, the way I love a red. The steak was so tender I was sure I could cut it with my fork. We chatted again through the main course, and again the wine seemed to just disappear. Speaking was becoming a little, er, slurred perhaps, certainly slower and more paced, and certainly freer.

For desert Leo had cheese and biscuits, and I went for a melting chocolate dome. We had a glass each of sweet semillon wine. My desert looked like a dome of chocolate, but when I poured a hot sauce over it, it melted away leaving ice cream and brownie.

After we had eaten, Leo ordered French coffee, basically a cream floater coffee with brandy, and a glass of port each to accompany. We retired to a sofa seating area to await our coffee and port, I am not entirely convinced my legs took the shortest route.

"How are we getting home Leo, neither of us are in fit state to drive."

"Don't you worry about that mum, it is all sorted."

The coffee was wonderful, the heat of the coffee soothed by the cold of the cream with an underlaying burn of the brandy. The port just added a rich smoothness over the top.

I was amazed but we had been there over two hours and I think we were both rather the worse for drink.

"Right then mum, shall we go up?"

"What do you mean, up?"

"I booked us a room, no way we are driving home before morning."

"Oh. But I don't have any things, toothbrush and stuff."

"I popped around whilst you were out this morning. I was parked around the corner and saw you leave. I nipped in and grabbed a few things, obviously not your toothbrush, you would have missed that, so I put a new one in your bag. It is up in the room. I arranged for our bags to be taken up earlier."

Oh, so that is what he was doing at reception. Sneaky boy.

I followed Leo up to the room, sometimes going back a step before continuing up, it was a large double room, well enough furnished, the bed was turned back with a chocolate on each pillow.

As I entered the room, Leo turned and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside and locked the door. As with many hotels the room was very hot.

"God it's hot in here Leo." I said

He fiddled with the window and managed to open it, that helped, then he found the room stat and turned it right down. He slipped his shoes off and then turned to me.

I stood there awkwardly by the bed, not sure who should move next, it wasn't as if I hadn't slept with Leo before, it was just, well, occasional. And, I supposed, my birthday was an occasion. Besides, he had fingered me at dinner, not a phrase a mother usually uses in reference to he son.

He closed the gap, put his hands around my face, leant in and kissed me. Tentatively as if unsure of my response, but when he realised I hadn't slapped him, he kissed harder, his mouth pressing against me, his pressure pushing me back to the bed, I tried to stay my ground.

His right hand dropped from my face and cupped my left breast, his finger and thumb finding and tweaking my nipple.

"How does it undo?" he asked, his mouth still engaged with mine.

"Zip, side, your right hand," I answered, our mouths still affixed to each other.

He fumbled and then found the thin zip and eased it down and then undid the hook and eye, my dress unfolded and he eased it off my shoulders, stepping back to let it fall. A flick of his fingers and my bra followed. I was naked apart from my heels. I stepped out of them and picked my dress and bra up from the floor, putting them on the chair, my heels I kicked to one side. I did feel just a little lightheaded.

As I had been doing this, Leo had undressed, his arousal apparent, his desire evident. He leant forward and kissed me again, this time pushing me gently back to the bed. My legs contacted the bed and I fell back, my legs bent over the bed, the rest of me horizontal. The ceiling seemed to sway from side to side.

Leo knelt between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, and he blew along my crease, my senses perking, my breath now in short inwards gasps. His nose pressed between the lips of my crease and as my heart went giddy at that touch, I felt a finger at my entrance, the ceiling started rotating.

The finger circled my entrance, dipping in, and then out, and then a little deeper, circling my opening, dipping in, dipping out, and then two fingers penetrated me, pressing deep, my mouth opening and forming a big circle, electrics building, pressure growing. He eased his fingers out, as if to leave, and then pushed back in, I gasped loudly at the wanted intrusion.

His nose slid up my valley, my inner lips caressing it as he moved, slid over my clit, a mild gasp from me at that point, and then his teeth nibbled my clit and his lips sucked it. The sensations cannot be described, it was intense, the level of pleasure was too overwhelming to relate, the ceiling slowed and my senses were on maximum.

I was laying, my back on a bed, being cunn'ed by my son. My shoulders were pressing into the mattress, my head tilting back, my legs as wide apart as I could manage, my crotch being assaulted, my desire at its peak, my intoxication banished.

The electrics tickled, they seemed to run from my clitoris to my toes via my nipples, ears and fingertips. I felt like I was being mildly electrocuted. My insides had seemingly turned to jelly, and yet we had barely started.

"Up here, with me," I managed somehow to say.

As he eased back, I pushed with my legs and managed to get onto the bed and scrabbled up to the pillows, putting the chocolate on the side table. Leo came and lay beside me, and before he could move, I bent down and grasped his dick, easing his foreskin back.

I opened my mouth and took him inside me, licking the uncovered end of his dick, holding his balls hanging from the base of his dick, I played gently with his testes as I licked. I slipped my other hand beneath him, teasing his anus, pressing as if to enter.

I released his balls and held his dick once more, using my hand to shag him with my mouth, moving harder, faster, hearing his gulps as his arousal approached boil over. We had all night, there was no need to rush, equally no need to delay proceedings. Faster I bobbed my head on his dick, faster I wanked his shaft with my hand. His gulps grew and I knew he was close, so close.

I stopped, I released his dick from my mouth and then let go with my hand. I lay back and awaited him. He rolled and straddled me. I reached down and guided his dick into me, slowly letting it penetrate me, feeling him as he consumed my fanny, his dick pressing finally at my end, his balls dangling between my thighs, and he started to shag.

He was slow, oh so delicious, I felt his dick slide within me, opening me, my fanny feeling like an inflating balloon. His dick pressed hard at my end and then slowly retreated, his foreskin unravelling, the rim of his dick scraping my bumps, a small electric shock from each one. Almost out, his dick hovering at my opening, how did he restrain himself, how did he not thrust straight back in, soak his dick in my juices? If I were a man, I could not show such restraint.

After what seemed like an age, after continents had drifted, mountains had eroded, he pushed in again, oh my God. My breath held, my lungs were bursting, yet I could not exhale. Electric shock after shock as he grazed across my bumps, each causing me to gasp, my fanny once more stretching, accommodating and as he reached my end, I felt full, oh so very full.