The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single bisexual girl with no close relatives, no current relationship, not really any friends except the guys and girls from the Friends of Dorothy club. I got up and showered. I took the time to look at myself in the mirror. After all there were several gay or bi employees at the store where I worked and who knew when one of them would check me out. I was happy with what I saw, figuring either a girl or a guy would like it. I am not tall, but I have a nice slim figure with round hips and perky boobs. They are not huge bazooms, but they fill a 34C bra very well and the nipples stand up nicely when somebody's tongue tickles them. I keep my pussy shaved all the time, and I ran a hand over it to feel the smoothness. It looked and felt good. So why don't I have something cuddly to share my bed? I sighed, and went off to my job. Eight hours later I clocked out to go home and make a bowl of soup for my dinner. That was all that my budget allowed.
I settled down in front of the TV and sighed. "Happy Birthday, Elaine," I muttered as I popped open a wine spritzer in a box. It was a big surprise to me when the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and behold my three best LGBT buddies greeted me. They pushed into the room, yelling, "Happy Birthday, you fool!" "Did you think we forgot?" "The Big 2-1!"
I was surprised and flattered. I didn't think anybody cared at all. After a bit of laughing and backslapping, Gene pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "We want to make your 21st special, kid! We didn't think sitting around watching TV was the way to a big thrill. So we all got together to get you a top rate present. Here!" He thrust the envelope into my hands.
I opened it quickly, and pulled out a slip of paper. I looked at it expectantly, but it had nothing on it but the words "House of Silken Ties, 505 Elm Street." Quizzically, I looked at Gene and saw a big grin on his face. "Just go to the address, birthday girl, and you will get your present." All the my friends were grinning and nodding. They pushed me toward the door, and into my car. Then they stood there looking like the Sugarplum Fairies as I pulled out. Their big waves were my farewell.
I drove over to the address they had given me. It was a nice neighborhood with space between the neatly landscaped houses. True to its name, it was lined with large spreading elm trees. The house I approached looked no different from all the others, except that it was painted totally white, even the shutters. The porch light was on and I saw a couple of soft lights behind what looked like silk curtains. I walked up to the door and just as I was about to ring the bell the door swung open.
I stepped into a short entry hall all painted pure white and totally without furniture. The front door swung shut behind me. I only had moments to take in the scene, smelling a light pleasant scent and hearing very soft music playing. Then the white curtain at the other end of the hall opened.
The gorgeous brunette who came from behind the curtain could only be described as amazing. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, maybe 5 foot 3. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail, a style which accented her beautiful high cheekbones. Her eyes were dark, outlined with black mascara which made them look big and wide-eyed. Her lips were splashed with bright red glitter gloss, and the glowing tanned skin of her face was highlighted by the light rouge she wore. Every inch of her body was in perfect proportion. Her slimness and petite shape made her almost childlike. Her graceful arms ended in small hands with long curved nails painted bright red. She wore a black lace top which hugged her round petite tits. It had a deep cleavage and was semitransparent and patterned so that her nipples peeked tantalizingly at me. Then it dropped down over her small waist and the top of her hips. Through the transparent fabric it displayed her firm slim stomach and a cute belly button.
A black silk cord tied low on her hips held a strip of black silk cloth draped in loin cloth style, reaching between her legs to cover her femininity and dropping down in front. Her tanned legs ran down to spike heeled shoes which gave them a provocative shape. Altogether she was the perfect vision of a passionate lover -- or a night spirit?
All I could do was to stare at her in amazement and wonder exactly what sort of birthday present my buddies has arranged for me.
This stunning beauty stepped toward me. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed one finger to my lips and shook her head. Then, in complete silence, she removed that filmy black top very slowly. It slid up over her small perfect breasts, tanned like the rest of her body, and revealed the dark pink areolae and nipples like little mounds. They were firm and upright and I was wondering whether to try to get my hands on them. But she stepped back another step, just beyond my reach. She posed provocatively, raising her hands over her head to pull her breasts even further up and turning slowly from side to side so I had a perfect view from all angles. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet already.
Her hands dropped to the silk cord around her waist and slowly undid the knot. As she removed the cord she held the loincloth in place with one hand. Then slowly she began to pull it up and through her legs. The top of her thighs held it gently as it made its passage over her pussy. Then it fell free of her thighs and she pulled it up the last few inches, spreading her legs a bit as she did. It revealed soft pink pussy lips, glistening slightly, and the rounded mons veneris shaven clean. My pussy was starting to twitch now as she put on this silent strip show for me. She slipped out of her high heels and posed beautifully, her shoulders thrown back thrusting her tits forward and her legs opened just enough to display the lips of her little pink pussy. One hand with its long fingernail traced a path up her thigh and teasingly over her pussy lips. My mind was spinning with anticipation of what would come next.