"In the bedroom," she replied. He had been in that room once before when she was sick with a voodoo curse, so he knew right where it was. As soon as he entered the room, the door slammed shut behind him. Monk turned, and there was a breathtakingly beautiful Natalie. She was wearing a short, black lace nightie; just barely long enough to cover her crotch and ass cheeks. Her marvelous, impossibly long legs were completely bare except for a pair of black stiletto heels. He had often secretly thought she had the most amazing legs he had ever seen (even nicer than Trudy's). Her graceful shoulders were naked except for the spaghetti straps and a few wisps of her blond hair. The first thought to cross his mind was not , surprisingly panic, but he wondered how he never realized until this moment how incredibly beautiful Natalie truly was. His lower jaw dropped and he just stood there drinking in her loveliness. Time seemed frozen. Natalie finally spoke, "Happy Birthday Adrian. I'm your gift. You don't have to say a word; just come and unwrap me."
Almost in a trance, Monk approached his gift, and gently reached out with both hands and simultaneously slid the straps off Natalie's shoulders. In one motion the nightie slid slowly down her body and pooled around her feet. She was magnificent. She was completely nude except for a tiny, black thong that tied at each hip. Her breasts were smaller than Trudy's, B cups, but were perfectly shaped. Her pink areolas were capped with jelly-bean sized nipples which pointed slightly upward. Natalie tugged at the ties on her thong and it fell to the floor revealing her perfectly bald pussy. She said to Monk, "I shaved this morning. I wanted it to be perfectly clean for you."
Monk just stood there in a daze. Natalie said, "Now its my turn," and she started to remove Monk's sport coat. Monk stood perfectly still as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. Natalie ran her hands through his chest hair and dropped to her knees; lifted each of his feet as she removed his shoes and socks. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Now Natalie was getting excited because the bulge in his boxers appeared to be quite sizeable. Monk closed his eyes as Natalie started tugging down his shorts.
Natalie had often wondered what attracted a beauty like Trudy to an admitted nerd like Monk, and now she knew...Adrian Monk had the most enormous cock she had ever seen. It flopped out of his boxers like an elephants trunk. It hung down to his knees and had a head the size of a lemon. Natalie had once watched an x-rated video, with her late husband Mitch, that had starred a porn actor named Mandingo. His penis must have been a foot long, but it looked like a hot-dog compared to Monk's salami. The second Natalie touched Monk's penis it sprang to life. It just kept getting bigger and harder until it pointed straight at the ceiling. It almost reached Adrian's nipples. Natalie reached around the monster with both hands (her fingers barely touched; it was that fat) and pulled it down parallel to the floor. She started to lick it like an ice cream cone...starting at the base and trailing her tongue all the way to its tip. After a couple minutes of this, Adrian started to tremble and said to Natalie,"I haven't been with a woman in over ten years."
She replied, "I know. Don't hold back. After your first orgasm you'll last a lot longer." Natalie wasn't sure she could get the head of his cock in her mouth, but she was going to try. Still on her knees she slowly tried to get the entire head in her mouth and starting teasing it with her tongue. She felt Adrian tense and then her mouth was filled with his explosion. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. It had been a long time for Adrian.
Natalie stood up, kicked off her heels, took Monk by the hand and led him to her bed. She lay back, scooted up to the pillow and said to Adrian, "I'm all yours. Happy Birthday." Monk looked at Natalie, completely naked on the bed, her hair tousled on the pillow, her legs slightly parted; and realized he had never wanted anything in his life (not even Trudy) more than he wanted Natalie at this moment. He was determined to make this wonderful woman as happy as he was.
