It had been a long, sleepless night. She couldn't relax thinking about what the day would hold. The stars were finally aligning that would allow them to have a few hours to be together and do all the things they wanted to do. Every time she tried to relax all she could think about was the way his lips felt when he kissed her and the way his tongue felt when he licked her pussy and the way his cock head felt when he first entered her. She was getting wet just lying in bed trying to sleep and it was driving her crazy. It was his birthday and she was determined to make it a memorable one for him. If they both didn't end up exhausted, sticky, and happy it would be a big disappointment.
She dressed to facilitate the rest of the day. Outwardly it was demure, as she worked in an office that was mostly men and she never liked the unwanted attention. Her neckline was fairly high, but she knew he would want to fondle her in the car and his cold hands would be heaven on her nipples, so she picked a dress with a stretchy neckline and wore a low-cut bra underneath. She shivered as she imagined his touch. She made sure her panties were easily removable as she would gladly allow him access with minimal effort. She didn't have to dress flashy to impress him. He knew what was underneath and that would be more than enough to get him going.
The morning at work was endless and the hours dragged interminably until he would pick her up. Her biggest problem was trying not so soak her chair as her pussy was already in overdrive thinking about the licking and pounding it was going to give and receive. She jumped when her phone rang, silently hoping it wasn't him having to cancel. It was better than she had hoped as he was calling to say he was heading over to pick her up. She worked in the same complex as he did, but in another building. His cabin was not far away, but gave them a secure place to meet when they could. She wrapped up whatever documents she had open, logged off, and headed for the front door. She felt her heart pounding when she saw his car rounding into the driveway and stop in front of her.
She took a deep breath and got in, trying to fight the urge to mount him in the front seat. She could see he already had an erection and she was anxious to keep his jets at full throttle. That wouldn't be difficult. "Well Happy Birthday, birthday boy. You decided what you want for your birthday? Or should I ask who you want for your birthday? I've got it. Have you decided how you want me for your birthday?"
"Oh, hell yes," he laughed as he looked her up and down. They had to behave for about ten minutes as they wound their way through and eventually out of the industrial complex. Keeping an eye out for other cars as they hit the highway, they ventured to hold hands and keep thing at a low level lest somebody they knew see them. She never quite knew why she was so attracted to him, but she found him irresistible. He was athletically built, but more like a runner than a football player. He was a bit older than her, but both were in great shape and both were complimented for looking much younger than their years. She had always attracted a lot of attention. Jet black hair, a bubble but, and an awesome set of C-cup tits, capped with brown, pencil-eraser nipples. She loved to have them rubbed, fondled, and licked and that happened to coincide nicely with what he liked to do with them. Both had high sex drives, and neither had seen any drop in their desires. If anything, they understood the fleeting nature of their lives and that they needed to take advantage of what opportunities they had. Outside circumstances prevented them from marrying, but that didn't prevent them from fucking like newlyweds when they got together.
Traffic dwindled from sparse to nothing. They had about a 20 minute drive to the cabin and neither wanted to waste any time. She saw him check the rear-view mirror and knew the fun was about to start. He reached over clumsily with his right hand and dove down the front of her dress. He quickly found her right nipple and it was already hard. His blood pressure was generally low and his hands often cold. While she loved to have her nipples played with, the coldness of his hands magnified the feeling and set her on edge, further soaking her pussy. He gently squeezed it and plucked it with his finger. He cupped her breast and returned to the nipple with his thumb. She closed her eyes and simply let him do whatever he wanted to do. He repeated with her left breast. She ached for release and wished he could use his tongue.
"First birthday wish. I wish your panties were off." His tone was commanding, but she knew this was all part of the game. He treated her the way she wanted to be treated, in a way that let her know exactly what he wanted without making it a demand. They both knew she could reject any request at any time, but she never did so. Most times she was actually the aggressor, issuing her own commands, but today was all about spoiling him for his birthday. Of course she wanted her pussy played with as much if not more than he wanted to play with it.
"Baby, it's your birthday. You get whatever you want. I am yours to command." She pretty much was anyway, but wanted to give him something extra today. She wiggled out of her soaked panties and opened her legs as much as the car would allow. Keeping his eyes on the road he gently traced the outside of her smooth, shaved pussy lips, then began slowly rubbing up and down her slit. She moaned as her juices flowed and her clit grew, demanding attention. His finger slid deeper down her pussy and returned to rub her clit. She reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants, frustrated that she couldn't do to him what he was doing to her. The steady rubbing was beginning to negate her ability to focus on his cock. He purposely did not penetrate her, making her mildly frustrated but even more sensitive. She gave herself over to concentrating on the jolts her pussy was giving her and felt herself starting to climb. "Nnnnn. Don't stop. No, no stopping. Right there. Ungggh. Yesssssssssss. There. Unggh." Her first climax always hit her hard. Her entire consciousness was focused on her pussy and she felt herself go over the edge. "Oooohhhhhhhhh." She clenched down on his hand, trapping it between her thighs, but was beyond caring. She unclenched her legs and he laughed gently in amusement at her overwhelming sex drive. She had the enviable ability to cum multiple times. He had never worn her out, although not from lack of trying. He loved making her orgasm, mostly because he loved giving her pleasure, but also because what little restraint she had disappeared when she was going full throttle. "The cabin better be close," she warned, "or we'll both die in an accident because I'm going to jump on your cock whether you're driving or not."
"Yeah, that would kind of ruin my birthday but luckily for both of us we're almost there."
They pulled into the driveway and bolted out of the car and up the stairs. She knew that, unlike in porn movies, a little freshening up before a romp in the bed made the sex exponentially better. Anything that made eating her pussy or sucking his cock better was well worth the effort. They usually took a quick shower together and as he let her in and closed the door behind him she started their routine. She was ready to go, but asked, "Ready for a quick sho—."
"No," he cut her off. "I'm want a quick fuck, then we'll get to the rest of this birthday party."
"Oh, hell yes," she thought, but outwardly said, "Yes, Master, whatever you want." He spun her around to face the island in the kitchen. She yanked her skirt up and stuck her bare ass toward him. He didn't bother to take his pants off, and just let them fall and gather around his ankles. It wasn't the most graceful scene, but neither could care less. Although she needed no encouragement, his level of excitement was adding to hers. She loved foreplay, but they could play kissy-face later. Right now she wanted nothing so much as his cock buried deep in her. He scooted up behind her and she reached down between her legs and guided him into her.
He went balls deep on the first thrust and her vision went blurry. He started immediately hammering away on her like a rabbit. She felt his thick, seven inch cock swell even more. She also felt her nipples struggling to be free of her bra, but he made no move to free them. He didn't even reach around to grab her tits as he usually did when he mounted her from behind. She realized just how pent-up he was and this was about his cock and her pussy and nothing else mattered at this moment. He was a gentle, considerate, and passionate lover, but sometimes it just comes down to fucking. As he maintained his frantic pace she felt her next climax start to build. She started pushing back to meet his thrusts and began to lose contact with anything but her cunt. "Keep pumping me," she purred. "Oh pump, pump, pump..unhhh, pump, please pump meeee. Ohhh. OH!!" As the wave hit her she bucked back roughly to help drive him as deep as possible. She paused to keep from falling while the orgasm hit. He maintained his pace then gradually slowed down to let her recover, but he kept fucking her. As her breathing returned to normal. She turned around and said, "Your turn. I want your cock, I want to make you happy, I want to make you lose control and cum all over me." She reached back and pulled his head forward and locked lips with him again as she shoved her tongue in his mouth as she held him close. She was quite familiar with what sent him over the edge and was never afraid to use it. And one thing he loved was to hear his conservative, upright, proper lover talk like a gutter whore.
"You know how wet you make my pussy?" she panted out as he continued his slow, steady pounding. "It's dripping down my leg. It's dripping because your big cock is making me wet, making me orgasm. I feel your cock in and out and in and out and it drives me crazy. It makes my tight pussy wet and my nipples hard. It makes me want to suck your cock and let it slide down my throat. It makes my nipples want to be licked. It makes me want to feel your tongue lick my clit and in my pussy. It makes me want to fuck you in every position imaginable and then some. It makes me...," she felt his fucking get harder, faster, more frantic.
He plowed deep into her one final time and paused, panting. After a full minute he said, "You're killing me. You know, as much as I hate to stop I have bigger plans. Let's get cleaned up and move on to the main course."
"Well you provided the appetizer, so I will supply the entrée for your birthday meal. I'm the gift that can't be wrapped or returned and I'm a whole lot more fun to play with than your other toys."
His cock jumped at that idea. "I like the sound of that and I think I know where I want this to go."
"You think you know? Sweetie, you're really good at thinking and fucking, and right now I don't need any thinking done so let's get ready."
He smacked her on the ass as he followed her into the bathroom and he reached out and unbuttoned, then unzipped her skirt. It fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it. He then reached around and groped her breasts, squeezing her nipples through her bra. He then started on her buttons and removed her shirt. Once again he reached around with both hands, eased them inside her bra and tweaked her nipples. Once again she felt her pussy drenching itself. She pushed her ass back against his cock.
"He going to be ready for lunch? I hope the appetizer didn't spoil his appetite."
