Birthday Surprise 52

She took a deep breath and sighed as she started the end of day routine. It had felt like a very long day.

It was her birthday. In her family birthdays were always the most important day of the year. The one day when the world does revolve around that one person and they are made to feel special and spoilt rotten. When she was a young girl her Dad had called it her 'princess day'.

She was now 32 and not feeling much like a princess. She had spent all day at work that in its self made her feel blue. Her parents were on holiday so she wasn't going to be her Dads princess today.

She had received a barrage of text messages and phone calls from her friends but hadn't heard anything from him. She knew he had a busy life and was working but how long does it take to send a text right?

Feeling sorry for herself she shut the shop door and let out a groan of exhaustion. Leaning back against the wall she rubbed her face to try and stop herself from crying.

Turning the lights off in her shop she looked her phone again. No messages. She switched it off. This evening was just going to be a take away and a bottle of wine with no interruptions.

As she started cashing up the days takings in her office she could hear the faint wine of bagpipes. Looking up she couldn't believe anyone would start busking up the street now. Shaking her head she tried to ignore it as it got louder. "Oh for fucks sake!" she exclaimed out loud.

There was a knock at her shop door. She stopped what she was doing and shouted, "Go away I'm closed". There was another knock, louder this time. She threw the money on the desk and stormed down the stairs. "I'm closed" she shouted again.

Stopping dead in her tracks she saw a familiar male shape outside. A smile spread across her face as she ran to open the door.

He was stood there in full traditional Scottish dress, the bagpipe music blaring from a small stereo at his feet, a bunch of flowers in his hand a smile on his face.

"Happy birthday!" he said as he leant down to kiss her. She threw her arms around him and kissed him back, hard.

When she finally let go of him she let him in and shut the door behind him. He did a twirl. "Oh my!" she exclaimed with excitement in her voice and a familiar feeling in her knickers. With a quick flick of his kilt he flashed his very pert, very naked bum to her to prove he was working the traditional Scottish look.

Without saying anything he lifted her up by her waist and sat her on the counter. He leaned in to kiss her again, passionately. Resting his big strong hands on her thighs he gently started to push her skirt up. She wrapped her arms around him. When he reached her black lacy knickers he lifted her with one arm and removed them with the other. Releasing him from her embrace he knelt on the floor in front of her, dropped her knickers, looked up at her and smiled before softly planting little kisses on the inside of her legs.

She lifted her legs and put her feet on his shoulders as an invitation. His face was now level with her moist pussy.

He worked his way up her legs before plunging his tongue into her. She tensed with pleasure for a second before relaxing into the rhythm of his tongue flicking over her solid throbbing bud. Not even considering the fact that anyone could walk by at any moment and glance through the window.

It didn't take long for her orgasm to take over her body. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as she let out a loud moan of ecstasy.

"I can't believe you are here!" she said as he stood up, cupped her head in his hands and kissed her. He lifted her down off the counter. "Grab your bag we have somewhere else to be." he said.

She giggled smacked him on the bum, ran up the stairs to get her bag.

As they walked up the street she couldn't take her eyes off him. His kilt was swinging with his every step, his sporran bounced lightly against his thighs, the tightness of the jacket across his broad shoulders all created a stirring sensation inside her.

He started slowing down outside the town's biggest hotel. "Wait here." he said with a smile and disappeared inside. A minute later he re appeared and held his hand out for her. "Shall we?" he asked. With a giggle she took his hand and followed his lead. He led her up four flights of stairs before stopping in front of a door that looked the same as every other door they had walked passed.

Unlocking the door he pushed it open and stood back to let her in. She stepped into the room and gasped as she looked around. It was a huge suite all decorated in dark reds and gold. An enormous chandelier hung from the ceiling and sparkled all around the room. On the table stood a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a bowl of strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate.

She dropped her bag and like a small child started to explore the suite. He shut the door and stood and watched her. With her eyes wide she came back to stand in front of him. Wrapping her arms around him she rested her head on his chest. "Thank you." she whispered. He kissed the top of her head.

He walked over to the table and poured some champagne for them both. The bubbles tickled her nose as she took a sip. Sitting on the edge of the bed she kicked her shoes off. Her eyes still glued to him in his kilt she watched as he took his jacket and tie off walking over to the table he took a big juicy strawberry from the bowl then sat on the bed next to her, took her glass from her and placed it on the side next to the bed.

Gently using force he pushed her onto her back. He rubbed the strawberry around her lips before pushing it into her mouth. Using her teeth she bit down hard on the end of it. The taste of the strawberry complimented the champagne perfectly. Finishing the strawberry himself he knelt above her, winked and pulled her blouse open with force. A button flew off and bounced off his chest. He revealed her pale breasts cupped in a black lacy bra that matched her knickers. She could feel her skin tighten with excitement.

Shifting herself so that she was kneeling on the bed in front of him she removed her open blouse and unhooked her bra. He knelt on the bed with her. Taking her tits, one in each hand he lowered his mouth to suck and nibble her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned as she enjoyed his every touch. He moved his attention back up to her mouth, as he kissed her she started to unbutton his crisp white shirt. Pushing it off his arms it fell to the floor. She ran her fingers across his big strong chest and felt a wild burning inside her.

Standing on the bed in front of him she took off her skirt and knickers. He swallowed as he took in the sight before him before pulling her down, bending her over onto all fours and kneeling behind her. She let out a small squeak of excitement as she braced herself for him. He pulled up his kilt and rested his sporran on her back. He took his huge swollen cock in his hand and rubbed the tip from the top of her butt crack slowly down, teasing her ass hole as he passed it. Pushing himself into her was easy. She was dripping with pleasure juices ready for him.

He held on to her hips and slowly started to move himself in and out of her. She started to groan. He got faster and faster. The louder she got the harder he pounded her. Feeling her tits slap against her legs it didn't take long before she felt a lightning bolt of ecstasy shoot through her body. Following her lead he groaned and pumped her full of his load.

After revelling in the intensity of their orgasms for a moment, still wearing his kilt, he got up and passed her champagne to her, walked over to the table and brought the strawberries and chocolate to her, on the bed. She immediately dunked a strawberry in the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. He watched with his arousal stirring again. She did it again but dribbled sauce down her chin, he leant forward and licked it off for her. She locked on to his eyes and dribbled chocolate on to her tits so it followed the contour and dripped off her nipples. Keeping her eyes locked on to his as long as he could he licked and sucked the chocolate off her. He kissed her. She could taste the sweetness of the chocolate on his lips.

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Taking the chocolate she dripped some on to his chest. He flinched slightly. Starting from the waist band of his kilt she licked up his torso, feeling his cock grow as she did. Shuffling herself backwards she lifted his kilt. His immense erection stood to attention. With a cheeky glint in her eye she took the chocolate and dripped it on the end of his cock. She kept dripping it on until it was smothered. He watched as without hesitation she opened up and took his cock in its entirety in to her mouth. He let out a loud whimper. Sucking and licking his cock she enjoyed every second of it. He started to moan louder as his hips started to buck. She could taste the salty cream mingling with the sweet off the chocolate. Swallowing all of it she kissed his cock, got off the bed with a giggle and went into the bathroom.

When he was over his second orgasm he went to join her in the bathroom. She was in the shower.

He stood there and dropped his kilt to the floor and stepped in behind her. She spun round and pulled him in under the water. Her body was all wet and soapy and the water was trickling over her curves.

They both stood under the shower head and kissed with the water gushing over them.

Lying on the bed in matching, towelling bath robes he asked her how her day had been so far as they finished the strawberries and chocolate.

Chatting and laughing into the night all her glumness of earlier that day felt like a long time ago.

When the second bottle of champagne had been finished they both drifted in to sleep.

She woke in the darkness. Sliding her hand between her legs she started to rub her clit until she was very wet. Gently she leaned over to kiss his shoulder. He stirred and rolled over to lie on his back. She softly kissed his chest to wake him properly. She worked her way down to his cock which she planted tender kisses onto to wake up.

When both he and his cock were fully awake she kissed him and then straddled him with her back facing him. He slipped into her with ease. She slowly started to move herself up and down on his shaft. Hearing him groan with pleasure only turned her on more. He put his hands on her back as she leaned back into them playing with her clit as she did so. She then leant forward slightly and held onto his knees. He watched her curvaceous bum and grabbed her hips to help drive himself into her. With their bodies synchronised they came together in a torrent of moans, groans and mingling juices.

Panting slightly she climbed off him and led next to him. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Do you want your birthday present now?" he asked. Not waiting for a reply he reached under the bed and produced a neatly wrapped box.

She gave him a quizzical look as she opened it. Inside was a sparkly silver tiara. She looked at him again slightly confused.

"All princesses need a crown." he said with a grin.

She smiled a big smile and kissed him. "Thank you." She put her tiara on and snuggled into him.