It had taken all day, but she was finally ready. Every inch of her skin shaved, exfoliated and moisturized. Pulling the white stockings up over her soft legs, she adjusted the pink bows on the back of her thighs to sit properly.
Grinning at her reflection, she ran a hand over the short, red pleated skirt. Tiny enough you could just see a hint of her lacy white panties, the string of pearls between her pussy lips shining slightly from her being wet already, anticipating what was to come. Her white shirt open at the top, showing ample cleavage, surprising herself on how they stood out, even with the tips picked up from a makeup tutorial making them look fake and larger than usual.
Loosening the tie that matched her skirt, she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom. Stopping just outside the door, she quickly slipped on her 3 inch black heels, listening to the car door closing outside.
Giggling to herself, she curls a finger through her ponytail, her nerves haywire as she hears the footsteps to the front door, the key in the barrel meaning her man was finally about to walk through that door. She hears the door open and close as he walks in the door, heart going a million miles an hour when he does that special whistle to get her attention.
"In here," she barely manages to get out, her throat tight. She hears him kick off his shoes and head towards her voice. Walking into the kitchen, he stops in the archway. His eyes widen, one eyebrow arched in appreciation as he takes her in. Her face heats up under the scrutiny, but she can't help but smile at his reaction. "Happy birthday?" she whispers, questioningly. His answering smile huge as he all but sprints over to her; his arms going around her waist to settle on her ass.
She wraps her arms around his neck, her hands on his shoulders as her lips find his, he kisses back enthusiastically, his hands tightening around her tartan covered behind. She feels his hands start to inch under her skirt, it takes everything she has to push him back. He looks confused for a moment, as she smiles at him sweetly, her hands running down his chest to the bottom of his shirt, leaning back to pull it over his head.
Her hands automatically head back to his chest, running her nails lightly over the skin, towards the top of his jeans. She gives him one last cheeky grin, before kneeling in front of him. She makes quick work of undoing his belt, pulling it through the loops and throwing it away from them. Undoing the button of his jeans, she bites her lip, her eyes moving upwards to his as she pulls the zipper down. His breath catches as she pulls the heavy material down his hips, taking his boxers with them. Turning her attention to the sight before her, she licks her lips.
Taking a hold of his hardness, she licks the tip, giggling at the slight gasp of breath he takes. That's all it takes for her confidence to soar, as she takes as much of his cock into her mouth as she possibly can, sucking, her cheeks hallowed as she runs her nails over his hip. She looks up at him as she works, her eyes shining and bright as she watches his mouth open in pleasure. He lets her take control, moving at her own pace until he suddenly decides that's enough.