I walked into the apartment and didn't see her anywhere. From the doorway I'm able to see the entire living room and kitchen with the open floor plan. I also can see the doors of our bedroom and the guest room, they are both closed.
Dropping to one knee I set my lunchbox aside and began to unlace my boots. "Hey babe, I'm home!" I shouted in the general direction of the bedroom door.
Almost immediately the guest room door opened and Tania walked out, closing it behind her. The question of why she was in the guest bedroom, and not our master bedroom flashed in my mind. But it is quickly forgotten as I see what she was wearing.
She had her long blond hair in two pigtails, held by a red bow on each side of her head. She had a little too much eye liner on her pretty, blue eyes and a big exaggerated smudge of rouge on each cheek. Her lips, painted bright red, showing a naughty smile.
"Hey you," She said as she struts towards me, swinging her hips, her red high heels clicking as she walked across the hard wood. "How was work? I'm sorry you had to work on your birthday!"
By then she is standing in front of me. I gaze at her body, she's wearing a schoolgirl outfit that's way too small for her. Her shapely, smooth legs disappear into her red plaid skirt, which barely covers her pussy. Her tight white button down shirt is open to just below her big tits, which are braless and straining the thin white fabric. Her hard nipples are obvious, and inches from my face as I knelt there with a gaping mouth.
She bends at the waist and I get a delightful view of her cleavage before her smile blocks the view. I realized she was waiting for an answer to her question and I tell her, "Work was fine. We had to finish that job up today. And besides, we need the money."
"I know baby. And I was selfish to ask you to call off today." She kisses me softly and tells me, "It's just that hitting 30 is a big milestone, and I wanted to make it special for you."
"Well greeting me in that outfit is pretty fucking special!" I tell her with a big smile. "Glad you like it." She says with a sweet, girlie voice. "Now stand up, let me help you with those boots."
I stand and she kisses me again, before dropping slowly to her knees in front of me. She smiles up at me and starts to work on my boot laces. She lowers her eyes to gaze at the growing lump in my jeans, now just inches from her face.
With my laces undone she indicates for me to lift my feet up, one at a time so she can remove my boots. I place my hands on her head for balance and she smiles up at me again.
She pulled off my boots and the socks from each foot, then started on my belt buckle, then the button and zipper of my pants. Her face flushed with lust as she worked to get my pants off.
"Did you like the selfie I sent you at lunch time?" She asked with a sweet voice, playing the schoolgirl role again.
"I loved it!" I told her honestly. The selfie had been taken in the bedroom, showing her naked body sprawled on the bed. Her nipples were hard and she had two fingers buried in her pussy. "John thought it was pretty fucking hot too!" I added.
Her eyebrows raised and she asked, "Really? You showed him?" She was by now pulling my pants down to my ankles. My hard prick pushing against my briefs towards her face.
Still holding her head I again lifted my feet to allow her to discard my pants into a pile beside her. "He was behind me when I opened it. He saw it over my shoulder." I explained. "Do you mind that he saw it? Saw you?"
"I don't mind if you don't." She told me in that sexy, innocent voice. "Did you like him seeing your naughty girl?"
I wrapped her pig tails in my fists and pulled her face against my prick. I knew she could feel the heat through the fabric as she groaned with lust. "I loved it, he told me how lucky I am to get to fuck you."
"Well you know, while I was laying there, masturbating, I was thinking about all the sexy fantasies that we talk about in bed." She confessed. "And you know that John comes up in those fantasies about as often as Brit does."
Her sexy friend Brit did come up in our fantasies often. I thought she was very hot, and we flirted constantly, just like Tania and John did. And Tania and Brit for that matter.
I felt my cock throb against her lips at the mention of our graphic pillow talk. She put the cloth covered head of my dick in her mouth and sucked hard. I groaned in response, feeling the moist, wet heat of her mouth on the head of my cock right through the fabric.
She pulled her mouth off my dick, and looking up at me with her big blue eyes, she told me, "I was a naughty, naughty girl all day. But I was thinking about you, and how you work so hard to provide for us."
She ran her hand up and down my shaft as she went on. "I was thinking that you deserved a reward for being such a great guy. That maybe I could make one or two of our fantasies come true for you. For your big birthday."
"Which one?" I asked. "Which fantasy?" My voice was husky with excitement as I watched her pull the elastic waistband of my underwear out and over the head of my cock. My mind ran through the various subjects of our pillow talk. The dirty things we said to each other when we fucked.
I watched her rub my cock across her full lips and over her cheek and nose, to the other cheek, and back down to her mouth where she ran her tongue around the tip of my swollen head. She left a trail of my precum across her pretty face.
"Which fantasy? That's what I was thinking about as I worked my wet pussy with my dildo." She told me finally. "Which fantasy would you like to act out the most."
