For some time, Victoria had told herself that turning 40 was nothing.
She wasn't going to let it get her down, as it did with some of her friends. It's just a number, after all, just another birthday, she told herself. People who put too much emphasis on a simple number deserved to be depressed when that number entered their life.
So she was now 40, so what? She didn't feel older now than she did when she was in her 20s. Being 40 is all in your mind, she told herself.
Still, now that the day was here, she had to admit that maybe, just maybe, 40 did mean something. Maybe 40 was the top of a downhill slope. Maybe, as some of her friends believed, 40 was practically the end.
The fact that she was stuck in her office, working late on the day of her 40th birthday, wasn't helping matters. She was new and hadn't made any office friends yet. So, as the office had emptied out, and Victoria continued crunching numbers in preparation for month-end, the place was deserted, really deserted.
To combat the hum of the fluorescent lights and her computer, she turned up the volume on her microstereo. It didn't help much, she thought, as she continued scanning the spreadsheets before her.
"Damn," she cursed aloud. "I don't need this. I don't need to be sitting here, alone, looking at these bloody numbers." Looking at her watch, she noticed it would be another 15 minutes before Michael arrived to pick her up. She was sure Michael had something in mind for her birthday, he always did, but somehow she wasn't in the mood for another birthday dinner, or movie, or whatever else he might have in mind.
As she ran through her feelings of the moment, she realized she didn't need a birthday party; but she needed something. I guess, she thought, what I really need is... what I really need is... She smiled as she realized what she really needed. "What I really need is," she said to her computer, "a really good fuck."
Looking out the window, Victoria saw Michael pull into the parking lot in front of the building. He looked through the windshield at the door and saw her wave at him to come in. She could see he looked a little angry at having to get out of the car in the rain.
Michael ran up the steps to the door and she let him in. "What do you want?" he asked. "I thought we would go out for your birthday after I picked you up. I've already got the kids at the sitter's."
"I just need you to help me with something in my office," Victoria replied. "It won't take too long." She heard him mutter to himself as he followed her down the hall to her office, and she smiled to herself.
Victoria had already put a classical music CD in her office stereo, so it was playing quietly as they entered. The lights were off, so the only source was her computer's screen saver. Once in her office, she turned and sat on the edge of her desk.
"So what is it you need a hand with?" Michael asked.
"Come here and I'll show you," she said. Michael took a couple of steps to her. "Actually, it's not so much that I need you to give me a hand with something as I want to give you a hand." Saying that, she reached out and lightly ran her fingers over the crotch of his pants. Obviously surprised, Michael pulled slightly away, but Victoria hopped off her desk and put an arm around him and pulled him close. With the other, she again began to stroke his crotch.
Now over his surprise, Michael pushed against her hand. "What's this all about?" he murmured, as he put his arms around her.
"I just decided I wanted to do something different for my birthday this year," she said, then kissed him. As she eased her tongue into Michael's mouth, she took his hands and put them behind his back, where he clasped them together.
Still kissing him, she moved both hands back to his crotch, where she continued to stroke him through the cloth of his pants. As his penis hardened beneath the clothing, Michael gently moaned into Victoria's mouth. As if waiting for that signal, Victoria slowly slid down Michael's zipper and reached inside. Easing her hand through the opening in his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around Michael's now-hard and hot penis. Using both hands, she pulled his penis through the layers of clothing. Now in the open air, she began slowly stroking him as they continued to kiss and tongue each other.
Parting their mouths for a moment, Michael could only mutter "wow" as Victoria continued slowly stroking his shaft. "Is this a birthday present for you, or for me?"
"I guess it's for both of us," she said. Letting go of his penis, she began unbuttoning his shirt to bare his chest. Pulling the shirt out of Michael's pants, Victoria began kissing his chest, then took one of his nipples in her mouth to suck it. Michael, very horny now, kept his hands behind his back, but pushed against Victoria so his penis was rubbing against her skirt.
"Uh, uh," she said, "this is mostly my birthday present, remember?" With that, she kissed her way down his chest and belly, and then, getting down on her knees, she slowly took the head of his penis into her mouth. Michael looked down at her as she took him into her mouth and moaned once again. Looking into his eyes, Victoria slid her lips along his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Now Michael was feeling he was in heaven, and Victoria continued to work her wonders on his penis. As she pulled her mouth off him, Victoria worked some spit onto the head and worked it with her tongue. Michael tried to push himself back in her mouth, but, pressing her hands against his thighs, Victoria continued teasing the head of his penis with her tongue.
Still working him with her mouth, Victoria undid Michael's belt and pants button and slid them to the floor. Then, pulling his boxers out to slip them over his penis, she slid them to the floor as well. She stood and pulled his shirt collar out from under his tie, then, pulling him by the tie, backed to her desk and leaned on the edge.
"Now you can start giving me some birthday goodies," she said. "And remember, I'm an old lady of 40 now."
"Vicky, I don't care how old you are," said Michael, "when you give me head like that, I'm in heaven. Now, what would you like me to do?"
"Hey, it's my birthday," she said, "surprise me."
With that, Michael pulled her off the desk and reached behind her to undo the zipper on her skirt. Then, kissing her and probing her mouth with his tongue, he undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it down over her shoulders. Then, rather than removing her bra as he usually did, he slid the cups under her breasts, so the shoulder straps held her beautiful orbs firmly in place.
He then stepped close to her, pressed his penis against her belly and pushed her back on the desk. Victoria reached down for his penis, but Michael pushed her hand away. "It's your turn now, remember?" he whispered. Looking at her breasts, he sighed and bent to kiss them. As he did, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him close.
Michael nuzzled, squeezed, kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples in turn. Victoria's nipples were hard and she responded to his sucking with little moans of her own. He kissed his way down her belly and stopped to lick her bellybutton as he reached between her legs. Finding her panties soaking wet, Michael unhooked Victoria's legs from over his back and kneeled in front of her.
Slowly, he slid her panties down her legs, kissing his way as he went. With her panties off, he kissed his way from her ankles to her thighs. As he continued up her thighs, he lifted her legs at the knees and she grabbed them to hold them.