Sexy Again Ch 02 Birthday Girl

Sexy Again Chapter 02 - Birthday Girl

I hate birthdays. I mean seriously, who needs to be reminded that they're getting older? Especially at my age. But I have decided to make this one special for myself. I think I will pamper myself a little.

I search for luxury hotel rooms near my town. I want to get out of this small town I am in and find a place with more nightlife. Maybe take in some type of show or listen to a band. I find myself a very nice room. I wanted one with a big soaker tub and a fireplace. Of course, they won't have real fireplaces, but an electric one will be just fine. I find the perfect room and book it. It's just going to be me, but that's ok. It's my birthday, my single celebration.

My birthday isn't for a few weeks, but I wanted to get the room to make sure I have one. You never know what may be going on downtown at any time. It's in a very cool part of town near bars and restaurants. I should be able to find something to do to entertain myself. I am relieved to have that part nailed down. At least I have somewhere to go.

Not sure what the night will bring, I need to figure out wardrobe plans. Of course I'm not the dressy type. But I need something cute and sexy. I used to have a velvet dress, years ago. I remember one picture of me in it and I have always loved that shot and that dress. Maybe I will look for something in velvet. My birthday is in winter so velvet will be appropriate for the season. It's soft and sexy. I want to get my hair done too. I'd like to wear it down for a change. The whole messy bun thing, although practical and easy, is not the look I am going for. Is it silly to go through all of this just to spend my birthday alone? Probably. I just want to feel sexy and enjoy my night. And maybe get a few approving glances.

I have actually been dropping hints to a special someone I'm not sure he'll pick up on them and I'm sure he'll have plans of his own and not have time for me. It's fun to think about though. We have a lot of history, and I feel that if he decides to find me, it may be a wonderful birthday present. A girl can hope. For now, I will just work on getting my plans together and checking out different venues during that time to see if there is anything fun going on.

I start my search online for dresses and accessories but feel I need to go shopping to try on actual clothing. You never know what you may end up with ordering online. I have seen stories of people receiving kids' clothes and guys getting women's clothing when opening their packages. Those incidents make for funny memes and videos, but I don't want to have to deal with that. So, off to the mall for a mini shopping spree. That's another thing that is foreign to me. I am not a shopper. I feel like I am different from most women. I have never been the hair and make-up, hair salon, shopping mall type. I'm plain.

There was a time, many years ago when I received an invitation to a fancy event. My ex is friends with a tailor who was part of a fashion show exhibiting some of his custom suits. I ended up crashing the event. I like to say it was the only time in my life where I felt like all the women there hated me and all the men turned to look. I went shopping then too. I ended up buying a sequined cocktail dress. Size two, different shades of purple paisleys all over the dress, it was short and tight. I even went so far as to buy a pair of silver sequined shoes to go with it. I tanned far enough in advance, so my skin was the perfect shade. My friend who was a hair stylist did a big fancy up-do for my bleach blonde hair. I have to laugh when I think about it now. I looked like Vanna White on an episode of Wheel of Fortune.

Of course there was an open bar. He ignored me most of the night and I ended up getting drunk and making a fool of myself. Luckily, I didn't make a huge scene and ended up leaving and walking home alone, drunk and stupid. But hey, I did make an impression for my fifteen minutes. I still can't handle my booze.

So, off I go. I do everything alone, so I don't have anyone to shop with, which is probably for the best. I can take my time and find just the right thing. Since it is close to the holiday, I am hoping for something semi formal, maybe long, flowy. I guess I'll know when I see it. My first stop is one of the higher priced department stores. The only thing I am finding there are too young looking for me. Sure, I can fit into them, but I really want something comfortable. I don't have huge tits to fill in a slinky gown type dress, and I don't want to wear heels, I'm not too tall and don't need something so long that it drags the ground.

Like I said, I'm plain. Normal height, not too tall, not too short. Not too thin, not too heavy. I am five foot five and around one twenty, give or take. My boobs, although a little more filled out due to age and gravity are still pretty small and I now have some curves where I used to be pretty straight. But of course, age and gravity do have a tendency to change the mold of the body. I am not the type to turn heads. I have never been self-confident enough to think I am beautiful. I have never been a beauty queen. It's ok, I am not on the hunt anyway. I would like to be able to say, "Hey it's my birthday!" And some random stranger offer to buy me a birthday drink. Just make a girl feel special. I'm tired of the gloom and doom of getting older. I just want to have a night to celebrate me.

I am a horror movie buff. I'm more a slasher, serial killer girl. A bit dark and mysterious and weird. But is it so wrong to want that Lifetime movie, Harlequin Romance type of night? When the handsome stranger from your past shows up at just the right moment and sweeps you off your feet and into bed?

Don't all girls yearn for that kind of movie moment? Maybe I am just a hopeless romantic

I can't help myself from wishing that he'll show up. But it's only wishful thinking. He's moved on, I'm sure I'm way back in the depths of his mind. I check out several more stores as my mind continues to wander. I feel a bit sad reflecting on the past. If only things had been different. If only I would have tried harder, if only. Who's to say where I would be now. Still alone?

Ok! Knock it off. No time for nostalgia and doubt. I'm determined to make it a decent birthday. And suddenly, there it was! I found my dress! It's not long and flowing, it's more of a button-down shirt style short dress. It's really cute. And they have it in a deep red, burgundy color as well as a deep green. I may just grab both. I try them on, and they fit so well. Fitted in just the right places and loose, in other places making it shimmer with movement. And it feels so nice against my skin. I take both colors.

I need to find a new pair of boots now. Something a little higher than what I'm used to wearing. No heels but they need to be knee high boots since the dress is short. Black suede maybe. Hard to believe I'm going through so much pomp and circumstance to spend one night all by myself. I suppose it's all about the master plan, how I have dreamed it to be. But we all know dreams rarely come true and plans nearly always fall through.

It's a couple of days before my birthday and everything has been going fine. I haven't been hinting around about my plans or teasing anyone with details. I guess it's just time to leave it in the past and let me just get him and the memories out of my system.

I pack my bag, so it's ready to go. I throw a few extra essentials in like my seven-and-a-half-inch realistic dildo as well as my pocket-sized little tickler. A girl needs options. I have an appointment at the hair salon the afternoon before I make my way to the hotel. Hopefully I can keep my hair looking good for that night's activities.

I'm a little excited and tense. It's been so long since I've had a night on the town. I need to relieve some tension. I go to my room and try to relax. I check myself in the mirror as I undress. Not too bad for an older woman. I tanned a few times just to have a little color and to help hide some flaws. I rub my tits and pinch my nipples to make them hard, then gently run my fingers around them and along my sides and belly. My body instantly becoming covered in goosebumps. I move over to my bed and lay back. Running my fingers along the insides of my thighs and softly brushing my pussy.

I fantasize that it's his hands touching me. As I slowly slide one finger inside. My hands are cold, and it sends a shiver through me. My other hand gently caressing my breasts. I close my eyes and think of him. Soon my hands are warm, and both are between my legs. One hand fingering my pussy as the other one tickles my clit. I imagine his tongue on me. I miss the sensation of a man touching my body and I will admit it, I ache for a big hard dick. I fuck myself and rub my clit as I start to cum. It isn't a huge relief but does manage to calm me even though the sadness seems to linger. The need, the want. Fuck, I didn't realize how lonely I am. I don't bother putting on pajamas or anything as I roll over, get wrapped up in my covers and fall into a deep sleep.

I wake early feeling a little more perky and ready to start my birthday adventure. I think I want to see if I can pick someone out of the crowd to seduce. Not that I want to actually pick up some random stranger to fuck. But just some fun flirting. So, I can see if I still have any type of appeal to the opposite sex, or maybe even the same sex. I laugh to myself. I finish my coffee, take a quick shower having done all the fine detailing the night before, and head out. First stop, the tanning salon. Just a quicky to add to the glow I already have. It's winter and I enjoy the warmth of the bed, and I hate being pasty white. Especially with my almost white hair.

I do some last-minute errands, wash my car, fuel it up, grab a bottle of wine, or two and make my way to the salon to get my hair done. This is something I rarely do. I have an idea of what I want and have a couple of pictures saved on my phone to show the stylist. I go inside to check in and she is ready for me. We chat for a little bit as I take my messy bun down. My hair is long, almost to my waist and almost completely silver. She starts to play with, running her fingers through it and it feels amazing. She compliments me on the color and texture and insures me that she can make it look amazing.

As she puts me in the chair for a wash we chat about random things, and I tell her that it's my birthday and what I have planned for the evening. She says, a bit loudly, "Well! Happy Birthday!" I smile and tell her thank you. "It's a shame you have no one to celebrate it with" she says with a little pouty face. I just grin and shrug it off. After she washes my hair, she gets me into her chair and starts to play with my hair, rubbing it with the towel, combing it out. She suggests trimming some of the ends and I tell her to go ahead and do what she needs to do.

She is busy for the next hour, combing, cutting, curling, spraying, drying. Finally, she asks, "Are you ready to see the birthday girl?" She turns the chair, so I am looking into the mirror. I am shocked. I barely recognize myself. My hair is shiny with long loose curls. It looks incredible and makes me wonder why I don't do this more often for myself. Shit, I look pretty damn good. I am touching it and swinging my head around. I ask her if it will stay for a while, and she reassures me that it will. I pay my bill, leave her a big tip give her a hug and as I am leaving, she yells to me again, "Happy Birthday beautiful lady," It makes me want to cry.

It's almost time to check in and I am a little antsy, so I load my car. Before I drive off, out of town I leave him a message. Just the name of the hotel, the room number and a note that says, 'I'll be the one in red velvet.' I log out of my social media account. If he turns me down, so be it. I don't want to know. I would rather not have that feeling of rejection hanging over my head. Besides I did it just for shits and giggle, I don't expect anything. I drive off, onto my adventure.

I arrive at the hotel, check in and find my room. It is even nicer than the pictures and description online. The fireplace is going and there is already a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. Very nice accommodations and I am proud of myself for the choice. It's so clean and bright with a great view of the city. I unpack my bag, hanging my clothes to make sure they're not wrinkled and try to relax. I don't know why I am so nervous. I have no plans other than spending the night in a nice room. It isn't like I am looking to hook up with anyone, only a few people know I have even planned this. Some think it's a little odd, but I don't care.

I decide to try out the big tub. There are nice towels, lotions and oils and bubble bath. A couple of thick terry roads. I can soak in the tub for a while as I prepare for the evening. I run the water as hot as I can stand and step into it, the bubbles swallowing me up and it smells amazing. I allow the tension and anxiety to melt away as I lay back and calm myself. Damn! I should have poured myself some champagne, I think as I lay there. But I'm too comfortable, I'm not getting out now. I take a few more minutes to soak and think. I wash myself with the amazing smelling body wash they supplied. It feels amazing to just relax in a nice deep tub. I stand and step out, the bubbles sliding down my body. I dry off with one of the fluffy towels and then wrap myself up in one of the robes. I feel totally relaxed now.

I pour myself some champagne as I lay my outfit on the bed. Sexy white bra and panties under my red velvet dress, knee high black suede boots, simple but cute it should look great with my new hairdo. I am beginning to feel like a new woman. I mess with my hair a bit to make sure it has kept it's curl, all good. I check my face and need to add a bit of make-up, not a lot, that's not me and I don't want to feel fake or made up. Just a little mascara, some blush and a pale lip gloss. I get dressed and move over to the full-length mirror attached to the wall. Ok! It looks good. It all came together just like I had thought it would. I am presentable. I laugh at myself.

I head down to the bar in the lobby. Still not sure what my plans are I figured this would be a good place to start. I sit at the bar and order a glass of wine. I don't want to get drunk; I am only sipping it to have something in front of me and a reason for sitting at the bar. I look around and there aren't many people here. But it's fairly early. I notice a sign saying live music tonight. That sounds like a good idea, maybe I won't even have to leave the hotel. I pull out my phone and start to scroll some of the entertainment sites and news. I am keeping away from my personal social media pages for fear of something ruining my mood. And I really don't want to read all the birthday wishes. I'll thank everyone tomorrow.

A group of five men stroll in, talking loudly and laughing. All in business suits. They come over to the bar and start to order drinks. I just glance over to check them out but none of them notices me, and that's fine. I am not ready to be noticed. A few minutes later two couples come in and take seats at one of the tables. I finish my wine and look for the lady's room. The bartender stops me to see if I need a refill, I tell him I will when I get back. Once inside the restroom, I check myself in the mirror and I find myself wanting to cry. Was this a stupid mistake? Why am I feeling so sad? I blot my eyes with some tissue to keep from having mascara run down my face. I feel ridiculous, what the fuck was I trying to prove. I feel like getting drunk and obnoxious and beating myself up. I take a deep breath, gather myself and head back over to the bar.

It is starting to get a little more crowded and loud I see the band starting to set up. This might cheer me up after all. I take a seat at the bar and the bartender rushes over. "This one is on them" he says and points over to the group of businessmen. They raise their bottles and glasses as I do and nod a thank you to them. I continue to sip my wine as the crowd becomes fun and enjoyable. There is laughter and smiling and I can't help but smile too. The bartender comes back over to tell me I am on the businessman's tab and to order whatever I like. I tell him thank you and I will think about it.

One of the guys starts to walk my way. He's younger, probably in his forties. He leans against the bar and says his name is Eric. He puts his hand out for me to shake but he grabs it instead and kisses it. I just smile and shake my head. "So, what is a fine thing like you doing here drinking alone?" he asks. He's already a little buzzed.

I say, "Oh just drowning my sorrows on my birthday." And he becomes very animated and loud.

"Oh My God! NO! We can't have that!" he shouts. "Hey guys! It's her birthday and she's drinking alone!" Before I know if they are all coming over. They circle my seat and start shaking my hand, kissing it. I have to laugh. It is all too funny. They all introduce themselves; I can't remember all their names. They are here on business from out of town. They will be in town for the rest of the week, and we should all get together and do something. I think they are all just a little drunk and all talk.

We sit and talk for a while; they are doing most of the talking as I sort of slip into the background. They start to talk sports and their plans for the business trip and so on. I order another drink and let them do their thing. Eventually they wander back away from the bar, end up ordering food and going about their night. I was a little relieved. Not finding any of them worthy of grabbing and taking to my room for a fuck.

The band starts warming up, but the music isn't really anything I am interested in listening to. No vocals, sort of a bluesy, jazzy mix. It's ok but I am thinking of taking a walk to find another spot with better music. I am finishing the rest of my wine when I feel someone brush the hair from my neck, I feel warm breath and someone whisper, "Hey birthday girl". My heart stops and I recognize his voice instantly. A chill runs through me. I can't turn around. I am frozen. He turns my stool to face him, and I can't control it, our eyes meet, mine start to fill with tears and I start to cry, shaking uncontrollably.

He grabs a napkin from the bar and dabs my eyes, "Don't cry shop girl" he whispers. And puts a hand on my face, pulling me into a long passionate kiss. For a moment I am on a different planet. His words, an old private joke. I am floating off in my own little world unable to fathom what is actually happening. We pull apart and he takes me by the shoulders, looks me up and down and says, "You look so good" and he starts to cry. I wasn't expecting his reaction. He lowers his head, and I grab him. I can't resist. I wrap my arms around him almost knocking us both off our feet and kiss him. My hands in his hair, I kiss his mouth his face his nose. I am happy crying now. I can barely breathe.

I grab him by the hand and pull him towards the elevator. I don't speak, I don't give him a chance to speak. I don't want to worry that he will leave or tell me no. I push 'up' and wait for the doors to open still kissing him. We get inside the elevator and my hands are all over him. I push him against the wall, my hands finding their way under his shirt as I feel his skin and I want it next to mine. I rub my hands across his back as I kiss his neck his ears. The doors open and I am dragging him down the hallway. I fumble for my door pass and let us inside.

He stops for a moment and looks around; he nods with approval, but I am not paying any attention to that. I don't know how long I have with him or if there will ever be another chance. I remove his shirt and quickly start to unbutton his jeans and unzip them, as I slowly back him towards the bed. I push him onto the bed and quickly crawl on top of him. I kiss him, everywhere as he lays there. I kiss his neck, his chest, his nipples, making my way down to his stomach. I finish unzipping his jeans and start to slide them off. He sits up and starts to speak. "Don't." I say, "Please, don't. Just let me have this. Please." I am trembling and sobbing. He lays back and throws his arms out.