The Birthday

I’m all alone in my office this Friday night – in fact I think the cleaning assistants and me are the only ones in the entire building. I’m trying to make a headstart on the work for next week, at least starting out on the details of my feature story. I get so caught up in it I forget all about time, and all of a sudden it’s way past six – the blinds covering the windows are starting to keep the darkness inside instead of leaving the sun out - meaning the only light in the room is coming from my computer screen, the only sound from the vacuuming going on outside in the corridors.

The sharp ring from the phone startles me. I pick it up fast so I won’t disturbe the cleaning assistants working outside in the hallway.

- Hey Birthday girl!

It’s him…Kevin…The words, the softness of his voice gives me well-known sentiments. Shivers down my spine…caresses on my hips…soft tickles on the inside of my thighs…

- Are you working right now?

I shake my head whilst mumbling no into the phone.

- Awwww…bad girl! He gives me an example of that little playful laugh that always seems to turn me on.

- I thought you had forgotten all about me and my birthday by now? I tell him, trying to let a sharpness in my voice shining through. I’m not sure if it’s working or not. It’s all quiet in the other end of the line, but I can still hear him breathing.

- Nahhh…He’s laughing again – making me twist and turn on my chair. I know him well enough to understand what kind of mood he is in, and the thought of it is making me crazy.

- So….I can hear him drumming on the table with his fingertips.

- So…I answer and smile.

- What have you been doing to kill time? I continue smiling. I know the rules of this game and I know exactly how to keep up with him.

- Nothing…turning in the chair again, the leather is getting warm and sweaty under the warmth of my body.

- I don’t believe you…I bet you started the fun without me! God, the thought of your fingers touching yourself makes me horny…His voice is deep and sensual, the sentences only divided by short, intense breaths for air.

- You’re doing it right now too, aren’t you baby? I shake my head no, forgetting he can’t see me. He doesn’t seem to notice. I start to recognize every little effect and symptom he’s got on me. The shortness of breath. The warmth in my face that’s coming from somewhere secret inside me, somewhere only he knows how to find. The dizziness. The warm, sticky feeling down there…I press my thighs together, as if that would make me cool off a bit. The voice on the phone brings me back into reality again.

- I can’t believe it’s only nine hours since you left. Nine hours since I could feel you wrapped around me, your body clinging to my fingers…He describes in details what he did to me that same morning. It’s so real I can almost feel his tounge and sense the tips of his fingers caressing me. All of a sudden he goes quiet. I try pulling myself together again.

- I promised you something special for your birthday didn’t I? I mumble out a yes, not understanding how he’s got the selfcontrol to change the subject just like that.

- Take a look outside baby – you see something down there? You see the limo? It’s waiting for you. No questions, ok? Just trust me. I love you…

I'm feeling completely lost in the foyer of the fancy hotel the limo took me to. All the other people there seem to have a reason for being there - at least knowing WHY they're there and WHAT they're doing...I know I could've asked the limo driver - he would've been honest...But what would he know anyways? And would I really want to know? This was part of the game - Kevin's game. A game I enjoyed to the fullest. I realize Kevin has this sort of power over me - a power I more than willingly give him. The reception area is crowded with people - leaving me waiting impatiently by the desk. I have no idea who to turn to, even what to say...

- Mrs. Richardson? The name wakes me up, at first not realizing who the lady is trying to get attention from.

- You are Mrs. Richardson, right? Your husband has already arrived. He's upstairs waiting for you. One of the bellboys motions me into following him. Twelve floors up in the elevator, down the hall, across the resting area, down another hall...The red-suited boy bows slightly before leaving me alone outside Suite 202. The door is left unlocked, a light touch of my hand makes it slide open. I enter the room, slowly, almost tip-toeing - not knowing what to expect. The room is pitch-dark, the only light is a soft glow from what I expect to be the bathroom. Some piece by Puccini is turned down real low on the stereo. Suddenly I can feel him. He's standing right behind me, his tender breath tickling my ear. I don't turn around, knowing this is how he wants it. He smoothly removes both my shoulderbag and the cardigan hanging losely over my shoulders. I can feel his hands shaking a bit on my shoulders, as they're leading me on to the bathroom. The sight meeting me there makes me almost gasp for breath. No lights are switched on here either, but the huge, tiled room is filled by dozens of lit candles. The shower is already turned on, the steam is making the air humid but yet comfortably warm.

The next second he is right in front of me, his hand softly caressing my cheek for a second before he sits down on the toilet (lid DOWN ppl! PLEASE! LOL). He's got his serious look on, yet I can sense his smile underneath the solemn mask. He's already naked. His skin almost goose-pimpled - the way it always is once he gets turned on.

- I want you to take your clothes off. In front of me...His voice is calm. Low, sexy...Almost in a trance I start fidgeting with buttons, straps and zippers - I haven't even started pulling the skirt down my hips yet as his hands travels down south. He grabs his friend with both hands, pulling it slowly upwards - feeling it's entire length. His fingers stretches some of the skin back, revealing the shiny moisture being hidden there. He looks almost swollen and sore, I know that most of all he'd like to climb on top of me, letting me have it. Letting me have all of it.

I enter the shower, with him immediately following me. The first floods of water flushes over me in the same moment as his mouth hits my neck.I'm opening my mouth in a moan, only to let it be filled up by warm, refreshing water. Kevin is right behind me, his hands resting on my hips. I can feel his manlihood pushing against the small of my back. His lips are chewing on the soft skin of my neck, his tounge drawing small circles just below my hairline...His hands have moved themselves unnoticeably over to my stomach, I try to lead them further up - but he refuses to. A coy tease with his thumbs caressing the curve under my breasts is as far as he goes. The sweet sensation weakens my knes and makes me lean back on him, on his strong body and the part of his body I crave the most as of this moment. I put my arms behind his head, allowing my fingers to play with his wet hair. Kevin grabs the shower, pulls it out of it's holder and lets the cool water wash down my face. He loves the sight of the thousand drops of water smoothly running down my face, my neck, the upper part of my body - turning my nipples into a apir of pebbles. The muscles in my entire body are strained now, preparing as Kevin's hand and the shower is moving further down. I can almost hear him grinning behind me as the shower disappears inbetween my thighs, only to reappear again - hidden behind the huge amounts of flushing water. He's pressing the head against my most longing parts, slowly circling the ache...I'm clinging to him, loving his motions. I can hear him moan behind me, not words - just groans of pleasure as my buttocks are rubbing against his lenght. As the tip of him almost enters me because of the water and my readiness. Only seconds before we're both there, together, he stops...

- We need to get ready for dinner baby, he mumbles down in my wet, blonde hair...His hands still grabbing and rubbing me hungrily. I nod before I break lose from his embrace, step out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels hanging there. Kevin is still in the shower, letting the now icy water cool him off as I leave the room....

We're walking into the restaurant hand in hand. No one can help but realize we're a couple. Everybody, most of our closest friends, are seated around one of the bigger tables in the more intimate part of the huge dining area. They all look up at our arrival, and the next few minutes are spent kissing and hugging, receiving presents and congratulations. Everything as Kevin is looking at me, admiring me in my new, lavendel strapless dress - the one that makes the best out of my colors...A proud smile glued on his lips, because he is the one. My chosen one.

The night is a success. We're all having seafood and chilled white - lotsa strawberries to follow. Once in a while Kevin's leaning over me - smelling my hair, the perfume he splashed on me only an hour earlier. Giving me light pecks, playing with an earlobe, letting one of his fingers tenderly tickle my shoulder...Accidentally touching the simple gold heart hanging around my neck - the present from him - whispering the word ingraved: *Forever*...Our eyes meet, both smiling. Sharing a secret everybody knows. I know I love him him when his face is all soft and naked, as he whispers he loves me...

The evening is getting older and the night younger and the others are starting to talk about a break-up - moving on to a club or something...Kevin is a little hesitant.

- Won't you rather continue back in good old 202 though? You. Me. A bottle of champagne. Of course I accept.

We haven't even closed the door to our suite before his mouth and hands are all over me.

- You don't think I forgot the fact you're not wearing any underwear, are you?

- Come on, how could I possibly wear anything under this, I answer giggling - looking at him all innocent. In seconds, I've removed the infamous dress and fallen back onto the bed. I'm lying there, my back supported by dozens of pillows, my legs crossed. I'm playing with a single piece of my hair, as I'm closely watching him remove every single item of clothing he's been wearing...With his pants pulled halfway down his hips he climbs on top of me. His second birthday gift this night is waiting impatiently to be unwrapped down there in the dark.

- I know you want this...He halfwhispers the words as he's watching my hands helping him out of the now uncomfortable fabric.

- The question is...can you handle this? He's half sitting over me, one knee on each side of my body - his pride pointing straight at me - aching to be touched. He moves even closer, pressing the head firmly against my lips. I accept him, and as the taste of Kevin fills me I can hear him sigh with relief, starting to carefully push it in me. Faster and faster. In. Out. In. Because of the speed, my teeth are almost scratching tender skin. But this is the way he's always liked it. Feeding me like this. His hands are stroking my cheeks as I'm doing him, his fingers feeling himself moving inside my mouth. His head is slightly bent back, his face red and rosy... Just like hours before, he stops again...

- I can't take this anymore, he mumbles as he mtoions me into switching places...I'm the one straddling him now - sitting across his stomach. His hands are resting on my hips for a second, before one of them disappear underneath my butt, I can feel his fingers finding their way home, opening me, making me ready. I'm slowly working my way down his body, until I'm there...Allowing him to slide in, all the way. I want to feel all his lenght. It takes me a second to get used to the feeling, the feeling of being so utterly filled up by a man. Painful, but still the most wonderful feeling in the world...

He doesn't say a word as I'm starting to ride him, but he keeps looking me into my eyes...Resting on my hands on each side of his head, I bend over him - enjoying the feel of him underneath me...His hands are stroking my back, scrtaching down my spine. His face is buried inbetween my breasts, his tounge playing with my nipples until I think they're about to burn up by desire.

It's all getting more intense as my muscles pleasuring him are tensing up. He needs to close his eyes more often, not in as much control as earlier...I'm all ready when he comes - his sticky sweetness flushing up inside me...

It's still early morning, the sun is just setting as I wake up. Kevin's body is heavily leaned against me. He's got that young innocent look, like a child almost, when he's sleeping. His brows just as bushy and messed up like his hair. His lips moist and slightly parted. I creep up against him, stealing some of his blanket, some of the warmth from his body. Letting my arm rest on his waist, I caress his soft, sleepy skin. ....Waiting for him to wake up....