Anthony's Birthday

Anthony and Miya had spent his special day in bed, alternating between making love and dozing in satisfaction. Neither cared about the world outside, it was his birthday and he was intent on spending it the best way that he knew how – with his beautiful Latin lover in his arms. No, Miya was more than just a lover to him. She was his kindred-spirit; his sexual soul mate, as well as his playmate. They had a deep and unwavering passion for sex. They shared a bond than ran deeper than mere words could describe. And one they knew would forever link them to one another. They enjoyed one another’s company, and always ended up in bed when they were together. But each respected the other’s need for variety, for exploring new horizons and new lovers. It was an agreeable situation, always knowing when the other needed space, but also knowing when one needed the other.

Much like now. Anthony was feeling just a bit bothered by hitting his forth decade and Miya suspected he might be. So, the night before she called him. Asking if she could see him. He agreed.

Despite the fact there was not a cloud in the night sky, she showed up at his front door wearing a red vinyl raincoat and an absolutely devilish smile. God, she made him crazy. It was her smile. The way her dark eyes sparkled, impish and forever playful. There was always a hint of sexuality when she looked at him. Even in the most serious of conversations, he found it quite difficult to control himself, much less when she showed up looking as she did now.

But then, he had the same effect on her as well. He could send waves of electricity throughout her body by simply looking at her. Just as he did now. Her smiling lips pursed slightly into a silent “ooh” as she looked at him. Anthony stood there, leaning against the opened door wearing a pair of loose fit drawstring pants, bare-chested and beautiful.

They stood for several seconds just staring at each other. Finally she spoke with a mischievous tone of voice, “If you want to find out what’s beneath, you have to invite me in.”

Though she really needed no formal invitation, he bowed slightly and made a sweeping motion with his hand, inviting her in. As she stepped through the doorway, he saw she held something behind her back. It was a paper bag and it was filled with god knows what.

Miya turned and looked at him. She smiled again and said, “Okay, now you have a decision to make.”

He raised an eyebrow and simply said, “Oh?”

“Uh huh. Which do you want to know about first? The coat? Or the bag?”

“No contest.” He said easily.

She smiled, liking his answer.

“The bag, of course,” chuckling at his own sarcasm.

“Okay, smartass.” She said laughing with him.

“Well, you didn’t ask which one I wanted. You asked which one I wanted to know about. I know what’s under the coat.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm Hmmm,” he whispered. He stepped closer to her, taking her into his arms, his voice dropping to that deep, sensual, sexy timber. “One incredibly hot…” tasting her lips, “…and delicious body…” She kissed him back, molding her body to his as he continued. “…All wrapped up in something special just for me.”

Looking him directly in the eyes, that glimmer even more prominent. “Ooh, that’s rather presumptuous, don’t ya think?”

“Is it? I don’t happen to think so.” he teased. But before she could respond he added, “And, if I know you as well as I think do, in that bag, you have body oils, a blindfold and…” he paused, giving it some thought. “…And hand cuffs.”

She feigned hurt feelings, producing a perfect little pout. “Am I that predictable?”

“Not at all, darlin. I just happen to know you. Inside and out.” Now it was his eyes that gleamed. Pure sexuality and raw passion passed between them both.

“Well a lot you know mister,” she said jokingly. “I just happen to have the perfect cure for the birthday blues.”

“Like I said, handcuffs.” Both chuckled.

“No, not handcuffs… margaritas with a beautiful half naked woman, silly.”

“You have a half naked woman in the bag?”

“You know, for an old guy, you’re sure full of piss and vinegar tonight.”

“I won’t be “old” until tomorrow, my dear. But tonight, I’m feeling… adventurous.”

Smiling at him she said, “Ooh, I like adventurous. What did you have in mind?”

“How presentable are you beneath that coat?”

“Not very, I’m afraid.”

His eyes lit up even more, “Really? Let me see!”

Standing back, she pulled the belt that held the coat closed. Beneath, Miya wore only a red bra, and the tiniest of matching panties, both of which were made out of the same pliable plastic as the jacket.

“Perfect” he said softly. “Wait here.”

Before she could ask any questions, he dashed up the stairs. She was curious, but the look on his face as he said “perfect” left her excited and admittedly, slightly aroused. He was up to something… something perfectly wicked.

Anthony returned in less than five minutes. Gone were the drawstring pants and bare chest, replaced by snug fitting jeans and a button down shirt. He’d even put shoes on. He stepped closer to Miya, and began adjusting her coat. Arranging it so that the deep plunging V not just showed her breasts, but displayed them beautifully. She had no qualms in showing her body and he knew it.

“So where are we going?”

He answered with one word, “Prowling.”

There was something so primal, so raw in his smile she shivered with excitement. They’d spoken of “prowling” before. Hitting the local nightclubs, searching, hunting for a willing third party, either male or female. Both had deep voyeuristic tendencies, and both loved the idea of sharing and watching the other with a stranger. Perhaps even with a friend, if the opportunity should arise. But they’d never actually gone out with the sole intent to find another, until tonight.

They took a cab to the section of town where pubs, bars and clubs lined both sides of the street. It was the local party district. And the streets were filled with young supple women, and handsome young men. Granted, a great deal of people that milled the streets attended the nearby college. But on the weekends it was such a diverse crowd that one would be hard pressed not to fit in.

They decided her outfit was more suited to one of many larger, louder, more crowded nightclubs, rather than the smaller more quaint pubs. Upon entering the dance club, they made an immediate stop at the bar.

Anthony ordered two shots of tequila, touting them as “a little courage in a glass.”

Grinning wickedly he said, “To prowling.”

Matching his grin, “To prowling,” she repeated as they downed the first of many drinks.

As they made their way towards the tables, Anthony was very well aware of the many eyes that were on her. A certain pride filled him as he led her by the hand. Though the men leered at her, openly admiring the generous view of her body, they couldn’t touch her. This beautiful woman was with him. It made him want to parade her throughout the bar. But instead, he chose a table nearest the dance floor as they could get on a crowded Friday night.

The loud music made conversation nearly impossible, but they did the best they could. Anthony and Miya scanned the crowd, pointing out a few possibilities. Although he was more captivated by the woman that sat across from him. More and more he watched as Miya began to move with the beat of the pulsing music. He took her by the hand again and led her out to dance.

The music had switched something on inside her. Suddenly she began to dance not with him, but for him. She teased and taunted him, rubbing up against him. Her movements were sensual, enticing. He loved it. She simply radiated sex. Wild and untamed. She was making him crazy with the way she looked at him, the way her body found the low, undercurrent of the music; her hips moved so intimately, so inviting. He was more than half tempted to abandon this idea and take her home and…

Suddenly, another woman slid behind Miya. Fitting her body to Miya’s and began to dance with her. Somewhat startled, Miya looked to see who this bold stranger was. But when she saw the pretty face, she beamed. Miya offered no explanations. Instead the two girls turned up the heat, if you will, by yet another notch. Their bodies grinding and ebbing together. Each body matching and mimicking the other to perfection, as though they had practiced for this dance many times before. Anthony, and anyone, who may have seen the pair, found their movements’ erotic. He watched Miya’s face carefully; aroused and intrigued by what he saw in her eyes. He decided to wait and simply enjoy the performance they put on for him. Admittedly, he was curious, and was still trying to figure out who she was.

Although the newcomer was beautiful and sexual in her own right, she paled in comparison next to Miya. They resembled each other in that they were both Hispanic, both had long flowing dark hair. And both had the same exotic, erotic look about them. Though she was slightly taller than Miya, and a bit more lean. She had the moves of a dancer and he wasn’t surprised to find out later that’s exactly what she was.

When the music finally ended, the trio opted for a different table, near the back of the club, so they could be heard over the raging music. Miya at last made introductions.

“Anthony, I’d like you to meet one of my closest friends, Cynthia.”

Cynthia she smiled her sexiest smile and offered a dainty hand to him, “Please, call me Cyn.” Her honey smooth voice all but dripped with seduction, and she shot Miya a grin that was full of mischief. Miya returned the prankish grin.

Smiling his most charming smile, he took her and said, “Yes, I can see why.”

The girls chatted quickly, catching up on the others lives. It was obvious they hadn’t seen each other in quite sometime so Anthony remained silent. As he watched he thought he picked up on something… something he’d never seen before in Miya. There was a certain… intimacy between the women. He noticed that one would lean closer as the other talked and both touched the other quite a bit as they spoke. When he saw Cyn absent-mindedly caressing Miya’s arm, a grin formed at the corners of his mouth. Miya noticed the smile on Anthony’s face, but she said nothing. She knew he was keen to pick up on certain things, and she knew he had figured out the nature of the girls’ relationship.