Birthday Pool Party Ch. 27

Hey guys, here’s Chapter 27. I hope you enjoy it. This one is a little long, but I think it’s an important one. Again, I try to take suggestions into account. Hopefully, I did okay. Time is marching forward, and soon the big plot points will be resolved. Comments are always welcome and appreciated! As always, this is a world without STI’s, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

Stacey

Friday night, date night. At least, if you have a boyfriend. Which I don’t. Something which usually doesn’t bother me, but it does now. I shake my head as I get in my car after leaving work. Gripping the steering wheel, I let out a loud sigh. The man of my dreams is in love with an eighteen-year-old slut.

Starting my car, I begin the drive to my apartment. I feel moisture forming in my eyes as I realize how pathetic I am. Twenty-five years old, and I’m jealous of a high school girl. Fuck! I reach up to wipe away the tears and continue the drive home.

Less than half-an-hour later, I’m parking in the large lot for residents of my apartment building. I buzz myself in and take the elevator up to my floor. I’m grateful for the amazing job Steven provides, it allows me to afford this place all by myself.

I walk through the front door and enter my living room. Shutting the door behind me, I walk forward and toss my purse onto my couch, I’ll deal with it later. Then I kick off my heels, pick them up, and carry them to my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed, I rub my sore foot before shrugging out of my business jacket. Then I proceed to undress. Once I’m down to my bra and panties, I enter my bathroom and start the shower. I need to relax after today.

The hot water feels so good on my skin. My blonde hair is plastered to my scalp as I stand under the spray. After washing up, I decide to do some landscaping. I shave my armpits, my legs, and my pussy. They were already pretty bare, but I like to make sure there isn’t a hair in sight.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and tuck it in between my large breasts. Wiping the steam off the mirror, I check out my reflection. My baby blue eyes are practically glowing in the soft light.

I blow dry and brush my long hair before heading back into my bedroom. Discarding my towel, I hop into bed naked. While laying on my back, I reach over and dig around my nightstand until I find what I’m looking for; my vibrator. At least my battery-operated buddy won’t abandon me.

I spread my legs wide as I switch on the sex toy. Sliding the vibrator between my legs, I run it between my labia and around my clit. I bite my lower lip as I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure from the feel of the vibrator buzzing my little button.

“Mm, touch me, Steven.” I whisper.

My free hand finds my breast, lightly squeezing the sensitive mound as I try and replicate the way Steven touches me. Planting my feet firmly on the mattress with my knees bent, I buck my hips against the sex toy, trying to imagine Steven inside me.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Steven!” I moan.

I can feel my juices soaking the sex toy as I imagine him on top of me, in me. His thrusts feel so good, his big cock is filling my little pussy. As I pant and shake, my fingertips grab my nipple and lightly pull on it. Fuck, this feels good.

My clit needs a break, so I switch off the vibrator and bring it to my lips. Sucking my juices from the sex toy, I imagine cleaning Steven’s cock after it’s inside me. Then I think about him grabbing my hips and flipping me over.

He wants to fuck me like a dog! I turn my body so that I’m on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. Then I lower to my elbows. Balancing on one elbow, I turn on the vibrator and slip it back between my legs.

“Oh, Steven! Fuck your slut good!” I groan loudly.

I keep the vibrator on my clit as I feel my orgasm approaching. My long blonde hair is falling off my back and hanging down around my face. I open my mouth in a silent scream as I cum hard on the sex toy.

“Steven!” I gasp out weakly.

After my masturbation session, I put on panties, lounge pants, and a loose t-shirt. Then I clean my vibrator before putting it away. I sigh heavily as I pad my way through my lonely apartment. I do like living alone for the most part, but right now, being alone sucks.

Time for dinner, I’m hungry. I head to the kitchen and take out a frozen dinner. Then I nuke my meal in the microwave before pouring myself a glass of water. Once the food is ready, I sit down to eat my unappetizing dinner.

As I eat, I text with some of my friends. They all have plans tonight. Most of them are going on dates, and I can’t help but feel jealous. Sighing, I rest my cheek on my left hand as I stab my fork into my food with my right.

“Fuck it, I’m going out tonight.” I say out loud to myself.

I finish my dinner and clean up, washing the dishes and the table. Then I head back to my bedroom and get changed. I put on a pair of black lace panties. Then I shimmy into a little black dress and step into matching heels.

Checking myself out in my full-length mirror, I know I look hot. My blonde hair is framing my face, and my bright blue eyes look incredibly enticing. I lean forward to make sure that my cleavage is showing properly, which it is. My legs are long and shapely. Yup, this girl needs a drink.

I place my phone and wallet in a clutch purse and head out the door. Since I plan on drinking tonight, I order a ride service to take me to the nearest bar. It isn’t a place I regularly frequent, but I’ve been here a couple times.

Music is pumping throughout the room as I enter and make my way to the bar. My hips sway as I walk as sexily as I know how. I can feel the admiring glances of men following me as my heels click on the floor.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asks as I take a seat at the bar.

“Vodka tonic, please.” I order politely.

“Coming right up.” he replies.

I glance around the room as I wait for my drink. It’s crowded tonight, which makes sense, it is a Friday night. A minute later, I thank the bartender for my drink and put the straw to my lips as I take a sip. It’s good!

For the next twenty minutes, I nurse my drink while people watching and listening to music. Then I take out my phone and send a few texts. I wish I could text Steven, but I know better. I look up from my phone just as the bartender places a second vodka tonic in front of me.

“Excuse me, I didn’t order this?” I say.

“It’s from the gentleman at the end of the bar.” the bartender replies as he gestures toward another section of the bar.

“Oh. Okay!” I say as I glance over at the man.

A handsome man raises his glass and gestures in my direction with a smile. He appears to be in his mid-thirties, and has light brown hair along with a close-cropped beard. I’m about to shake my head at him to indicate I’m not interested when I notice his eyes. Green. Just like Steven’s.

So, instead I raise my glass back and nod politely in thanks. He takes this as an invitation and gets up from his seat. I watch him weave through the crowd as he makes his way over to me and sits down at the stool beside mine.

“Alex.” he says, extending his hand as he introduces himself.

“Stacey.” I reply, shaking his hand. “Thanks for the drink.”

“You’re welcome.” he responds, flashing me a charming smile.

“So, Alex, are you here alone tonight?” I ask before finishing off my first drink and moving on to the one he got me.

“I am now.” Alex replies. “I was here with a friend and his girlfriend, but they decided to leave early. I wasn’t ready to go home, so here I am. You?”

“Yeah, I got off work and went home to make dinner.” I explain. “I decided I didn’t wanna stay in on a Friday night, so here I am!”

“Here we are!” he chuckles.

I lift my glass and take the straw between the fingertips of my other hand. Smiling at Alex, I take a sip. He raises his own glass to his lips and takes a swig before setting the glass back down on his napkin. From the looks of things, he’s drinking scotch.

“What do you do for a living?” I ask to make conversation.

“I’m an electrician. I own my own business.” Alex answers confidently.

“That must be exciting.” I comment.

“It is.” he confirms. “I get to travel all around the area and help people.”

“Have you been doing it long?” I wonder.

“I’ve been studying to be an electrician since high school.” Alex explains. “I went to a technical high school and took their electrician program. I started my own business a little over ten years ago.”

“Must be nice to be your own boss.” I say.

“Oh, definitely.” he nods. “I love being able to make my own hours. Although, the lack of days off sucks. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid.”

“That does suck.” I agree. “I love my PTO.”

“What about you, Stacey? What do you do for a living?” Alex asks.

“I’m an executive assistant for the owner of a finance company.” I answer as I polish off my second drink.

“That sounds interesting.” he says politely. “Do you enjoy it?”

“I do. I have a great boss who pays really well and respects my work-life balance.” I tell him.

“That’s great.” Alex smile sand nods. “Would you like another drink?”

“I think I would.” I answer.

Alex raises two fingers and gestures to the bartender. Once he has the bartender’s attention, he indicates an order for another drink for me. I smile and thank Alex and the bartender when my third vodka tonic arrives.

“I’m surprised a pretty girl like you isn’t here with her boyfriend.” Alex says.

“Does a line that simple usually work for you?” I tease and wink at him.

“I’m here alone, so what do you think?” he laughs back.

“Ouch. Poor guy.” I grin before it turns into a sad frown. “And no, no boyfriend. There was a guy, but he’s not available.”

“Well, his loss.” Alex states simply.

“Thanks.” I give him a weak smile.

We continue chatting for awhile. I learn that Alex is the oldest of three children. He seems like a nice enough guy. He even buys me two more drinks. I’m feeling extremely tipsy. I tell him a little more about myself as we start really flirting.