Literotic asexstories – Birthday Present by blooflame,blooflame
When Denise answered the door, I forgot all about what the apartment looked like. I’m sure my mouth dropped open as I stammered out “Hi, Denise”. She smiled, as she said “Not what I usually wear to work, or out to the clubs, is it?” Usually Denise dressed somewhat conservatively, since that is what the people at work seemed to want. Her hair was usually pulled back, and she looked all business. But tonight! She was wearing a loosely woven linen dress of white which made her dark skin look even more beautiful than usual, and which let me see right through. It was obvious that she wore no bra, and I appreciatively ran my eyes over her breasts, and their small, dark brown nipples. As she watched me looking, they began to stiffen, which made me want to look even more. Running my eyes lower, I saw she was wearing very skimpy panties in a sort of light peach color which drew my eye, but didn’t clash at all with the dress.
“Uh, uh, happy birthday, Denise, before I forget.” I managed to get out, “Where’s John?”
“He’ll be along later, he got held up at work. Would you like a drink?” she asked. I certainly could use something to calm myself down, I thought, so I said yes. When she turned to go the bar, I saw that the panties had a thong back, and I got a very good view of her ass, something I had been imagining at work, but never expected to see. I hurried to the couch to sit down, and I knew that I was going to be spending most of the night trying to think of baseball statistics and programming problems from work to keep from getting a hard-on for Denise while John was right there.
Denise brought my drink and sat across from me. We talked about work for awhile, and what John was up to, the usual stuff. We had a second drink, and while we were drinking it, Denise asked me if I’d like to hear some music. She got up and put on a tape. I’m not sure who it was, Teddy Pendergass or Luther Vandross, but whoever it was, she sure liked them. She began to dance sinuously to the music while standing at the tape deck. Then she turned to me and said “wanna dance?”
I couldn’t refuse. I got up from the couch, and held onto her the way I danced with someone I just met – tight enough to dance, but loose enough so they don’t feel like I’m groping, you know? Denise had other ideas, however. She leaned close to my ear and said “No, no! This isn’t polite music, this is make out music! You gotta grab my ass and pull me close!”. Not knowing what else to do, I put one hand on her ass and pulled her as close as I dared. I was definitely getting as hard-on now, so I tried not to bump it into her where it would be obvious, keeping sort of one leg to the side. We danced that way for a few minutes, her head pressed into my shoulder. Her nipples felt as hard as marbles pressed against my chest, and every time I felt the fabric move over them, the would stiffen even more. I was beginning to sweat, not from the heat, but from wondering what my friend John would say when he walked in on his obviously aroused wife and me with a ragingly stiff cock.
Denise whispered in my ear, “do you like the way I’m dressed?” I was about to reply when I felt her hand on my cock through my jeans. “I see that you do, ” she smiled, “quite a lot!”. “Denise, what about John?” I sputtered, “what if John comes home?” I sure wanted her in the worst way, but I needed their friendship just as much and I didn’t want to ruin it.
“Relax, ” she purred, “this is a part of my birthday present from John. He knows about it. As a matter of fact, when I told John about it, he was happy that it was you I wanted to include. You’re one of his best friends, and he knows you won’t blab it all over town. So if you’re okay with it, everything will work out.”
“In that case, I’m definitely okay with it” I said, “I’ve wanted to make love to a black woman for the longest time, but you were the only one I knew well enough, and you’re married. And I’ve got to tell you now, that your ass is better looking than the thousand times I’ve imagined it when you walk by at work.”. As I said it, I ran both hands in a long slow caress over her ass cheeks through the dress. We moved back to the couch, this time Denise sitting next to me. As she kissed me, I ran my hand up to her breast and squeezed the nipple, causing a low moan in her throat. Then I ran my hand up her thigh, under the dress, and gently rubbed over her pubic mound through the panties. I wasn’t surprised to find the fabric wet with moisture, so I slid my finger along her slit, making sure the edge of my hand between my thumb and forefinger pressed up against her clit. She ground her pussy into my hand, and I knew she was very aroused. I was looking forward to slowly undressing her, kissing her here and there, when I got my next surprise.
“Look, I can tell that your foreplay will be wonderful, but I’ve been thinking about tonight all day. And I’ve had to finger-fuck myself nearly every fifteen minutes! So to hell with foreplay for now!” and with that, she grabbed my waistband, and yanked my pants and underwear down. My now-freed cock sprang to attention.
The next thing I knew, those peach colored panties hit me in the face. Denise straddled my waist, and with her dress still on, lowered herself onto me. I couldn’t see what was happening because of the dress, but I sure could feel it! Her pussy was tight, but dripping wet. As I felt her slide onto my thick member, her creamy juices were already running onto my balls and onto my leg. “Unnnnh ” she groaned, “that’s what I’ve been waiting for, a nice thick cock up my cunt!”. I had never heard her talk like this before, and it aroused the hell out of me. Denise was close to cumming already. She raised herself up until my cockhead was just held within the lips of her juicy tunnel, then slammed herself down until she ground those wet pussy lips into me. After just three of those trips up and down the length of my cock, I felt her inner walls tighten on my cock, as waves of contractions passed through her. She was having one hell of an orgasm for such a short time!
She groaned out loud as she felt the release, and then leaned against my chest to rest for a minute. As I admired the beauty of her dark skin and hair, she whispered in my ear “now it’s your turn, baby”, and slowly slid her hot slot off my still rigid prong. She slid down my legs, and reached out with the tip of her tongue to caress my nipples. She slid further down, and I felt her tongue invade my navel. I began to moan myself. She licked her way down from my navel to the base of my cock, then went around it and gently sucked on the inside of my thigh. When I felt her tongue tickle my left nut, I started to go crazy! She licked and sucked at my balls for awhile, and it was all I could do to keep from shooting straight into the air, but I just kept thinking about how I wanted to feel her lips slide over the head of my cock and down its shaft, and how I wanted to fill her mouth with a hot load of cum.
Finally, I felt her tongue on the underside of my cock. She knew just where and how to lick, and she took her time. It seemed like it took ten minutes for her to slowly move up from the base to the tip of my cock. “Please, Denise!” I begged, “suck me. Put my cock in your mouth and let me shoot hot, creamy wads of sperm down your throat!”. She looked at me with a mischievous grin, and slowly, slowly let her top lip crawl over the tip of my cock. Then, when she had her lips around the tip, she grasped it at the base and just as slowly let her mouth sink over it. I’d never had a woman give me a blow job that was this slow before, but it was wonderful. She just slowly relaxed her mouth, and let a little bit more cock enter. All the time, her tongue was doing slow, lazy caresses of the underside of my shaft. I could feel enormous pressure building in my balls. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill your mouth with cum!” I groaned. She let her mouth sink the last inch. When I felt her lips at the base of my cock, I could hold back no more. I pumped load after load of hot creamy cum into her mouth, and she licked and swallowed nearly every drop. After the last load, she climbed up on the couch to kiss me. As I let her suck my tongue into her mouth, I realized that she had a mouthful of cum still there. It wasn’t the first time I’d tasted my own cum, so I let her pass some of it to me. She gave me a quick smile.
“Denise, what gives?” I said. “That was wonderful, but you were close to cumming when I got here. What are you so hot about?” She just smiled mysteriously, and said “You’ll find out later, after John gets home. I just can’t wait!”
Whatever it was, I could get no more out of her. I helped her toss salads, and prepare dinner (Denise always made her own birthday dinner, I found out, because John was just a passable cook). I even fixed her another drink, but found out alcohol wasn’t going to help me figure out her secret either. I’d just have to wait.
Well, John got home about an hour later. I could tell that he knew what was going on, for sure. He just smiled at her when he saw Denise in her white dress with no panties, and he gave me an even bigger smile. We sat down to dinner, and had a great time, like we usually did when we went out. Then we lit candles on Denise’s cake, sang “Happy Birthday” to her, and waited while she blew the candles out. The whole time Denise and John were looking at each other with this little secret smile, and I was dying to know what they were so hyped up about.
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