Birthday Girl
written by:
Norbert

For the last several years, every day seemed to start the same. I'd drive my wife to work, stop at the coffee shop and then off to my office. Nothing unusual occurred and certainly nothing that could have been considered wild or crazy by any stretch of the imagination. That is until two months ago when I met Seana.

The day had started off on the bottom rung of the ladder. My wife and I turned a squabble into an all out fight about promotions, money and bills. Her promotion had been cancelled, my salary had been frozen until the manufacturing company I was with secured more contracts, and the bills just got bigger. It carried over into the car and for the commute to the city. By the time I parked the car I was already done-in and it was only 7:30 in the morning. I looked forward to the half-hour sitting in probably the quietest coffee shop in town, which is why I loved it. Good coffee and it always seemed no one was ever there and today was no exception. Two or three tables of patrons but still virtually empty.

"Boy, somebody sure needs his coffee this morning!" I looked up to see a very pretty young lady behind the counter smile as she waited for my order.

"Oh, yeah!" I tossed back. "I need a bucket of the stuff." I gave her my order and then started to laugh as she rolled her eyes.

"Have a rough night?" She seemed very confident and self-assured as she was really very pretty with short brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, pouty lips that hid perfect teeth that came out when she smiled.

When she turned and reached for the cups, I got a good look at her butt that was being hugged by her tight jeans. It was damn near perfect from what I could see. Tight and round, encased in faded denim, I thought how delightful it would be to squeeze and tried to picture it naked.

"How's the view?" I looked up startled, realizing I had been caught inspecting the goods, and began to blush with embarrassment. I hadn't even noticed the mirror on the back wall and I stammered something incoherent and began to look anywhere except in her face. "So?" she went on teasingly, "Is it tight enough? Or is it too loose?" She slid my cup across the counter, "Don't tell me I have to spend more time at the gym, those elliptical trainers are hell!" I looked up and saw a radiant smile that spread to her eyes, giving them a mischievous twinkle. Feeling completely at ease, I decided to tease back.

"I think it's almost perfect, but wait till it starts heading south on you. Then you'll be sorry." I smiled back.

And so it started. I found myself looking forward to my morning coffee and was often in a rush to drop my wife off so I could get in a few extra minutes of Seana's time for friendly banter. Each visit was accompanied with double entendres and body references. It wasn't long before we knew each other's names, and seemed to be becoming fast friends. I found myself checking her out pretty intently and constantly. I began to notice that she was wearing tighter and thinner tops with fancy lace or patterned bras underneath. I also noticed that her jeans began to ride lower - lower than the hips, and I was treated to glimpses of thong straps when she bent down or reached too high. Just the thought that her pussy was being covered by a teeny-tiny triangle of fabric had my thoughts in a whirl, and with my over-active imagination, my dick hardening in my pants.

It wasn't too long after that Seana seemed to become an infatuation and I found myself heading back there for lunch and even the odd afternoon break as well. Seana noticed it as well. Last Wednesday I was sitting back in a booth just watching her after finishing my lunch. The way her ass looked as she bent over the tables to clear them - or the way it swayed when she wiped them down. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She finally came my way smiling as she approached. She dropped the cloth on the table,

"Somebody forgot to do their job, Tom, do you mind?" She began to swipe the table and we made small talk. She leaned further across, causing her to bend further, and found myself staring down into the sweetest cleavage I had ever seen. Lightly tanned breasts with flawless skin with, I could swear, just a hint of aureole peeking out the top of her bra. She looked delicious and all I really wanted to do, at that moment, was to reach across and cup her breasts with my hands. I looked up and smiled. She had been wiping the table very slowly, giving me ample time to stare at her ‘girls' and here she was looking directly into my eyes and giving me that wicked smile once again.

"Tom, I swear you're coming in here all the time just to see me." She laughed.

"Really?" I feigned ignorance. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, you started off just coming in for morning coffee." She began ticking off the reasons on her fingers as she spoke. "Then you started coming in for lunch and then afternoons as well." She feigned a scowl. "Now you're sitting here, happy as a clam, staring down my shirt."

"Would you prefer I went to Starbucks?" I was beginning to think she was serious.

"You better not," she fired back, "at least not till after Friday."

"Friday?" I ran dates through my mind and could find nothing significant about the date.

"It's my birthday, silly." She scolded like I should have known.

"Ah," I acknowledged, "and you turn what, seventeen?"

Seana responded with a pout that made my heart jump. Oh, those lips. What I would love to slip between them.

"As a matter of fact, I'm turning twenty-six." She stood and struck her ‘womanly' pose, she called it, thrusting her ass and tits out at the same time and turning a pout my way. "So, you better be here for cake around five."

I promised to be there and decided on my way back to work that it was a reasonable excuse to make to my wife even if it mean adding a white lie of claiming it was for a co-worker.

For the next two days, when I wasn't busy trying to save my job, I was fantasizing about Seana. Picturing her naked, imagining the smallest of details of her tits and ass and especially her pussy. By the time Friday rolled around, I was almost as giddy as a schoolboy about to go on his first date. Bouncing down the stairs, I was shocked to see my wife sitting at the table still in her robe.

"It's Friday, hun. Aren't you going in to work?"

It was the wrong thing to say, obviously, from the glare she shot my way.

"You never listen to a damn thing I say, do you?" she spat accusingly. "I told you on Tuesday I was heading to Omaha."

"You told me," I fired back, "that your flight was on Monday and you'd be back on Friday. Another trade show to hawk your wares at."

"Well, I changed it to today. I fly out of here at two so I won't be here when you get home." I had been told.

"And you'll be returning when?" I asked just for confirmation.

"A week from Monday." She saw my look of suspicion and added quickly, "They want me there over the weekend to finalize any of the orders so there aren't any problems."

I gave her a resigned look, knowing there was more to this trip than what I was being told - at least by my wife. I had a few in's at her company, one being the in-house travel agent, Anna, and she owed me big time. As I walked to the car, I remembered the party they had for one of their big clients. I had picked up a cold and wasn't feeling very chipper so, telling my wife, I was making my way to her office for some quiet. I heard some moaning coming from an adjacent office and, peeking in, saw Anna with two of the mail-room boys. She was sprawled on a desk letting one fuck her while she sucked on the other's cock. She looked like a proper slut. She spotted me and after a moment, terror creeped into her eyes. Much later, finding me just as we were leaving, begged me not to tell her husband. Without waiting for the usual explanation of ‘he doesn't do it for me anymore' I told her not to worry, but I may call in the favor someday. I was somewhat shocked and very uncomfortable when she smiled and reached beneath my overcoat to stroke my member, mouthing the word ‘anytime'. Well, anytime was going to be today, I promised, and it wasn't her that was going to get fucked over.

I hit the coffee shop and there was Seana as bubbly and sexy as ever.

"Good morning, Tom." She smiled. After brooding for the drive in, it was a relief to smile back at her. Besides, how could I not? "So you'll be here tonight, right?" There was genuine excitement in her voice.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." I lied. I just wanted to get to the bottom of what my wife was doing and then crawl under a rock. "So, what do you want for your birthday?"

Seana smiled and leaned across the counter. "I love sexy things." She was almost whispering. "Like lingerie and stuff like that." She had her hands together on the counter and her upper arms were literally mashing her tits together creating the most delectable view of her cleavage. Damn, if she only knew what she was doing to me.

"Well, I don't think lingerie is an appropriate gift for an old guy like me to give to you, anything else strike your fancy?"

"How old are you, Tom?" She was staring in my eyes but I felt she was looking into my soul.

"I'm fifty-two." I said resignedly, "old enough to be your father." I added with a laugh.

Seana smiled sweetly - almost innocently.

"My dad's forty-nine - well, he would be if he were still with us." I made to apologize and she brushed it away. "Dad died when I was really young. Like six or seven." She bit her lower lip in the most enticing way. "Fifty-two isn't old Tom, it just means you're experienced." She twirled away and, looking at the time, realized I was definitely going to be late for work today.

My thoughts, sitting at my desk, were a complete jumble. First, what the hell was going on with my wife and, second, what the hell was going on with Seana? More importantly, what the hell was I doing in both of these situations? The answers I got from Anna only added fuel to my suspicious mind. The flight was definitely as I remembered, outbound to Omaha on the morning flight and returning on the redeye on Friday night. She was travelling with her associate, Bryon, who was a young, womanizing son-of-a-bitch, as far as I was concerned. I decided enough ruminating and, telling my secretary I had to pick up something, left to find a birthday present.

Finding a birthday present for a woman is difficult for me at the best of times. Finding one for a twenty-six year old beauty that, really, I barely know was proving even more challenging. Jewelry, not proper - neither was perfume. A tee-shirt was just too plain and I had absolutely no idea what kind of music she liked. I tried to remember if she had said anything during our morning conversations that would give me a lead and came up empty handed. Her voice telling me that she liked sexy things kept running through my mind and, wandering aimlessly from shop to shop, finally found me standing outside one of those lingerie shops. I gave a little smirk to myself. She'll either like it or she'll hate me and I'll never have to worry about it. Besides, I reasoned, I could always make that it was a joke after what she said. I pushed open the door and strode inside.

The first thing that got to me was how sexy it smelled, all fresh and clean. The lingerie was very frilly and pretty in the front of the store however, strolling further towards the back, was the ‘I mean business' items. See-through cami's and thongs that were only little wisps of fancy silk shoelaces with beads and sparkles strategically placed for concealment but easy finding.

"Can I help you sir?"

I turned to find myself facing a shorter woman, perhaps a tad older that Seana but with shoulder-length wavy auburn hair, impeccable make-up, and a body that would stop traffic. I jammed my fingernails into the palm of my hand to keep from picturing her naked - the old reprobate that I was becoming.

"I'm looking for something very special, very sexy for a young lady." I tried to appear sophisticated, like I did this every day, but I'm sure the sweat on my forehead gave me away.

"Are you thinking something for daywear?" I looked confused. "That's something she can wear under her street clothes. Or are you looking more into evening wear? That's a lot more intimate."

"I have to admit, I've never done this sort of thing before," I confessed. "What would you recommend?" I must've looked desperate and, when she didn't move, I blurted out, "What would you like to get from your boyfriend?"

She gave me a knowing wink and led me to the back and selected a few pieces, none of which thrilled me. The sales girl finally looked me up and down and asked me a few very pointed questions about height, weight, breast size and hip size. All of which I answered to the best of my ability but not really giving her what she needed to hear.

"Look, sir," she said after considering all the information, "can I be perfectly frank for a moment?"

"Please do." I smiled to reassure her it was the right way to go.

"Have you ever had sex with this lucky lady?" I felt there had been a bucket of ice water had been dropped on my head.

"Ummm, no - no I haven't" I replied quite embarrassed by her directness.

"But you want her, don't you?" She smiled warmly. "You want to give her something that tells her you desire her and you want her to think of you every time she sees it?" the way she touched my arm was reassuring. I cleared my throat.

"Well, yes. I guess I do want that reaction." I confessed.

"I have just the thing!" She led me to the very back of the store and, leafing through several racks and, without showing me the items, led me to the cash. She still wouldn't let me see what it was I was buying and told me that my ‘girl' could blame the sales girl if she didn't like it. Another out for me, I thought.

Handing me back my credit card she smiled, "You can always buy lingerie for me, Tom, if this doesn't work out." She gave me a very sweet but knowing smile. "If it does, come back and I'll show you some of our ‘special' items we have in stock."

Leaving, I paused on the sidewalk and shook my head. Feeling somewhat pumped and trying to tell myself that she was only a great sales person, I made my way back to the office. Walking through the door, my secretary was looking somewhat flustered.

"Mr. Jerrold has been trying to find you. He said something about a proposal he wants to review with you. Boy. Was he pissed you weren't around."

Taken completely off-guard, for I knew of no proposals due, I retreated to my office and stashed the bag under my desk just as Bob Jerrold breezed in.

"Tom, where the hell have you been?" he didn't bother to wait for a reply. "Cummings Brothers wants a proposal for this new part and they want it today."

I took the proffered paper and studied it. We had made these before for a competitor before they went bankrupt and we still had a massive amount in our ware house. I conveyed this to Bob and confirmed I would review the specs to be certain that they were indeed the same.

"I need this resolved before you leave today Tom. This could be make or break for us." At that he turned and proceeded to the door. Turning, he added, "I'm leaving shortly for the lodge. If you need me...." He smiled, "well, don't." And he was gone.

The rest of the day was spent on the phone with our warehouse people and the good folks at Cummings Brothers, comparing specs and negotiating prices and by the time I had firmed up all the minor details and was able to leave, noticed it was almost six o'clock. Six o'clock??? Shit, I thought, I was supposed to be at the coffee shop an hour ago. I grabbed the present for Seana, and slammed the door to my office. I was so pissed that this deal could have waited until Monday but my moronic manager insisted it be done today. Heading out, a freezing rain had started and traffic was at a virtual stand-still. Maybe, I thought, festivities were still going on at the coffee shop and by the time they were over, traffic would be cleared up.

I made my way the few blocks to the coffee shop. It was black. I peeked in the window but could see no one. I tried the handle, realizing it was hopeless and that I had missed Seana's celebration. Cursing loudly, I turned and, ignoring the looks of the passers-by, started for my car.

"You missed it, Tom." I heard a voice behind me call but it never registered it was meant for me. "Hey, stuck-up!" I felt a hand on my arm and turning, was looking at Seana.

Instinctively, I gave her a hug. "I'm sorry, Seana. A last minute deal came in and I had to put it together." I apologized.

"Oh," she rolled her eyes, "the work excuse never works on me." She teased. "Admit it, you never wanted to hang around with my friends for cake, did you?"

I could only smile.

"C'mon upstairs," she offered, "I have cake left and I really wanted you to be there." She spied the package in my hand. "Is that for me?" She was almost giddy as I handed it to her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, kiddo." I offered. "Look, I'm sure you have plans tonight so I'm just going to head off home."

Seana frowned and looked at the traffic. "I cancelled hitting the bar with my friends. With this weather? The last thing we need is to be caught driving impaired." She tugged at my arm. "Come on up. We can have a coffee, or something a little stronger." I followed her direction towards the doorway beside the coffee shop. "Besides, you get to see me open your present."

Her apartment was a cozy bachelor, with the center point being her queen size bed, pushed up against the inside wall. It was definitely a girl's apartment with lots of pinks and flowers and feathers and a myriad of lit candles. It was also neat as a pin. Seana took my coat and hung it on the rack by the door and pointed me to a chair across from the bed. Coming to join me, she handed me a glass of wine before reclining on her bed. I took a sip and spent the next couple of seconds admiring the view of her shapely form in recline. If only I were twenty years younger.

Seana jumped up and grabbed for her present.

"I almost forgot about this." She smiled and shook it.

"You might want to wait to open that when I'm not here." I suddenly became embarrassed by the purchase of which the ramifications could be catastrophic to my little world.

"Nonsense," was her reply as she peeled off the tissue paper. All of a sudden, there it was in her hands, the box containing something so very intimate from a pathetic old man that she hardly knew. The store logo screaming and could not be missed. Seana looked up at me, her eyes wide. Perhaps she saw an apologetic look on my face, maybe it was more hope than anything else. She quietly got off the bed.

"Can you excuse me for a few minutes please, Tom?" and with that, slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.

I felt terrible and gulped my wine till it was finished and went to the refrigerator and refilled my glass. I also topped up hers and took the time to ready my apology speech. I figured the best way for a coward to handle this would be to blame the sales girl at the lingerie store. Replacing the bottle, I sat down and waited for the onslaught.

After what seemed like forever, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Listen, Seana I want to explain about the...." My words caught in my throat and my jaw hit the floor. Standing before me was a goddess. Seana came forward and did a pirouette for me and the effect wasn't lost. I'd have to remember to return to that store and thank the salesgirl.

She stood before me in a white lace bustier with a demi bra that left her nipples exposed. My eyes drifted down to a white see-through thong that showed a perfectly bald pussy and, finally, to a pair of white thigh-high stay-ups that sheathed her long legs. She had added her own high-heels and they only added shape to her legs. She walked over and slithered onto the bed. I could only stare after her.

"What about the rest of my present?" she asked in a pouty voice. She patted the bed beside her and I obediently went to her. "This is exactly what I wanted from you." Her hand began to rub my thigh, running higher and higher until she was clutching my swollen member and rubbing its length.

"I was afraid you'd be mad." I said apologetically. "I got scared when you went to the bathroom." Her laughter was refreshing and reassuring.

"Well, I figured it would have more impact rather than me stripping down right here in front of you." She sat up and her arms encircled my neck. "Even though that's what I wanted to do right from day one." I must've looked shocked because she started to giggle. "Right from the start, Tom, I thought you were so damned sexy." She leaned in for a quick kiss. "You can't imagine the number of times I ran up here after you'd left the shop and bring myself off wishing it was you instead of my fingers or one of my toys."

I couldn't take it any longer and placing my hand on the back of her head, brought her to me for a deep searing kiss. I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth and I directed mine to fight back. Her lipstick tasted better that anything I had ever eaten before and I marveled at the smoothness of her lips as my tongue glided across them. I felt her hands tug at my tie until it was apart and she swiftly began to unbutton my shirt.

"Oh, Tom" she murmured against my lips, "I want you naked. I want all of you." Her breathing was building rapidly. She took my hand and guided it to her crotch. "I'm so freaking wet, I can't wait for you to be in me."

She was, indeed, wet. Her new panties were soaked and I could feel her moisture fron her pussy seeping through the fabric putting a sheen on my fingers. Her moans told me I was hitting the right spots and I reluctantly removed my hand as she pulled off my shirt and tee in one fell swoop. She fell back on the bed.

"Take your pants off." She breathed, "I want to see your cock."

I needed no other invitation and tugged my belt off and, releasing the button and zipper, pulled off my slacks and underwear in one motion. Dumping my shoes and socks on the floor, and my pants rapidly joining the pile, I was finally naked, my cock pointing towards the ceiling. Seana stared and reached out to stroke it lovingly.

"It's more beautiful than I imagined." She whispered. She began to giggle, "And it's much bigger than my fingers and warmer than my toys." She slid across the bed and began to lick around the head. I groaned in appreciation. This is exactly what I wanted from the moment I laid eyes on her. She opened her mouth and made a slow slippery descent bringing forth another guttural moan from my throat. She began to retrace her path and soon began bobbing her head in my lap. I wanted desperately to play with the pussy I had, up till then, only dreamed of but looking over saw that her own hand was busy rubbing her snatch through her new panties. This drove me to a point of distraction for, although it had always been a great turn-on for me, my wife had always considered it too private to do for anybody else. I ran my hand down the fabric or her bustier to the edge of her thong and lifted the waist band away. Seana immediately took the cue and slid her hand beneath the fabric and began rubbing her finger along the slit. She jammed her face down on my cock hard at the same time pressing two fingers deep inside herself. I wasn't sure who moaned louder, her or me, but I did know for certain that I was about to pop.

"Baby, I'm about to cum." I grunted, fully expecting her to raise her head. Instead, Seana extracted her fingers from her pussy and, grasping my cock shaft, began to pump like a mad woman, sucking even harder. I bellowed as I felt the first gob of cum shoot out of the head of my cock, and grunted with insane pleasure with each subsequent jet of spunk. Seana greedily drank all of my seed down, and continued sucking and licking until she finally released my flaccid member.

"That was yummy," she cooed. "You taste delicious." There was a silvery glint to her lips from my cum and it made her even more desirable. Taking her by the shoulders, I rolled her onto her back on the bed and leaned over to kiss her deeply - soulfully.

I slid my hand between her obligingly splayed legs and began to rub her pussy as I began to kiss my way down her body. I heard her words of encouragement as I nibbled and licked her neck and shoulders. With my free hand, I scooped as much of her tit out of the demi bra and fastened my lips to her nipple. She groaned and arched her back.

"Oh, Tom that feels so good." She whined. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

I had no ideas of stopping. Not now, not for as long as I could have her. I swirled my tongue around her nipple as my fingers pressed against her clit, eliciting another moan of a need fulfilled. I withdrew my hand form its damp playground and, following closely with my lips, undid the fasteners of her bustier, kissing and licking every inch of newly exposed flesh.

Once it was completely opened and spread wide, I slid my hands up and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and brushing my thumbs across her nipples. There was a sharp intake of her breath. I continued to kiss my way down, and began coursing my tongue across the triangle of non-existent fabric working my way down to her pussy. Sensing, rather than seeing the nearness, I pursed my lips over her clit and blew gently. Seana responded by thrashing her legs beside me and giving a heartfelt moan. Her response doubled when I changed from blowing to sucking and I felt her hands grab my hair and pull me tighter to her as she pressed her pussy up and hard against my mouth.

Figuring it was time, and not wanting to miss out on finally tasting what I had been dreaming about for months, I reached for the waistband of her thong and began to drag it down her legs. Once it was gone, I leaned back in to enjoy the feast that was spread before me. I gently kissed up the inside of each thigh, teasing her by stopping just short of her dripping pussy. I could hear her begging for me to lick her, suck her, do anything but ignore her.

Feeling that she had put up with enough teasing, I firmed up my tongue and drove it into her, feeling her wetness flood into my mouth.

"Oh, Tom," she wailed, "that feels amazing." She began to buck her pussy against my face, panting and spewing words of encouragement and endearment. It was music to my ears and a pleasure for my taste buds. She tasted somewhat sweet, like a delicacy that should only be served at Christmas but I was very grateful that she was serving it up to me tonight.

I worked over her pussy, licking along the lips very gently, almost delicately - barely touching them, and getting to the top, sucked her clit into my mouth to suck harder and then releasing it, only to press the flat of my tongue against it and flicking back and forth across it. Each time I did this, the response was always the same - a high pitched sigh followed by some verbal message that encouraged me to take her to higher heights.

"Oh, baby," she wailed, "I need to cum. Please, Tom, make me cum. I want to cum for youuuuu."

I had fastened my lips around her clit and began to suck and release in rapid succession, at the same time I slit two of my fingers into her and began to saw them in and out of her.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, oh fuck." Seana was panting and tossing her head from side to side. "It's so good. It's sooooo gooood." I continued working my fingers in and out of her. I pressed my thumb against her clit and began swiping it back and forth and let my tongue lap along her pussy lips.

"Oh, jeez I'm going to cum, baby" she was almost yelling and seemed to be on the verge of hysteria, "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, Ohhhhh!"

Her voice trailed off as her back arched lifting her ass completely off of the bed. She went quite stiff as the first wave of orgasm hit her and then she began to buck against me as wave after wave engulfed her. I remained plastered to her pussy, licking furiously adding to her torment of pleasure. She tried to roll to one side to get away from my mouth but I rolled with her and continued my assault. I felt her legs spasming underneath me and against me on the other side. I tried to picture what we would look like in a porn flick and decided it would be a show-stopper. Seana was making low growling sounds I had never heard before and finally, having her fill, reached down to push my head away.

"Oh baby," she breathed, trying to catch her breath, "that was amazing."

"As good as you imagined?" I asked.

"Fuck no!" she panted, "Way- way better."

I crawled up and leaned in for a kiss, half expecting her to turn away as my wife constantly did. Instead, Seana kissed me greedily, breaking away from my lips long enough to run her tongue across my cheeks and chin to gobble up any traces of her juices that were there. She looked at me and smiled.

"I like pussy too, Tom." It was said rather matter of factly. "If you want, I'll bring one or two of my friends over and you can have your fill of girl action."

I had been rubbing my now hard cock along her slit, waiting for her to come down off her cloud and it seemed to be the right time - my cock was soaked with her juices. I reached down and pulled her leg up and pressed the head of my cock against her slippery lips and pushed as hard as I could, burying myself in her completely. I watched her eyes roll as the pleasure of her pussy being filled and her walls being stretched consumed her and allowed her to emit an almost silent ‘Oh.'

"I think I want to have my fill of you first." I panted in reply.

I was amazed at how tight she was yet I was able to stab my entire length in her in one shot as opposed to sawing in and out of her working in a bit at a time. It felt as though her pussy was milking me and, as I stopped, could feel her vaginal walls spasm like they were trying to milk my cock for another load. I pumped at her, and we kissed like mad fools, my hands groping her fine ass and running lines up and down her crack. I was as close to heaven as I had ever been. Seana pulled her head back away from me.

"Doggy style." We were both panting by this time. "Do me doggy style." I pumped a few more times. "Please? It's my favorite."

I pulled out of her and before letting her change position completely, grabbed her head and pushed my cock in front of her. She greedily sucked it into her mouth and I could feel her tongue scour its length. I withdrew it and pushed it back into her. Again she gobbled it greedily but this time she pushed herself forward and I felt the head of my cock slam into the back of her throat as well as her nose bury itself in my pubic hair. I withdrew and pushed again. Again, she swallowed my member down her throat. I pulled my cock completely out and looked into her lust filled eyes, noting I would have to fuck her mouth before I left for the evening.

Spinning her around, with her ass in the air, I rubbed my cock along her pussy again and finding her opening beckoning to me, slipped it in again to the hilt. I grabbed her by the hips and began to slam myself into her at a horrific pace. It never seemed to be too much for her and, in fact, it seemed the harder the better. Seana laid her head on her pillow and, moaning up a storm, began to pinch and pull her nipples.

"Oh fuck me Tom." She pleaded. "Please don't stop. I love the feel of your cock in me. I've wanted you since I first saw you. Oh. Fuck this is wonderful."

"If I'd known you wanted me sooner," I panted, "maybe it could've happened sooner."

She groaned some more as I stopped and ran the head of my cock along her lips and then ran the shaft hard against her clit. Looking down, I saw her beautiful ass and couldn't resist. Adding some spittle, I began to lightly stroke across her puckered anus. Seana groaned as I made contact and I saw a shiver run through her. I continued to pound her and applied a little pressure with my finger, and felt the pucker begin to give way and open.

Gently I continued to probe and release, and each time my finger pressed against her I was honored with a groan.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked hoping above all else she'd say no.

"No baby," she panted "I love how that feels."

I continued to slam into her, knowing her orgasm was nearing and mine was climbing up there as well. Seana raised her head and began to yelp like a bitch in heat, begging me to fuck her harder as she was approaching the point of no return. I felt her puckered ass relax around my finger and I slid it the rest of the way in. She began to almost bay and began driving herself back into me as well as my finger.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck that's feels..." Seana's words faltered as her orgasm hit her full force and she emitted a long drawn out throaty groan. She shot almost upright and, fearing my cock would lose its place in her juicy snatch, I pushed my weight against her and forced her down until she was able to grasp the headboard. I cradled her tits and pinched her nipples as I felt tremors course through her. Sweat broke out and her back became shiny and slick. Finally, that moment of pleasure passed as well and she collapsed onto the bed, dragging me down with her. I began to pull my cock from her, figuring I'd giver her a few minutes to recuperate before I went for my release but she stopped me.

"Keep it in me, Tom. Please." She had a very little girl voice now and I felt almost the pervert for taking advantage of someone so young. "I love having a hard cock in me." Like I said, almost the pervert. "Besides, I want to feel you cum in my pussy."

"Funny," I whispered in her ear, "I want to cum in your pussy too." She chuckled beneath me.

"What time do you have to be home tonight?" Was that a twinge of loneliness I heard?

I slowly withdrew my cock and slid it back into her. She responded with a roll of her ass.

"I love what you did with my butt tonight." She was almost purring now, and I continued a slow leisurely fuck.

"Well," I started as I continued to enjoy sliding my length into her warm wet snatch, "my wife has fucked off until next Monday and I have no idea where she is. Quite frankly Seana, I don't really care. So I'm here for as long as you want me."

Seana rolled over and caused my cock to tear from her but it was forgiven when she put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder. I felt her shake and I thought she was laughing again at my predicament. I was dead wrong for when she looked up there were tears in her eyes.

"Can you stay for the weekend?" She was almost pleading. I nodded my head.

"Longer, if you'd like." I offered.

Seana mashed her lips against mine, her tongue snaking into my mouth. She pulled away leaving me breathless.

"Have you ever been wakened up with a blowjob?" She asked. I honestly replied I hadn't. I felt her hand snake down between us and grasp my cock. She shuffled a bit and I shifted to allow her to do whatever she needed to do. Greedily, I discovered, she was sliding my still very hard, but feeling very neglected, cock back into her pussy. She gasped as, once she lined it up, I slipped it into her.

A few thrusts she was getting back into it and she asked another question.

"Tom," she voiced huskily, "have you ever tried anal?" Again, regrettably I had to admit I hadn't although I had always thought it somewhat erotic - enough to warrant some exploration.

"Have you?" I asked hopefully. It was a bit of a disappointment to hear she hadn't.

"But," she was quick to add, "I loved how your finger felt. Would you like to try it with me?"

I had said I had no idea where my wife was, that was very true. I also said that I really didn't care, and that too is true. She wasn't going to know where I was for as long as Seana wanted me and that's the part that I really didn't give a damn about. Seana was young and vivacious where my wife was old and prudish before her time. In a way, I kind of hoped she was out getting laid. It would be her first that I knew of in months.

I raised myself with my forearms so I could watch Seana as I stroked into her. She gave herself completely over to the feeling and assisted by squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples.

As far as I was concerned, I wanted this fuck to last as long as I was able to hold off. I wanted this moment to last forever.