"The Blouse" by Jillbaby

THE BLOUSE

My name is Lisa. As I sat, half-watching a rather boring documentary on TV, my mind was engaged on one of its annual tasks - what to get my husband Bob for his birthday. I had already penciled in one or two of the things that I knew he would like. However, I wanted to do something a bit special.

My rational side told me that it was just another birthday and yet I still felt that I had to make an extra effort to surprise him. While he was not quite "the man who had everything" it was always difficult to think of things that he didn't already have.

My thoughts moved to a different approach; maybe there was something that I could do for him. But after years of a happy marriage what was there that I hadn't done before?

My attention drifted back to what I had already planned for him. One of my gifts was to treat him to an expensive dinner on the evening of his birthday at an exclusive restaurant, The Brasserie. I had been careful to book well in advance. We had dined there on his birthday previously and I knew how much he enjoyed the occasion; of course, he knew that I had arranged it again this year.

I then started to think about what to wear. Somewhere in my subconscious, my earlier quest for a really enjoyable gift for him became interlinked with my choice of clothes and delivered a suggestion - that blouse! Could I wear that?

This was a top that Bob had bought for me on an impulse when we were on holiday abroad a few years previously. I felt my cheeks color as I thought of it. It's short-sleeved in black and silver but the key aspect was the material, silky mesh fabric that you could see through it in any decent light. At first glance, your eyes are drawn to the shiny surface. Then on a closer look, my breasts are visible through the fine fabric.

At home, they would have sold it with a lining but over there it was quite popular for beach wear by daring young women. When Bob spotted, it he was so enthusiastic about buying it for me that I reluctantly nodded assent, despite the fact that my natural modesty made me want to say no.

A bra could be seen quite clearly under it and of course Bob wanted me to wear it without one. However, there was no way I was going to wear it in public, even with a bra, despite his urging. When I wore it in our holiday flat for him it did feel wonderful on my bare breasts. To his delight, it made my nipples go hard, adding to the erotic effect.

I wore it at home on a few occasions but hadn't done so for a while.

I knew how much Bob enjoyed the male fantasy of showing me off in public with me dressed in an erotic way. I realized that this was a compliment to me. The strange thing was that deep-down I had my own urge for a touch of exhibitionism but my modesty always fought against it, so it had never happened.

I had been brought up with a conservative attitude to sex, and my standing in the community meant that I had to dress and behave with dignity. So obviously, I had to resist the temptation to do a little flashing. The only time that I could indulge it was when we were on holiday and Bob and I had enjoyed some things that were daring by my standards. But even then, my ingrained conditioning prevented me from going too far in displaying my body.

Could I actually wear that top for Bob at the restaurant as part of his birthday treat? I trembled with embarrassment as I envisaged it. But I knew how thrilled Bob would be. After some thought I made a decision - I would wear it, but with a smart jacket over it. If we were seated at a table where I was not too much in view I could discreetly let the jacket fall open from time to time and do a bit of flashing for him.

Despite my intention being solely to please him, I felt a frisson of sexual excitement at the thought and immediately felt guilty. This is just for Bob, I told myself firmly. Nonetheless as I tried to envisage the scene I was definitely aroused by the prospect and couldn't ignore the warm flush in my pussy.

Then I suddenly remembered the secluded dining booths at The Brasserie. There were four booths along a little corridor away from the main dining area. They had partitions between them for privacy, so that the only access to them was from the corridor that led to the kitchen.

It occurred to me that if I were able to book the one nearest to the kitchen, then only waiters would pass by it. Somehow, I felt less inhibited at the thought of being seen by them and I wouldn't be taking the chance that someone we knew might see me. That should allow me to flash my breasts a bit more boldly.

Trembling with excitement, I phoned the restaurant and to my delight I was able to obtain that booth for our reservation. It seemed that its proximity to the kitchen made it less attractive to some diners and it had not yet been taken.

I decided not to tell Bob about the top until the evening of his birthday. The time seemed to flash by and soon it was the big day. Bob opened his presents in the morning and expressed delight at what he had received. Then it was time for us to get ready before the taxi arrived.

I carefully arranged for him to get dressed first and then leave the bedroom to me. I spent more time than usual on my makeup and was more lavish with it than normal, particularly around my eyes. I had been to the hairdresser in the afternoon and my hair was looking good after their skilled treatment.

To go with the black and silver top I chose an expensive black silk skirt suitable for evening wear. It came to just above my knees, was elegantly flared and the waist and hem were trimmed with satin. I flicked through my underwear drawer indecisively. After all, I told myself, it didn't matter what panties I wore - nobody was going to see them. However, the truth was, as all women know, it was how they made me feel that mattered.

Telling myself that I could let Bob admire me when we returned home I chose my briefest pair of panties; a mere wisp of black cotton. To complete the erotic display, instead of wearing my usual tights, I opened an unused pack of fine black holdup stockings and drew them on lovingly.

I felt a little tingle of arousal as I admired myself in the mirror.

I already had a suitable jacket to cover the audacious top. It was a silver bolero style with half-length sleeves and came to just below my rib cage. The lapels ran the length of the jacket and formed a narrow vee. A single brocade button held it closed. With it fastened, all that was revealed of the top was the high neckline and the part beneath the bottom of the short jacket. I slipped on a pair of black strappy sandals and went downstairs. Bob was ready and looking smart in a dark suit, white shirt and a striped tie.

With a dramatic gesture, I undid my jacket and pulled it open to reveal my top,

"Surprise..."

Bob's face beamed with delight,

"You're wearing it..." he gasped.

I looked down to see that both my nipples were poking through the mesh and instinctively closed the jacket,

"Don't worry," I grinned, "I'll let you have a few peeps when we're at the restaurant."

When our taxi arrived at the Brasserie I whispered to Bob that I had another surprise for him and he looked puzzled. As we awaited attention at the entrance I was very aware of my revealing top even although it was well concealed. I felt naked and whenever a man glanced at me it seemed as if his eyes were burning through my jacket. I decided to drink more than usual tonight. That would help to calm my nerves, and it was a special occasion after all.

After we checked in at the reception desk, our coats were taken and we were led to the left of the seating area and along behind the screen to where the booths were. They were designed for some privacy and set in a row of four along a short corridor off the main dining area. Our booth was at the end and the smallest, laid out for two diners to sit side by side in the narrow space.

When we were seated in the privacy of the fourth cubicle, Bob kissed my cheek,

"What a lovely surprise," he smiled. "How did you manage to book this booth?"

"Ahhh..." I said, not confessing that I had been lucky. "There are ways and means..."

"Now don't forget your promise to do a little bit of flashing for me," he teased. "We're nicely private here..."

The nipples on my freely swaying breasts had escaped as usual and were being gently brushed by the soft jacket, sending sparks of arousal up my spine.

We enjoyed a cocktail while we studied the menu. Our waiter was a young good-looking Italian called, Fredo. As his dark eyes smiled, a naughty streak in me made the idea of showing my breasts to him very enticing. After we had ordered our courses and a bottle of Rioja, Bob nudged me,

"How about undoing that button..." he urged with an eager grin.

I was already feeling the buzz of my first drink on an empty stomach and happily complied. When I undid the single button, the jacket fell open and my breasts were visible through the mesh of my top. Fortunately, the lighting was subdued and just enough to let diners see their food and the menu in comfort but without glare.

Bob couldn't resist cupping a breast and I thrilled to the warmth of his hand and the intimate act in this public setting.

"You look lovely..." he whispered, "and very desirable. Please leave your jacket open."

I had experimented before the mirror and found that with the button loosened; the jacket lapels still hid most of my breasts, but left the impression of a deep décolletage. However, I knew that the slightest movement caused one or both of my boobs to sway into view.

Of course, the present situation had aroused my nipples and no matter how I wriggled or tried to adjust them, I could feel them popping through the mesh.

I summoned all my courage and sat back with the jacket open as he requested. My knees were trembling; my palms sweaty and my cheeks were burning. I looked down at my top. The soft lighting was gleaming on the silver mesh, helping to distract attention from the creamy glow of my breasts.

Waiters occasionally passed as they sometimes used this corridor to the kitchen although the main traffic to the dining area was from a different kitchen door. I reckoned that they would be too busy to notice my appearance, especially since Bob was seated on the outside. Just the same, I imagined that I could feel their eyes on me although they certainly didn't stare. Bob was looking very happy. Between admiring glances at me; he tried to spot if any of the waiters were looking at me.

As I sipped my wine, I was surprised that I don't entirely dislike my situation. In fact, as Bob kept topping up my wine glass, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Damn it I thought, it feels good to be desired, and I shouldn't worry too much about men staring. After all, that's what this outfit is about; to look sexy and to prove that I'm still a desirable woman.

When Fredo arrived with our starter, I automatically sat back to give him room and of course my breasts swung into view. As he bent over with my plate his face was very near to them and I saw his eyes go straight to the thrusting nipples I was presenting.

Then our eyes met and without showing any trace of surprise, he gave me such a sweet admiring smile. A handsome young man hadn't looked at me like that for a long time. A natural feminine conceit encouraged my latent exhibitionism and sent a quiver of pleasure to my pussy.

To my surprise, emboldened of course by the protective presence of my husband, I felt in a flirtatious mood. I was going to enjoy myself, I decided.

I asked Bob if he was enjoying himself and playfully put my hand on his thigh beneath our table as we sat side by side. Perhaps that was too encouraging, for he promptly moved it over his crotch and I felt the swell of his cock for an instant before I withdrew it with a grin and a light punch on his shoulder. It certainly seemed that my husband was rising to the occasion.

Just then I saw our waiter approach to remove our plates and I flinched when Bob's hand landed high on my thigh and his fingers sought the curve of my pussy mound. I panicked, my face went red and as Fredo collected the plates I leaned forward to hide my blush as well as my freshly aroused nipples.

As I watched the waiter walk away, his tight buttocks swaying, I realized that Bob was pushing back my flared skirt and his hand was slipping under it.

"Don't..." I hissed, grabbing his wrist.

We had a friendly wrestle under the table as he persisted in trying to reach my pussy.

"My you're being very dominating tonight," I joked.

That gave him an idea. Bob looked carefully at me,

"Let's play Dom and sub as a special birthday treat for me," he suggested.

I looked at him suspiciously,

"What do you have in mind?"

"Trust me...are you game?"

"Well okay...within reason," I said hesitantly.

There was still no sign of our next course appearing and I emptied my glass nervously. He leaned in to whisper,

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Of course," I murmured.

He made a mock frown,

"Of course, what?" He prompted sternly, and the penny dropped.

"Yes...of course, Master," I said humbly, emphasizing his role-play title.

"Good. Now go to the toilet, take them off, and bring them back to me."

I stared at him wide-eyed and was about to protest when I remembered that it was his special night.

"All right, Master," I said, getting into the act.

I was about to rise when he held me back,

"Take off your jacket."

I sat back down in consternation. Surely this was too much? Then I remembered that to get to the toilet from where we were I only had to pass the occupants of the other three booths. And the light wasn't too bright.

I still hesitated but he looked so excited by the game that I gave in, no doubt helped by the alcohol I had been drinking. After checking that no waiters were in sight, I nervously shrugged off the silver jacket and slid from my side of the bench seat.

Moving quickly, I sidled past the other booths, keeping my body turned towards the partition. There were a few women at the mirrors in the powder room but they seemed too intent on themselves to notice me. Once safely in a cubicle I removed my panties and had a pee.

This should have felt humiliating but I was suddenly caught up in the excitement and wasn't too surprised to find that my clit was firming up. I even gave it a little stroke before wiping myself.

It was still busy at the mirrors and it dawned on me that I had nowhere to hide the panties. I had to ball them up in alternate hands as I gave my fingers a quick wash at the sinks. I felt like a magician doing a trick and I couldn't suppress a nervous little giggle.

I set out on the return journey but this time I wasn't so lucky. As I turned the corner and came to the first booth I encountered a waiter coming from the kitchen on his way to the main dining area carrying an enormous tray of dishes.

I tried get to the wall to let him pass but he beat me to it. He leaned against it and beckoned me to pass him on the booth side of the narrow passage. I felt that he could have allowed me more space but he seemed more interested in looking at my breasts.

When I saw his stare I instinctively turned my back to him as I started to edge past. Of course, I was then facing the booth and had forgotten about the diners. I sidled along with my thighs brushing the booth table and my body tilted forward to avoid bumping the tray.

I found myself looking down at the faces of four men seated in the booth. My practically naked breasts were thrust forward as if for their inspection. Time seemed to stand still as they gazed intently at my display.

As often happens at times of stress, my mind found humor as some kind of release and for a second I imagined them thinking that I was some form of entertainment put on for their benefit.

The flash of humor vanished in an instant and I wanted the ground to swallow me up. The tray was still wedged against my shoulder and must have been too heavy for the waiter to lift over my head. I was forced to lean even further forward as I wriggled past. One protruding nipple actually came within inches of the face of the man at the edge of the semi-circular bench. He looked startled, but very interested.

"Sorry...sorry..." I mumbled as I managed to get clear, my face aflame with embarrassment.

Then with a sense of horror I saw that Fredo was heading towards me from the kitchen. I hesitated and considered retreating back out of the passage only to see behind me yet another waiter, returning from the dining room.

Anyone who has ever been trapped between the rows of seats in a train or plane by the buffet trolley in front and other passengers behind will understand my predicament. The only difference is that they were probably not semi-naked.

As the other waiter, had done, Fredo stood with his back against the wall holding his tray before him. I felt that, as with the first waiter, he could have been a bit more co-operative by lifting the tray higher but he was no doubt enjoying the view.

I had now managed to reach the booth next to ours. Two couples were seated there and again I became the focus of attention as I stood still. So much for the plan of me being discreet, and nobody seeing me I thought.

I saw Bob's head and shoulders as he looked around the partition to see what was going on. I could have strangled him as I saw a gleam of enjoyment in his eyes at my exposure. His cock was no doubt stiffening at the knowledge that several people were admiring his wife's shapely breasts in the daring top he had chosen.

I raised my hands in appeal to him but quickly realized that it simply hoisted my breasts a bit higher for the interested viewers. With a broad grin, he spoke to Fredo and he reluctantly moved back very slowly, to allow me to regain my seat.

To complete my embarrassment, Fredo re-appeared at our table only moments after I sat down. My instinct was to grab for my jacket, but Bob had placed it on his other side, well out of my reach.

I looked up to see Fredo's beaming smile. He bowed gracefully to Bob,

"If I may be permitted to say so... Madam is looking very lovely tonight."

Although my cheeks were burning, I found myself smiling back at the handsome Italian,

"Thank you."

That did it; the genie was well and truly out of the bottle - I felt as if half the population of town had ogled my tits. But what the hell; after all we didn't live near the restaurant and I was highly unlikely to ever come across the waiters or other diners in my normal day to day activities.

I decided to leave the jacket off - to Bob's delight of course.

Then to my horror I remembered that my panties were clutched in my sweaty hand and my embarrassment returned. Oh, my God - had anyone noticed? Were they sticking out of my fingers? Guiltily I pushed the panties out of sight as Fredo placed our next course before us. I saw that Bob had ordered another bottle of wine and I gratefully took a gulp from my replenished glass.

It was obvious that Bob had enjoyed the little scene and had spotted me hiding my panties. As soon as Fredo departed again, he reached over my legs and withdrew them. Looking very turned-on he sniffed them appreciatively and put them in his jacket pocket. When he drew me in for a quick kiss he put my hand on his flies and I felt the line of his erection. He was certainly having a great time; and maybe I was too.

"Thank you, darling, this is great fun..." he whispered and we tucked into our meal happily.

No sooner had that course been cleared away when I felt Bob's hand on my thigh.

"Draw up your skirt," he commanded in his Dom's voice.

The coast was clear and my lower body was well hidden behind the table so I half-stood and eased my skirt up around my hips. I shivered as his exploratory fingertips danced lightly along my stocking until it reached the warm bare flesh above it.

This was really going much further than I had expected but caught up in the excitement; I smiled at him and parted my thighs. Before I knew it was happening, he had slipped two fingers into my pussy,

"You're so wet..." he murmured, "Oh Lisa this is wonderful..."

I gasped and leaned back against the wall as he went to work on me. This was the most daring public sex we had ever attempted and I was caught between terror and a growing lust. My clit responded to the stroking of his thumb as two fingers gently fucked me and I writhed with pleasure.

The sound of the kitchen door opening brought me to my senses and I nudged Bob to warn him to take his hand away as Fredo approached with our desserts, liqueurs, and a pot of coffee.

To my consternation, Bob didn't stop when he arrived and he daringly kept two fingers in my pussy. I had a job to open my eyes and look normal, worried that Fredo would suspect something from my flushed cheeks. I was sure that my face was scarlet and I felt desperately guilty. In my fevered state, I imagined that Fredo's smile conveyed his knowledge of what was going on.

From the position of Bob's arm as it disappeared beneath the tablecloth it could appear that he merely had his hand on my leg. However, my nipples felt as if they were going to burst and I thought that their aroused condition would surely be evident to Fredo.

He seemed to linger forever as he put down the bill and hoped that we had enjoyed our meal. Here, all bills were paid at the reception desk. As Bob thanked him and assured him that the service had been excellent I had to bow my head to hide my face as he kept moving his fingers inside me.

Politeness forced me to look up and give Fredo a parting thanks. My uncovered nipples were rock hard and I imagined that he had been staring at them when I wasn't looking. The knowing look in his eyes made me want to curl up. But at the same time, I responded to the approval in his eyes and my smile was genuine.

I had booked the final sitting of the evening as I knew that we would not be rushed and would be able to linger for a while as we digested our meal and finished our drinks and coffee. Fewer waiters were going past as things quietened down. I was caught between relief and frustration as Bob withdrew his fingers and we proceeded to finish our meal.

However, I had a final shock to come. When there were no waiters in sight, Bob suddenly disappeared under the table and behind the tablecloth. It looked as if he had gone to the toilet and left me alone.

"What on earth..." I started and then stopped in shocked silence as I felt him push my skirt back up from where I had adjusted it.

I was pretty tipsy by that time and there was a bubbling arousal in my pussy which still tingled from the earlier effects of Bob's fingers. Without even thinking about it I parted my thighs invitingly so that he could reach where he wanted to be.

I shuddered with incredulity at what was happening as he slowly began to run his tongue up the inside of a thigh. With the table cloth over my lap, my hands went to his head with the intention of stopping what he was doing. But his tongue was warm and firm when it began to lap at the damp, sensitive spot where my thigh meets my groin. Instead of pushing his face away, my fingers tightened in his hair and held him against me.

With his head between my legs, his beard softly brushed the insides of my thighs above my stockings as his tongue worked busily. At first, he moved slowly around my pussy, licking just the outside of the engorged lips. He went back and forth over them as if he was licking them clean as he tongued me like a cat. Then the flat, rough surface pressed at the base and moved upwards, opening my lips like the petals of a flower. When he reached my firm clit, I arched my back with shock and let out a sob of delight.

I had almost managed to forget where we were as he warmed to his task, sucking on my lips and clit. Then he sank his pointed tongue deeply into my hot wet pussy. A guttural groan escaped me and I immediately worried that the people in the next booth had heard me; or could even hear the slurping sounds he was making. My legs started to tremble uncontrollably and I felt light-headed as I sucked in air to relieve my pounding heart.

Just when I began to think, unbelievingly, that I was about to have an orgasm, I heard a waiter at the next booth saying goodnight to the diners. Desperately I held Bob's head still and whispered that someone was approaching.

It wasn't Fredo. With Bob invisible under the tablecloth, the waiter cleared the table and politely informed me that they would be closing in twenty minutes. I was certain that he was admiring my breasts from the corners of his eyes.

Oh, my God. This was without a doubt the weirdest experience of my life. What a night!

When the waiter had gone, I hissed at Bob to get up and he scrambled back to his seat, grinning and wiping his mouth. I grabbed my jacket, pulled it on, and fastened the button firmly.

"That's it..." I told him breathlessly, "Let's pay the bill and get out of here for God's sake, before we're arrested."

I practically dragged him out of the booth and went to the toilet while he settled the bill. I sat in a cubicle struggling to come to terms with what we had done. It was by a mile the most outlandish thing I had done in my life. I felt that I should be dreadfully ashamed and guilty. But instead I had never felt so alive and my body was tingling from head to toe.

I could put that down to adrenaline surging from the risks we had been taking and the effects of alcohol. But it was more than that. I felt sexually empowered as if I had shaken off some of the sexual inhibitions that had been instilled in me from youth and burdened me all my life. We had been able to add some spice to our sex life that I knew would be very welcome to Bob.

I thought of how much he must have enjoyed the evening and I felt a glow of achievement. Then I realized that I was absent-mindedly stroking my clit while sitting without panties in a public toilet. But to hell with it - it felt great. I realized that I was highly aroused, and that it had not just been Bob who enjoyed the bizarre evening. I had even forgotten to retrieve my panties from him.

Could I develop a taste for this sort of thing as Bob had always hoped?

When I got back to reception, Bob had a taxi waiting for us and I staggered into it gratefully. As we pulled away, he whispered,

"How did you enjoying being a bad girl?"

I looked up at him wordlessly and pulled him down for a kiss. Before I knew it, he had undone my jacket and cupped one of my breasts through the flimsy top. He gently squeezed a nipple, and repeated his question.

"Yes," I replied, breaking from our kiss.

Normally I would have been too embarrassed, even in the dark, to allow this in a taxi. But it felt so good and the crazy sexual excitement of the evening had overwhelmed my scruples. I held my jacket over his hand to conceal it from the taxi-driver and felt light-headed with naughty daring. There was no doubt about it; sexual activity was given a tremendously erotic boost if there was some kind of public involvement.

Bob broke from the kiss and while still fondling my breast, whispered,

"Maybe we should do some more wicked things in future...you really turned me on tonight."

His breath was hot on my skin and he was panting with excitement. My normal caution immediately cut in and I hesitated before nodding.

Perhaps encouraged by my seeming agreement, Bob used his free hand to push my skirt further back. I put my hand on his to stop him but my clit was throbbing and the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties made me feel very lecherous. I released my grip and parted my thighs, aware that our lower bodies were out of the driver's view from his mirror.

He moved my hand onto his lap and as if in a trance, I traced my fingertips over his full erection as it strained against the material.

Showing great control, Bob trailed his fingers tantalisingly up the inside of a thigh; slowly, as if he had all the time in the world instead of the few more minutes of our journey.

With his index finger, he delicately probed for my clit and found the aroused bud immediately. I used my other hand to stifle a little meow of pleasure at the shock of intense pleasure, and he chuckled quietly. As the taxi swayed and bumped, he flicked my clit and squeezed my nipple, sending exquisite ripples of pleasure down my spine, and through my belly.

When I felt the stirrings of an orgasm, I panicked at the thought of the sounds I might make. But just then the taxi slowed and stopped.

We were home and I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed by the ending of our most daring taxi journey ever. We walked through our front door, hand in hand. Suddenly the years were swept away and for me it felt as if we were young lovers again. I was feeling more aroused than I had been for some time; and it was all caused by showing my breasts, I marveled.

With unspoken accord Bob and I went into the living room instead of going up to bed. It was as if the need to be unorthodox in our sex was still gripping us. Having sex downstairs had always felt naughty and illicit but it was a while since we had indulged in it. Tonight, it seemed very appropriate and we weren't to be disappointed. To spare my blushes, Bob will describe what happened.

Undoubtedly the most significant aspect of that birthday evening was the effect it had on my psyche. In the days that followed I realized that to some extent I had broken free from some of my long established moral inhibitions that had been preventing me from being more sexually adventurous.

The benefits of this break-through were to be enjoyed by Bob and me in many sexy adventures in the years that followed.

BOB

The evening had been wonderful and my head was full of images of my lovely wife exposing her breasts so daringly. The erotic thrills that I had received from Lisa's uncharacteristic behavior had brought me to a level of arousal that I hadn't enjoyed for a while.

Tingling with anticipation I threw off my jacket and rushed across to close the curtains. Would Lisa want to continue, I wondered. I received my answer when I turned around. She had taken of her skirt and top and was standing there in nothing but black sheer silk stockings and her shoes.

With a gasp, I hurriedly undressed and almost ran over to her. I hungrily fastened my lips on hers, my hands caressing her back, down to her buttocks. I cupped the cheeks and brought her close to me, reveling in the thrust of her aroused nipples against my chest.

I kissed down her face, across her throat and breasts until I reached her erect nipples. She gasped with pleasure as I sucked one, drawing it into my mouth, and swirling my tongue around it gently. My other hand slipped down between us and cupped her pussy. I gently parted her lips with my finger, seeking her clit and just touching it lightly. When she sighed, and parted her thighs encouragingly I left her nipple and bending my knees, kissed down across her stomach to the hairs at the top of her mound.

On my knees and holding her buttocks, I shuffled her backwards until she sat down on the sofa. As I moved between her spread thighs Lisa lay back, her hands playing with her breasts and nipples.

My heart pounding, I kissed up a thigh, across her mound and down her other thigh before gently parting her pussy lips with my fingers. I placed a kiss on her clit and felt it firm beneath my lips as she gave a little shudder.

I eagerly inhaled her arousal musk and went to work on her clit, licking and sucking, my tongue occasionally dipping inside her wet slit. Lisa had her hands buried in my hair, pulling me into her and when I eased a finger into her hot moistness, she thrust her hips against it.

As we both panted with excitement I slipped in two hooked fingers and fucked her with them in time with my tongue on her clit. After all the excitement, we had enjoyed, it didn't take her long. With a groan, she dug her feet into the carpet, braced her legs, and thrust her hips against my hand. She held herself, quivering, against me for several seconds and as her pussy convulsed on my fingers I gloried in the sensation.

When she collapsed back against the sofa I kissed my way back up her body until our mouths met in a tender kiss. By now my erection was almost painful but I didn't have long to wait. The ever-thoughtful Lisa got up and we quickly changed positions, with her now between my legs.

She took my cock in her warm hands, blowing across the straining head while her fingers caressed up and down the shaft. Slowly Lisa lowered her mouth to my cock and then her warm, wet tongue was licking it and around my balls. I closed my eyes with pleasure and stroked her hair.

Then she opened her mouth and slipped the head of my cock between her lips. I sat there in ecstasy and savored the sensations from her wet mouth and tongue.

"Ohhh, that's so good, Lisa," I whispered in encouragement, and she seemed to increase her efforts.

After having been turned-on for nearly the full evening, it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm rush at me. My fingers tightened in Lisa's hair and I warned her,

"I'm cumming..."

I felt my hot semen gush over her tongue. When my fingers relaxed, she knew that I was finished. Lisa opened her mouth, her lips and tongue smeared with frothy cum and let it dribble out onto her hand. I quickly passed her a tissue from the nearby coffee table.

"Thank you darling, that was wonderful," I told her as I eased her up beside me for a cuddle. "This has been the best birthday ever."

We sat contentedly for a while. But of course, I dared to wonder if despite her former modesty, there might be more escapades like today.

"Lisa..." I started tentatively, "Do you think that maybe we might try something like this another time."

With a mysterious smile, she put a finger to my lips, to silence me,

"Shush...let's get to bed."

But to my delight, there was a definite "yes" in her wide blue eyes.

THE END