Sharon’s Birthday
Sharon’s birthday was the following Wednesday, so I wanted the chance for just the two of us to celebrate. I made a dinner reservation for a new restaurant on the water that had just opened this summer. What interested me was that, not only was it the prettiest setting, but after 10pm or so, a DJ took over and it became a club-like atmosphere. I showered and began to search for the right thing to wear. I decided on a short, sleeveless yellow sundress that is deeply cut in the front and a tiny white thong. I was never a big make-up person (even though one of my major clients was a cosmetics house) and Sharon always had a perfect face, so I asked her to do me, and I look radiant when she has finished. I dressed in the outfit I had picked out.
Sharon walked out of the bathroom and gasped, “Holy shit Ellen!” She had never seen me with make-up on before, let alone all dressed up to go to a party. I looked in a mirror, giggling to myself about her reaction. I looked myself up and down in the mirror, all 5’9”. I cupped my 33A breasts and admired how they looked in the tight-fitting top, pushed up and showing as much cleavage as I could. Then I spun around and looked at my tiny butt pushing against the dress, just barely concealing it, the thong was just visible giving me a sexy attitude. I giggled again as I turned back around to check my hair and make-up. My hair was slightly wavy and had a sexy messed up look. I began to apply some lip gloss and realized how much my eyes were brought out by the yellow dress and Sharon’s makeup.
Then Sharon appears in my doorway. She has pushed her hair up showing off her neck. She chose a white backless halter dress: spaghetti straps tie around her neck, and she spun around to show me that the back plunges so deep the dimples above her bum are visible. She’s wearing nothing underneath; her dark nipples are on full display and very erect. She tossed a light scarf around her shoulders and off we went. I was already in a code red stage of arousal and didn’t know how I was going to get through the night with my young sexpot lawyer (or whether she would even end up coming home with me)!
Over a wonderful dinner, I could tell Sharon was troubled by something. I took her hand and just said “Tell me.” “I really don’t know if we should be doing this; I am the one who is going to get in trouble.” I knew where she was coming from; there were rampant stories about partners hitting on young associates and it’s most often the associate that pays the price. “Sharon, I didn’t plan this weekend as a one-night stand, to cast you off on Monday and let you suffer the slings and arrows for this weekend. I’m willing to be in this for the long haul if you want to give it a try. Think about it and let’s have a nice weekend.”
By the time we finished dinner we could hear that the night club is already in full swing. Sharon and I found two seats at the end of the bar and ordered champagne. “Here’s to us!” I offered as a toast. Sharon smiled and clinked glasses. We were chit-chatting about stuff; she was excited about her new career and how proud her parents were for her. “I would like to meet them” I whispered. “That could be a problem, because they would simply love you and the fact that you came with me!” Sharon laughed. “I would like that, though.”
Then some strapping blonde came up and asked Sharon to dance. She looked at me and I nodded and off the two of them went. “What luck” I thought to myself “from meeting her parents to her being led away by a blonde siren.”
I watched her and the blonde on the dance floor. The blonde was pulling Sharon closer and closer. One side of my brain watched this attractive woman dancing with a gorgeous blonde; the other side of my brain said, “if you want Sharon to go home with you, you better do something.” I got up and worked my way toward Sharon, trying to be casual and pretend to be dancing with whoever just happens to be there. Finally, I knew she was right behind me and I turned to face her back and let the back of my hand slides across her back and down inside her dress.
As soon as my hand touches her, she turns around. “Oh my God Ellen, I’m so sor….” trying to avoid drama. I cut her off mid-apology, “Don’t worry about it …” She turned to the siren and introduced me “Elaine, this is Ellen, my girlfriend,” and the siren disappeared. I smiled and pulled Sharon close. She whispered, “I thought about what you said over dinner, and to be honest I have been thinking about you since the day of our interview and I just don’t want to fuck up my career.” We continued dancing. Several times we were facing one another, I got caught looking her up and down; but she just smiled and giggled and kept moving. Then the last time, I looked up at her eyes and realized that her eyes were looking at the rest of me. As soon as her eyes looked up, she knew she had been the one caught this time. I said we should finish our champagne. Sharon took my hand and led me back to the bar.
“Happy Birthday!” I toasted her as we finished our champagne. “I would like to spend some time tonight alone with you. Can we get out of here?”
It was just a short walk back to my house. Sharon took my hand as we walked. When we got to my house, I opened the door and let Sharon go inside first. She walks through the place straight out to the pool and gardens. I follow along behind, smiling, watching her hips causing her skirt to sway back and forth with each step. I stood next to a lounge chair and took off my shawl. Sharon made her way over to the pool, got down on one knee to test the temperature of the water, trying not to flash what little her skirt doesn’t hide. Although her attempt to conceal her butt was significant, a breeze kicked up and her dress flew up exposing her naked bottom.
Smiling to myself, I said, “Nice view!”
Sharon looked over her shoulder, “What are you looking at my ass for anyway?”
I replied giggling, “It’s not the first time I’ve looked at it tonight, just the first time I was able to see it.”
After Sharon had tested the water, she seemed excited and wanted to go swimming. I was eager to know what she had planned on going swimming in considering she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. She stood up, untied the straps around her neck and let her dress fall into a puddle at her feet.
I smiled and asked, “Are you planning on going skinny dipping in my pool?” Sharon turned and walked over towards me. She reached for the side zipper of my dress and began to slowly unzip me. After I was unzipped, Sharon reached back up and slip the shoulder strap off my shoulder. Looking me in the eye, she let go of the straps and my dress fell to my feet, leaving me naked but for my thong. She reached up and cupped my breasts when I didn’t try to hide them. As she took a hold of my breasts, she pressed hers up against me, like she was trying to hide them. I reached down and slide my hands over her behind ass for the second time, dragging my nails lightly along her bare cheeks.
I continued to knead her cheeks, sighing as her hands played with my breasts. As my fingers work against her cheeks, I hear a soft muffled moan. I lean over slowly, just barely pressing my lips against her neck. As soon as I do this, her hands stop moving against my breasts. I’m afraid I’ve screwed up and leaned, looking to see if I’ve done something wrong. As I was looking down into her eyes, she moved her hands off my breasts and down to the top of my thong and slipped a hand inside. I softly moaned as a finger found my slit and began to trace it up and down.
Sharon dropped down onto her knees. Her face is eye level with my pussy. She reached with a hand and began to trace my slit through the fabric of my thong. Her other hand softly massaged my stomach. Then her fingertips found the waistband of my thong and she pulled it slowly downward, at mid- thigh she leaned in and ran her tongue over my slit. Then my thong slid down my legs and off and I stood there naked, with my crotch right next to her face. I watched as Sharon looked at it closely and softly cupped moist crotch in the palm of her hand, sliding her thumb back and forth over my lips, then leaned forward and pressing her lips against my soft mound.
Once again, there is a muffled moan coming from deep inside me as her fingertips slid back and forth, barely pressing against my pussy. Suddenly, she pulled away and jumped into the pool, popping back up above the water giggling. She placed her arms on the edge of the pool and watched as l turned away from her gather our clothes and lay them out on a chair. After setting our things down, I walked to the edge of the pool, spread a towel out and sat on the edge with my feet dangling in the water. Sharon hopped out of the pool, spread out another towel and sat beside me.
I turned toward Sharon and pulled her to me. Our mouths met in a sensuous kiss. All I wanted to do was make love to her. After a few minutes, Sharon moved over on top of me with her legs straddling mine. She positioned herself so that her pussy was directly on my mound. Her hands traveled up and down my body, teasing my nipples. I looked up and couldn’t believe her radiant beauty; the light accentuated her body and I was enthralled. I could feel her pussy against mine. I slid my hands around her back pulling her pussy against mine. “So, what does the birthday girl want on her special day?” Sharon never verbally answered my question, instead hips began moving forwards and backwards, causing her slit to slide against my mound. She leaned down leaned down and began kissing my neck with more than just a light peck. With each grind against my pussy and kiss on my neck, my moans started becoming slightly louder.
As Sharon was riding my pussy, she began down the road of arousal. With each pass her pussy made over my mound a heavy breath and moan escaped her throat. As this began, I slid my right hand from her cheek. My fingertips softly traced up and down the back of her thigh, until my fingers found her slit. My hand was positioned so that I could tease both her slit and her rosebud. I let my finger tease her slit and then slide back to tease penetrating her bud. Sharon grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back in response to me playing with her bum. Her action never slowed me down. I raised my eyes, looking up at the expressions that were crossing her face.
I removed my hand from behind Sharon and slipped it between our pussies, lifting her off me. My palm caressed her pussy, and I began to let my fingers work her over. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and a low deep groan filled the air. Sharon began to grind again. But now, with each stroke my fingers went deeper inside her and my hand ground against my pussy. Sharon let herself down onto my chest, still grinding against my hand. She propped herself on her elbows and began to kiss and bite my neck. I could feel her biting and sucking, and I realized she was marking me. I leaned into her mouth, her kissing and nipping my neck and ear really began to affect me. I loved that she wanted me. I began to slowly start sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. The sounds of her moans are louder, more seductive and are making more excited.
I curled my fingers up inside her, pushing my fingertips firmly against her g-spot and listened as her moans became deeper and more desperate. Her hips are moving faster now indicating she’s heading for her orgasm. Her moans begin to sound like pants and I know that I’ve hit a good spot. I start working my fingers in and out of her, keeping them curled to stimulate her g-spot with each movement. She ground hard against me, and I felt my pussy begin to spasm, juices were running down my crack and soaking my thighs.
Sharon’s breathing intensified; I felt her hand reach down and grab my tits. Her fingertips dug into my flesh as her body began to react to the stimulation of her pussy. Her hips were working hard and my body began to let go. That familiar feeling of falling as my orgasm began to wash over me. Sharon’s nails bit into my tits and her pussy tightened up around my fingers, but she kept grinding never missing a beat. Suddenly my legs began to shake as my orgasm exploded and Sharon gave out a deep guttural cry as she collapsed onto me, her body stiff. As soon as our orgasm subsided, I looked into her eyes and kissed her softly.
“Happy Birthday.”
Sharon walked out of the bathroom and gasped, “Holy shit Ellen!” She had never seen me with make-up on before, let alone all dressed up to go to a party. I looked in a mirror, giggling to myself about her reaction. I looked myself up and down in the mirror, all 5’9”. I cupped my 33A breasts and admired how they looked in the tight-fitting top, pushed up and showing as much cleavage as I could. Then I spun around and looked at my tiny butt pushing against the dress, just barely concealing it, the thong was just visible giving me a sexy attitude. I giggled again as I turned back around to check my hair and make-up. My hair was slightly wavy and had a sexy messed up look. I began to apply some lip gloss and realized how much my eyes were brought out by the yellow dress and Sharon’s makeup.
Then Sharon appears in my doorway. She has pushed her hair up showing off her neck. She chose a white backless halter dress: spaghetti straps tie around her neck, and she spun around to show me that the back plunges so deep the dimples above her bum are visible. She’s wearing nothing underneath; her dark nipples are on full display and very erect. She tossed a light scarf around her shoulders and off we went. I was already in a code red stage of arousal and didn’t know how I was going to get through the night with my young sexpot lawyer (or whether she would even end up coming home with me)!
Over a wonderful dinner, I could tell Sharon was troubled by something. I took her hand and just said “Tell me.” “I really don’t know if we should be doing this; I am the one who is going to get in trouble.” I knew where she was coming from; there were rampant stories about partners hitting on young associates and it’s most often the associate that pays the price. “Sharon, I didn’t plan this weekend as a one-night stand, to cast you off on Monday and let you suffer the slings and arrows for this weekend. I’m willing to be in this for the long haul if you want to give it a try. Think about it and let’s have a nice weekend.”
By the time we finished dinner we could hear that the night club is already in full swing. Sharon and I found two seats at the end of the bar and ordered champagne. “Here’s to us!” I offered as a toast. Sharon smiled and clinked glasses. We were chit-chatting about stuff; she was excited about her new career and how proud her parents were for her. “I would like to meet them” I whispered. “That could be a problem, because they would simply love you and the fact that you came with me!” Sharon laughed. “I would like that, though.”
Then some strapping blonde came up and asked Sharon to dance. She looked at me and I nodded and off the two of them went. “What luck” I thought to myself “from meeting her parents to her being led away by a blonde siren.”
I watched her and the blonde on the dance floor. The blonde was pulling Sharon closer and closer. One side of my brain watched this attractive woman dancing with a gorgeous blonde; the other side of my brain said, “if you want Sharon to go home with you, you better do something.” I got up and worked my way toward Sharon, trying to be casual and pretend to be dancing with whoever just happens to be there. Finally, I knew she was right behind me and I turned to face her back and let the back of my hand slides across her back and down inside her dress.
As soon as my hand touches her, she turns around. “Oh my God Ellen, I’m so sor….” trying to avoid drama. I cut her off mid-apology, “Don’t worry about it …” She turned to the siren and introduced me “Elaine, this is Ellen, my girlfriend,” and the siren disappeared. I smiled and pulled Sharon close. She whispered, “I thought about what you said over dinner, and to be honest I have been thinking about you since the day of our interview and I just don’t want to fuck up my career.” We continued dancing. Several times we were facing one another, I got caught looking her up and down; but she just smiled and giggled and kept moving. Then the last time, I looked up at her eyes and realized that her eyes were looking at the rest of me. As soon as her eyes looked up, she knew she had been the one caught this time. I said we should finish our champagne. Sharon took my hand and led me back to the bar.
“Happy Birthday!” I toasted her as we finished our champagne. “I would like to spend some time tonight alone with you. Can we get out of here?”
It was just a short walk back to my house. Sharon took my hand as we walked. When we got to my house, I opened the door and let Sharon go inside first. She walks through the place straight out to the pool and gardens. I follow along behind, smiling, watching her hips causing her skirt to sway back and forth with each step. I stood next to a lounge chair and took off my shawl. Sharon made her way over to the pool, got down on one knee to test the temperature of the water, trying not to flash what little her skirt doesn’t hide. Although her attempt to conceal her butt was significant, a breeze kicked up and her dress flew up exposing her naked bottom.
Smiling to myself, I said, “Nice view!”
Sharon looked over her shoulder, “What are you looking at my ass for anyway?”
I replied giggling, “It’s not the first time I’ve looked at it tonight, just the first time I was able to see it.”
After Sharon had tested the water, she seemed excited and wanted to go swimming. I was eager to know what she had planned on going swimming in considering she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. She stood up, untied the straps around her neck and let her dress fall into a puddle at her feet.
I smiled and asked, “Are you planning on going skinny dipping in my pool?” Sharon turned and walked over towards me. She reached for the side zipper of my dress and began to slowly unzip me. After I was unzipped, Sharon reached back up and slip the shoulder strap off my shoulder. Looking me in the eye, she let go of the straps and my dress fell to my feet, leaving me naked but for my thong. She reached up and cupped my breasts when I didn’t try to hide them. As she took a hold of my breasts, she pressed hers up against me, like she was trying to hide them. I reached down and slide my hands over her behind ass for the second time, dragging my nails lightly along her bare cheeks.
I continued to knead her cheeks, sighing as her hands played with my breasts. As my fingers work against her cheeks, I hear a soft muffled moan. I lean over slowly, just barely pressing my lips against her neck. As soon as I do this, her hands stop moving against my breasts. I’m afraid I’ve screwed up and leaned, looking to see if I’ve done something wrong. As I was looking down into her eyes, she moved her hands off my breasts and down to the top of my thong and slipped a hand inside. I softly moaned as a finger found my slit and began to trace it up and down.
Sharon dropped down onto her knees. Her face is eye level with my pussy. She reached with a hand and began to trace my slit through the fabric of my thong. Her other hand softly massaged my stomach. Then her fingertips found the waistband of my thong and she pulled it slowly downward, at mid- thigh she leaned in and ran her tongue over my slit. Then my thong slid down my legs and off and I stood there naked, with my crotch right next to her face. I watched as Sharon looked at it closely and softly cupped moist crotch in the palm of her hand, sliding her thumb back and forth over my lips, then leaned forward and pressing her lips against my soft mound.
Once again, there is a muffled moan coming from deep inside me as her fingertips slid back and forth, barely pressing against my pussy. Suddenly, she pulled away and jumped into the pool, popping back up above the water giggling. She placed her arms on the edge of the pool and watched as l turned away from her gather our clothes and lay them out on a chair. After setting our things down, I walked to the edge of the pool, spread a towel out and sat on the edge with my feet dangling in the water. Sharon hopped out of the pool, spread out another towel and sat beside me.
I turned toward Sharon and pulled her to me. Our mouths met in a sensuous kiss. All I wanted to do was make love to her. After a few minutes, Sharon moved over on top of me with her legs straddling mine. She positioned herself so that her pussy was directly on my mound. Her hands traveled up and down my body, teasing my nipples. I looked up and couldn’t believe her radiant beauty; the light accentuated her body and I was enthralled. I could feel her pussy against mine. I slid my hands around her back pulling her pussy against mine. “So, what does the birthday girl want on her special day?” Sharon never verbally answered my question, instead hips began moving forwards and backwards, causing her slit to slide against my mound. She leaned down leaned down and began kissing my neck with more than just a light peck. With each grind against my pussy and kiss on my neck, my moans started becoming slightly louder.
As Sharon was riding my pussy, she began down the road of arousal. With each pass her pussy made over my mound a heavy breath and moan escaped her throat. As this began, I slid my right hand from her cheek. My fingertips softly traced up and down the back of her thigh, until my fingers found her slit. My hand was positioned so that I could tease both her slit and her rosebud. I let my finger tease her slit and then slide back to tease penetrating her bud. Sharon grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back in response to me playing with her bum. Her action never slowed me down. I raised my eyes, looking up at the expressions that were crossing her face.
I removed my hand from behind Sharon and slipped it between our pussies, lifting her off me. My palm caressed her pussy, and I began to let my fingers work her over. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and a low deep groan filled the air. Sharon began to grind again. But now, with each stroke my fingers went deeper inside her and my hand ground against my pussy. Sharon let herself down onto my chest, still grinding against my hand. She propped herself on her elbows and began to kiss and bite my neck. I could feel her biting and sucking, and I realized she was marking me. I leaned into her mouth, her kissing and nipping my neck and ear really began to affect me. I loved that she wanted me. I began to slowly start sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. The sounds of her moans are louder, more seductive and are making more excited.
I curled my fingers up inside her, pushing my fingertips firmly against her g-spot and listened as her moans became deeper and more desperate. Her hips are moving faster now indicating she’s heading for her orgasm. Her moans begin to sound like pants and I know that I’ve hit a good spot. I start working my fingers in and out of her, keeping them curled to stimulate her g-spot with each movement. She ground hard against me, and I felt my pussy begin to spasm, juices were running down my crack and soaking my thighs.
Sharon’s breathing intensified; I felt her hand reach down and grab my tits. Her fingertips dug into my flesh as her body began to react to the stimulation of her pussy. Her hips were working hard and my body began to let go. That familiar feeling of falling as my orgasm began to wash over me. Sharon’s nails bit into my tits and her pussy tightened up around my fingers, but she kept grinding never missing a beat. Suddenly my legs began to shake as my orgasm exploded and Sharon gave out a deep guttural cry as she collapsed onto me, her body stiff. As soon as our orgasm subsided, I looked into her eyes and kissed her softly.
“Happy Birthday.”
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