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A Birthday Story
"Sorry, Mom, to miss your birthday, but I really, really want to go to
visit David's parents this weekend,
you understand, don't you? And I will have a stopover at the airport
and we can have a quick chat??? Say
you forgive me, OK"
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Jenny, since when is my birthday a big deal --
and it gets so I want it to be less and
less of a big deal. A quick brat at the airport will do me fine. You
have a good time sweetheart! I'll just
stay here at home waiting 'til you call again. Just your dear shut in
Mom!" she pouted, putting a slight
whine in her voice, then laughing her staccato laugh. She new that her
daughter was to the age when
she was having more and more of her own life and that even holidays
would soon not be so sacred as
they had been in the past. And it was OK, but it is fair to mourn the
passing of those salad days just a
little bit. Allie paused a moment to reflect on that -- then smiled at
her daughter's happiness and
excitement for being off on another adventure.
And so she found herself on a late Thursday morning pulling into the
parking deck at Milwaukee Airport
and striding down the concourse toward gate 42 to pick up Jenny and her
friend David stopping over for an
hour or so. Just time for one of those vitriolic Milwaukee Bratwursts
her friend Finch Hatton had warned
against. She smiled at the thought of dear old Finch, who can get
excited and animated over the
disappointment of the quality of a Brat and make it funny. "Luckily, he
has the good taste to think I'm
perfect," she found herself giggling to herself at her own little
joke. "Though he does say that often
enough, so why shouldn't I take credit?" And so she stood smilingly
waiting for Jenny to get off the plane.
Across the hall in Gate 41, Finch Hatton stared at her as she strode
confidently into view, her long stride
and athlete's carriage giving her a look of confidence and an air of
bubbly enthusiasm. "Has a cute tush,
too." he thought. He leaned against a post and just watched, not
wanting to announce the coincidence of
their being here at the same moment just yet.
She had come from work, looking trim in her black slacks and an
expensive looking ski jacket, now
thrown over her arm, exposing a pink sweater, fitted close but not tight
over the perky breasts he loved
to admire, one hand on hip, pointing her toe, tapping it idly from the
medium heel of her shoe. Her hair
appointment would not be until Friday when she took care of the whole
works, tennis, massage, hair
appointment. So today, she had that wonderful sort of "pulled through a
hedge backward" casualness that
Finch happened to like. "Well, she keeps saying that I always say I
think she is perfect in every way -
though I can't recall ever actually saying it," he mused. "Maybe I do
think she's perfect!?" he shrugged.
She had engaged a stranger in conversation now, hands flailing in a
stunning way, that quick smile winning
him over immediately (sure, has to be a man!!) he thought. He watched
and admired her as she idly
strode over to watch the plane nosing close to the door now,
anticipating seeing her daughter and
friend. Allie moved to the end of the long gateway stretching to see
above the others waiting as the
passengers came off the plane.
The cell phone buzzed in his pocket, and Finch started across the wide
hallway, flipping it open. "Finch
Hatton" he muttered into the phone, "Oh, yes, hi, hold on a minute
will you?" His arm slipped around
Allie's waist and she startled slightly from her tip toe position, neck
craned down the gateway. "Good
God, Finch, what are you doing here? she laughed. I'm waiting for
"Yes, I know"
"Waiting for Jenny - she just has an hour here, then off on a toot,
......... what do you mean 'you know?'
how could you know you silly goose?" Her nose wrinkled as her big brown
eyes crinkled at him
quizzically. She resumed her gawking down the runway over his
"I have her."
"Oh, Finch, move out of the way, I want to see her! ............
"I have her, ....... here on the phone."
Now her quizzical look turned to a frown as she took the phone and said
" ....hel .. lo? .........JENNY,
WHERE ARE YOU?'
Allie listened. Finch Hatton stared off into space affecting an air of
"I can't do that. I've got the store to ..... You mean you arranged
all this? WELL, you must have helped
him, then." she started to smile again inspite of herself. " How can I
go off, no clothes, ...you should see
my hair!!!! I'm not going anyplace but home!"
"We have to get going, they're calling for boarding First Class." Finch
urged her, smiling at the same time
as his hand under her arm touched the softness of her breast.
"Finch, are you nuts!?"
"Don't use exclamation points, dear when you ask a question. Happy
Birthday, come along, now."
I can't go anyplace with your "Goodbye, Jenny, you traitor! Yes, I'll
see you soon. Yes, I'll be careful. No, I
won't. Yes, I will. No, not that either!. I said I'm not going
anyway, so how can I get into all that
trouble? Quit worrying and study, .......... I don't want to pay
another semester for you to graduate.
This is costing you a fortune, hang up now. ........ OK, love you too.
I'll let you know, don't worry.
BYE!!" "Now Finch, what are we doing? I can't go! I have things to
' All taken care of, sweetest, all taken care of. Everyone has been
called. Bonnie is taking care of the
house. Come along, now hurry."
"Oh, by goddddddddd! Look at me, what will I wear?"
They were soon on the plane, First Class so a drink came immediately.
So at least Finch was beginning to
laugh a little. Allie was limited to complaining about the strange
aftertaste that diet Pepsi has. The
plane headed for Toronto and a couple days of celebration.
The Four Seasons is a nice hotel. Wonderful 19th century setting in the
restaurant, beautiful rooms. They
had landed in a light snow storm and the ride into the middle of Toronto
was through a quiet winter
wonderland scene. Allie took the bag he had brought for her to see what
on earth she would have to
wear to dinner. She dreaded what combinations he might have come up
with. -- You never know,
could be OK, but with no accessories or it could by early Frederich's of
Hollywood -- can't tell with a
man in charge of such things!!. Bonnie must have helped, she decided,
but who had gone to Victoria's
Secret, she wondered?
Dinner for two near a window overlooking the city scene, off to the side
enough to be cozy. Finch had
ordered Rack of Lamb for two. It was succulent and tasty. A robust ,
sweet flavor with a very nice mint
sauce someone had done such a nice job on. The juices of the meat were
in heavy supply and their lips
were coated and glistening as they ate heartily.
"Mmmmnnnhh! This reminds me of you, you know!" Finch grinned wickedly,
the meat juices glistening on
his chops. "You always taste so good and are moist and tender like
"Finch, you are so evil, I can't believe it." Allie pressed her knee
against his and reached for a kiss.
They were seated side by side in a sort of booth arrangement. She felt
his hand on her knee, squeezing
"What, do you think, now? Good idea, or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I love it. And I have almost come down to earth. I'm
going to forget all those things and
just make you pamper me and take care of me and let me do everything I
want to and run up a huge
charge account bill on your card!" another kiss, lingering this time,
as their tongues met, requiring a
little longer to enjoy and savour. "mmmmmnnn" she muttered. "Love
Finch Hatton could feel the warmth of her leg against his and he enjoyed
the feel of her nylon over her
knee. He glanced, then stared down at her breasts, longing for her now.
her hand joined his and pressed both between her knees. I don't need
coffee, do you darling?" she
whispered in his ear, finding time to slip the tip of her tongue out to
touch his ear. "And I want me to be
your dessert!" she said, holding him tighter.
"WAITER!" Finch realized he had spoken too loud and grinned guiltily.
"Wow, I don't have to hit you in the head with a brick, do I," she
Their clothes came off in a long stream of tugging and tearing at each
other as they entered the room.
"I'll just be a moment" She padded away from the bed and Finch watched
appreciatively as her pantied
hips swayed across the room. A very pretty sight which never ceased to
please and excite him. The
garter belt and stockings -- it had been him at Victoria's Secret
-- made her look sweet but with just a
hint of the tart in her. --- "Type casting," he thought to himself.
She joined him at the window, leaning close to him as they watched
silently as the snow blanketed the
Allie touched his hardness, now obvious even in the dim light. He
turned to her and pressed her close
as their lips met and his hands found the roundness of her bottom,
pressing her against him as she joined
him in squirming slightly to enhance the pleasure of feeling each
other's body. His hands slipped under
her panties now, fondling her bottom, slipping his hand lightly --
tickling the cleavage of her tush,
sucking in the pleasure of the feel of her softness.
Her leg was between his now and he felt her straddle his thigh, pressing
the flatness below her mound
against him. Their tongues played gently ...... standing there together
....... enjoying the silence ......
reveling in their joined breath ........ the familiar taste of each
other ............ the excitement of being
together off from the world ........ here high above the city .........
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, touching the curls of
her mound, exploring, combing it
with his fingers, slipping over it, cupping it protectively and
lovingly. Then to touch the parted lips of
her pussy, so soft and inviting. He found her moistness ...........
Picking her up as she relaxed against him, he carried her to bed, their
kissing continuing until he dropped
her the last six inches onto the bed. "Ooops."
Allie lay back on the bed, her feet still on the floor as he parted her
knees and kissed his way from the
back of her knee along the nylon of her thighs to the silkiness of her
mound with his kisses and darting
tongue. "Oh, darling,....... nice." she muttered as his tongue found
the hard nub of her clitoris now
standing out for him to kiss and suck and gently nibble.
" I told you you taste nice ........ I was quite right , you know."
Finch spoke softly, then continued his
loving, making her squirm under his inventive tongue. Allie only
smiled as her head rolled from side
to side in pleasure.
"Oh, Finch come up here! Please! I really want you! Now, too!"
Finch slipped her panties down as she raised her hips, then took them
off her long legs.
Allie pushed back to make room for him, spreading her legs as she moved,
inviting him into her. She
guided him now, her hand on his cock.
Finch touched her clit, then slipped down the wetness of her lips and
she positioned him at the entrance
of her cunt. He felt her tugging, urging him into her. Felt the head
of his cock slip past the initial
tightness, parting her, spreading her, loving her, fondling her. As he
contentedly slipped deeper and
deeper into her, the warmth, the heat, the pleasure brought a glowing
feeling to him.
Allie pulled him into her, then let her hand stay there as Finch's
length found her, she fondled his shaft
slipping between her fingers, slipping past the sensitive lips of her
pussy, then pressed the curly hair at
the base of his cock against her for the first touch. She drew her hand
out slowly, letting him touch her
mound with his, letting their happy juices, happy bodies, fondle and
play together, as Finch began to
stroke in and out of her with the gentle power that he managed to
convey. She felt him reach to touch
her breast, supporting his weight on the other hand. Just touching her
nipple for the delightful
reassurance it gave him. Touching her breast and holding it as Allie
felt the two sensation meet in her
stomach, the caress of her breast and the caress of his cock deep in her
cunt. They moved together
now, as she began to take hold of him, fondling him with her tightness,
trying to squeeze more on his
invading shaft, his lovely hard, thick shaft piercing her, but with a
gentleness which filled her longing,
filled her entirely.
She felt her orgasm coming now, from deep inside her, building,
tightening her as she clasped him to her
body, as she rode his body, her legs locked behind his hips, thrusting
up as he thrust into her, until the
feel of him, the slamming of their bodies together, brought her to a
thrashing, wild, tossing orgasm, then
let her down into a desire to squeeze him between her legs. She felt
his tension build and recovered to
urge him into her, to urge him to climax. She felt him spurt into her
once, twice, three times, then
more rapid thrusting as a fourth spurt felt like it drenched her. She
hugged him as he slumped against
her, quiet and spent now. His hands found her breasts. "You're a
wonderful lover, you know." It wasn't
clear which of them said it.
Finch Hatton through open the Dr*pes, letting the morning night stream
in, waking Allie from a very
"Hey! Who turned on the lights!" she complained lightly, smelling the
coffee he had ordered for her.
"It's still snowing, Al, they say all flights are cancelled. "We may
be trapped here for days! Happy
His arms surrounded her and she leaned back against him, contemplating
their fate with a smile over the sip of coffee.
End of Story