Free Erotic Stories

A Birthday Story

"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 shoulder."

"I have her."

"Oh, Finch, move out of the way, I want to see her! ............

What? What?"

"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 nonchalance.

"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 do!"

' 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 this!"

"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 gently.

"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 you."

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 smiled.

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 city.

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 .........

away.

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 Drapes, letting the morning night stream in, waking Allie from a very pleasant dream.

"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 Birthday!"

His arms surrounded her and she leaned back against him, contemplating their fate with a smile over the sip of coffee.