Candlelight flickered around the room and the smell of incense wafted through the air as she submerged herself in the deep claw footed tub. Knowing how special the coming evening was going to be, she was determined to make everything perfect. Pulling the stopper out of the bottle of scent, she carefully counted out the drops. It was very important to get the correct amount. Too much would be overwhelming; not enough would fail to properly entice. Tonight she was wanted to be enticing.

After drying off from her bath she smoothed lotion and oils into her skin, finishing with a light coating of power to make her body touchable. Next came her makeup. For a special night like this her makeup had to be different than the norm. Strong foundation followed by heavy rose blush was topped by a vibrant blue eye shadow that made her hazel eyes take on a turquoise hue. Adding white shadow and heavy liner to her eyes added a stark contrast to her cream colored skin. Turning her head this way and that way, checking her artwork, she snapped the lid shut on the crimson red lipgloss and strolled from the dressing room and into the bedroom.

Naked ,she surveyed her ensemble for the coming festivities. Picking up the first and most important article of clothing that was going to go on her body, she turned and perched on the side of the bed. Letting the silk slide through her fingers she held her stockings up for a cursory inspection. A quick glance at the clock told her she had better get a move on.

Being extremely careful she worked one leg of the stocking into a bunch that opened the toe and inserted her foot. Giving a gentle pull she brought the silk around her heel and up over her ankle. She reached down and adjusted so that the toe was just right and he would be able to see the red toenails peeking through the strap of her shoes.

Putting the other leg in the other stocking and repeating the process she slowly slid the stocking up to her thighs. Standing up she looked in the full length mirror as she pulled the stockings over her thighs to verify the lines of the garters were at that proper height to peek out from underneath her skirt when she walked or bent. Standing there in nothing but her black stockings and garter belt, she twisted and turned in front of the mirror to double check every line and seam. Satisfied that this was the best she could look in her stockings, she reached for the other articles of clothing she would wear.

On top of her black stockings she put on a short white skirt, not a full skirt and not a straight skirt but somewhere in between with just enough swing so that when she moved in the right way he would get a glimpse of her stockings. She had picked a red lace bra to wear because it tended to look a bit tawdry, covering that with a blue silk blouse that she left the top buttons open enough to see the red lace peeking out.

The piece de resistance was her heels. Six inches high with heels a bit thicker than stiletto but not as large as platforms. Slender white straps that lay across the toes and looped around the ankle to buckle on the outside. The straps across the toe so slim that he would easily be able to slide them off of her. Using her fingers to fluff up her hair a bit she knew she was ready. One last look in the mirror confirmed what she already knew. She may look like a tramp on the outside, but that look was going to take her to paradise.

When he came through the door that evening it was with mixed feelings. On the one hand he knew it was a special day and there were probably big plans in the making. On the other hand, it had been a very long and tiring day with tomorrow looking to be about the same.

As with every day, when he came in he placed his briefcase and keys on the stand by the door and proceeded into the kitchen for something cool to drink. Faint music was playing in another part of the house so he assumed that she was getting ready to go out for the evening. When he opened the refrigerator door something dropped in front of him, instinct made him reach out and catch the falling object. Looking down at his hand he saw that he was holding a woman's white stocking. Puzzled he looks towards the dinning room and sees a matching stocking lying over the threshold as if marking a path for him to take.

Reaching the dinning room door he hesitates and then peeks around the doorframe. Surprise widens his eyes at the sight before him. There she was in all her glory, draped across the dinning room table in a extremely seductive pose, with a wicked smile on her lips and her eyes glowing with passion.

"Happy Birthday Gorgeous." she whispered.

She swung her legs around and slid off the table. In doing so her legs rubbed together so he could hear the scratchy sound that the material made for him. Scooting of the edge of the table her skirt worked its way a little up her hip giving him just a glimpse of the top of her stockings before falling back down to cover her. She walked slowly towards him giving him the chance to take in the complete outfit she had assembled especially for this evening and for him.

Standing in front of him she had to lean up for her lips to touch his. Letting her tongue lightly trace his lips she took his hand and guided him to the chair at the head of the table.

Sitting him down and pushing the chair closer to the table she made a few minor adjustments to the tablecloth in front of him. Then in one swift movement, placed her toe on the side of his chair to give her a lift. Swung back on to the table sitting right in what should have been his place setting, with a leg on either side of him, the toes of her shoes lightly balanced on the arms or his chair.

Using her legs she pushed her butt back a bit on the table so she could set his plate between her spread legs. She pushed her skirt down into the vee of her legs to cover her exposed crotch, not ready to use that enticement on him yet. She had been very careful to choose foods that he enjoyed and also that they were finger foods so that no utensils were needed. Chunks of fruits and veggies and a delightfully seasoned meat dish were all sectioned for use with the fingers.

First she fed him tidbits with her fingers and then she straightened one leg and started placing little bites on her leg so that he could nibble them off of her . This turned out to be more difficult than she has pictured it because each time his lips picked up one of the treats the contact with her skin would send sensual shivers through her body.

Higher and higher on her thigh she would place first one bite and then another until her legs were trembling so bad the food would no longer stay on. She knew that more than once his tongue teased on the inside of her thigh as he was removing the food.|

"Do you like your birthday dinner?" she purred.

"Yummy!" was his reply.

"Do you like my stockings?" she ask.

"Ummmmhmmmmm!" he mumbled

"Would you like to kiss my stockings?"

"Would you like to suck my stockings?"

"Would you like to suck my pussy above my stockings?" each question was as in a slow soft and seductive tone as she leaned forward placing her hands on her ankles, sliding them slowly up her legs grazing her nails lightly on them to make them sound scratchy. She could see the bulge in his trousers and smiled.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

She removed his shirt and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Hooking the straps of her shoes on the corners of the chair she slipped them off and they thudded to the floor. Taking her stocking clad feet she placed them in his lap and rubbed her feet against his erection. Scooting her rear to the edge of the table she places her feet firm on the arms of the chair and shoves his chair back away from the table with him in it.

Doing so spreads her legs wide enough and lifts her skirt so that he gets a clear view of the lace garter belt she is wearing. He notices the damp spot in the middle and knows she is as hot for him as he is for her.

Going down on her knees she removes his shoes and then his trousers. The delight visible in her eyes as he springs forth from the confinement. Unable to resist, when she gets his pants to his knees she leans forward, flattens her tongue and licks the head of his erection. Discarding the remainder of his clothing she focuses her attention on removing a few of her own. Her blouse and skirt join the heap of clothing now growing on the floor and she turns her hips a bit to the side to give him a better view of her stocking encased thighs.
Being in no hurry she lets her fingers trace a path up and down his chest. From her position on her knees in front of him she wedges herself in the apex of his thighs and lets her body press up against him. Her waist pressed against his arousal and the lace of her bra against his navel. Placing small kisses on his chest and playing in the hair there she searches out his nipple and lets her tongue tease around it. Gently flicking the nub and feeling it harden in her mouth.

Like following a path to paradise her mouth works it way down his stomach to his very hard cock. Taking her time she licks around the head and up and down the shaft. Her hand cups his sack and is soon met by her mouth as she sucks first one ball and then the other into her mouth. Licking and nibbling back up his cock her lips part and then descend down him until they are almost to the base of him. Feeling him touch the back of her throat she gives a firm suck from base to head.

Soon her mouth is working up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking his cock as it plunges in and out of her mouth. Feeling his hand go into her hair and start to move her head faster making her suck even harder. His hardness fills her mouth so full and the pulse and throb matches the beat of her heart.
She could not seem to get close enough to him. Tearing her mouth away from him she stands and lets her hips rest back against the table. Reaching behind her back she unclasps her bra and tosses it away. Extending both hands in supplication to him, he takes her hands and rises from the chair.

With an almost forceful tug she pulls him against her until his body is smashed up against hers. Her nipples pressed just above his navel she can feel his hard cock at the juncture of her thighs. Pulling and wiggling his hips and her legs she maneuvers his cock until it is buried in the crotch of her panties and rubbing on her clit. The juice of her excitement pouring through her panties and onto his shaft coating it as it slides back and forth in the tunnel of silk and flesh. Her head tilts back and his lips descend on her, tongues dueling as they meet each other thrust for thrust. Impatiently he rips the panties off and thrust himself inside her.

She has to break the kiss just to catch her breath. Each stroke of his shaft deep inside her sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Knowing there is no way she can last as long as he, she surrenders to the sensations flooding through her. With a deeply rooted feminine instinct she wraps herself about him and moves her body to match his frantic rhythm. Face pressed against his chest, fingers sliding down his long smooth back, kneading his buttocks. Within her own body she feels a tingling tenseness that builds with unbelievable intensity, until cresting, it burst over like a giant wave lifting her high and dashing her down into a swirling turmoil of desire. Over and over again her body shudders with the force of her orgasm.

Thinking the pleasure can not get anymore intense she is taken by surprise when she feels him stiffen and thrust hard against her, the hot liquid of his passion burst into her sending fresh waves of desire over her. Behind closed eyelids the world explodes into a rainbow of shattered glass with an orgasm so great she believes that heaven is about to overtake her. She screams his name. His arms tightening around her as hers around him, pulling so close you can not tell where he ends and she begins.

Neither one of them willing to let go as the feelings that bombard them start to recede. The silence of the room interrupted only by their heavy breathing. She looks up at him with her face aglow with the flush of passion and smiles.

"Happy Birthday My Darling". " I love you.""Thank you My Love." he replies and gives her a light kiss.

Taking his hand she leads him down the hall to their bedroom door. With a flick of her wrist she turns on the bedroom light revealing a bed covered in hose and stockings of every color and texture imaginable. A wicked grin crosses his face as he wraps his arms around her and squeezes her until she squeals. Now knowing the night has just begun and this birthday was only going to get better.

07/22/00