My 25^th  Birthday 

I had been at one of my best friend’s weddings, which also happened to be my 25^th birthday.  It was almost like a class reunion, although I wasn’t much into seeing all my old friends from high school.  I looked nothing like I did then; a divorce, a kid and twenty-five extra pounds didn’t help much.  Don’t get me wrong; I think I look exceptionally hot.  I have long blonde hair, and blue eyes.  I have pouty red heart shaped lips, killer legs and nice 38 C breasts.  As my mirror tells me everyday “I have curves in all the right places”. 

When the reception ended, I was feeling pretty good and decided to head out to the local bar, and celebrate my birthday with my girlfriend Robin.  We made our way to the parking lot, jumped in my BMW and headed North out of the city.  When we arrived at the bar it was jumping.  A beautiful October evening…  The Harley’s were lined up in front of main entrance as we slipped the bouncer our five-dollar entrance fee, and made our way to the bar.  

I felt confident even though I wasn’t thin by any means… My short leather skirt, seamed nylon stockings and leather halter, looked exceptional hot.  The outfit was topped off with knew high black leather five-inch heels.  I made my way towards the band, and ordered a vodka sour, the bar was packed with so many men in leather, I found myself getting super turned on.  

These boys all had it going…  Tight jeans, beautiful long hair, hot leather chaps…. Mmmmmm, I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be grand to have just one. 

Robin and I danced to every song they played…  I drank ever drink bought for me…  To say the least I was feeling no pain by midnight.  I made my way up to the bar for last call, and ordered myself one more before closing time.  As I was standing there waiting from the corner of the bar I could see him…. I turned and our eyes met…  he was beautiful… He had long brown hair, muscular build, and dark eyes…. My kind of man I thought to myself as the bartender handed me my drink.  I stood their starring at him memorized by his looks.  My stockings were instantly damp! 

Robin grabbed me pulling me towards the exit.  All she kept talking about is how she wanted to stop by some Russ’s house before it got to late.  We hoped in my BMW and headed for the back roads.  We arrived at Russ’s house around 12:30 AM and hung out talking and having a beer.  Robin really had the hots for this guy so I was being patient, even though I wanted to go home and to crawl into bed and think about the hottie at the bar, and get myself off with my 9-inch best friend.

We were sitting there chatting away when I heard a motorcycle pull into the garage.  Russ explained that it must be his roommate Bruce. 

Bruce came into the living room and there he was the guy from the bar.  I turned instantly red my knees were weak.  He looked at me and said don’t I know you from the bar?  Robin and Russ just looked at me for an answer. 

“I saw you at the bar”, I said my voice shaking, but I don’t think we know each other.

Bruce smiled and sat down next to on the coach.  He smelled as good as he looked.  The thoughts that were running through my mind were unbelievable.  We sat there making small talk forever.  I wanted so bad to see what was hiding under that leather.  Robin and Russ were like to high school kids on the first date.  Not sure what to do, and neither wanted to make the first move.    

Suddenly Bruce grabbed my hand and said, “I have had enough of this, do you want to go up to my room.”?  I just looked at him.  I had no idea what to say… You couldn’t hear a pin drop, and all eyes were on me.  I sat there starring at him. 

“I am going to take that as a yes”, he said puling me up from the couch.  

Once in his room he wasted no time!  He grabbed me pulling him into me, pushing his swelling member between my legs. 

“God, your beautiful”, he said kissing me deeply. 

I smiled at him, nervous, my crotch dripping in excitement as he reaches for my swollen 38 DD breasts.  I shut my eyes feeling his hands unzip my leather halter, the cool air brushing my hard nipples as they were being exposed, and his hand encircling my nipple until hard…. I moan as his warm tongue lightly licks the outer ridge of my breasts, moving closer and closer to my nipple. 

I felt weak as he slide his hands inside my skirt… The smell of sex filled the air as he slide his hands up and down my stockings.  

“Mmm”, he relied, almost moaning, “You feel so fine, god I love your curves, your breasts… your legs!” 

I closed my eyes as he lowered me to his bed.  The dimly lit room gave off just enough light to make him out.  His long gorgeous silky brown hair that fell to the middle of his back his neatly trimmed beard, his muscular arms and hairy chest.  

I ran my hands through his hair as he removed my halter a drove his face between my swollen breasts.  His warm mouth engulfed them.  He began sucking, biting and squeezing my breasts.  His hands worked there way down my skirt, hiking it up so I was fully exposed. 

My crotch was dripping, and I was on fire.  His hands ravished my body as he pressed his hard swollen member against me. I moaned as he found the wetness between my legs, spreading me open.  

“Oh baby”, I cried as he began moving in rhythm together.  I was on the verge, but as I was ready to release my excitement he would stop, giggling.  Waiting until I was almost there and stopping again. 

“Please”!, I begged 

He stopped spreading my legs as wide as I could get them, as he unzipped his pants and released what had to be ten-inched of pure American male.