My Birthday Gift Part 2

That last hour of work was hellish and I love my job. Rob (my ex fiance), left and said he would return for me in an hour. I surveyed what needed to be done before the end of my shift and got to work. In one hour, there he was, leaning against one of the pillars in the casino outside the theater doors. He had that chesire cat grin that let me know that this was going to be quite the adventure and my favorite birthday gift by far.

“So… you ready?” He asked as we walked toward the hotel elevators. I smiled just thinking about how long I have wanted him and how long I have waited for a good birthday. I have wanted him for 21 years and waited for a memorable birthday for 35 years. This was to be the pinnacle of both at last.

In the elevator, he gently blindfolded me with a silk scarf that smelled lightly of his cologne since he probably had it tucked in his shirt. I inhaled and smiled thinking of the little time we had together before life made us part. That doesn’t matter now since he is here with me and that is all that matters.

We get to a door where he tells me to wait here. He unlocks the door, goes in and as the door closes in front of me I get a whiff of the calla lilies. They smell so sweet. He opens the door again and puts one hand behind my back and the other sweeps my feet off the floor as he carries me inside.

He places me on the bed, removes the scarf and gently kisses me on the lips. “Happy Birthday, love. I am sorry it took this long.” I grab him and kiss him deeply since it has been 16 years since our last kiss. In the room, there are two massage tables set up and there is a knock at the door. I look at him confused thinking that we would be alone. He opens the door as the massage therapists enter. I am given a robe and asked to strip. I go in the bathroom and he follows me with his robe.

To my surprise, he starts to take my clothes away. Touching me all over, I am so wet. He likes to torture me though. I reach down because I know he is hard. I kneel down and decide two can play this game. I take his cock deep down my throat and swallow. Everything closes around his cock and he moans. They can hear us outside which is turning me on more.

We put on our robes, go outside and lay on our stomachs for the massage. The male starts to massage me and the female massages him. I am jealous. I have not waited 16 years to watch someone else touch the man I want and love. Then the massage therapists turn to us and start to show us how to massage each other. This, I like. They show us Tantric specialties that will help him last longer. It is all in the focus. They leave and we explore each other more. I massage his cock and lick his balls working my way back to his ass. Only a secure guy who trusts you will allow a woman to venture there. I have his trust. He moans as I massage the outer area and gasps when I slip a finger in. This will make it really hard for him not to shoot off so I kiss him to distract him.

I pull the finger out and go for the bag again. I notice there are strawberries and champagne, chocolate paint and whipped cream. Hmmmm, what will we be doing with that. I search the bag and come out with a smaller butt plug than the one that is still inside me. I suck on it and slip it in his ass. He grabs a strawberry and circles my breast with it. He then pours the champagne and dips the berry in and repeats the circling of the breast followed by licking and sucking of the breast. I am so wet at this point, I want to push him over and straddle him. I know that he won’t allow that so instead, I put the panties back on and hand him the remote and start sucking his cock…