Birthday Dinner....

The snow was falling lightly as the car drove down the street. The tires made a sort of crunching sound on the snow as the rolled along. "Sad that I can actually hear the tires." she thought to herself. "Been married all these years and he has nothing to talk about except that stupid farming game. Oh well, I guess this is how life goes." She turned and looked at her husband, who simply looked ahead with that same blank look she had been seeing for many years. She slowly slid her skirt up revealing her shapely legs and cleared her throat, hoping to catch his attention, but nothing. She turns slightly sideways in her seat, allowing the seat belt pull firmly between her breasts, wondering if he would notice. "We'll be there in a minute, stop fidgeting." was the only response. She straightened herself up and softly sighed. "Same old restaurant, what a surprise, some birthday this is." she thought as he steered the car into the parking lot and found a space. "Why are you parking way back here?" she asked. "So no one dings the car with their door." he replied as he got out of the car and shut his door. He walked to the front of the car and simply stood there. She waited, he just turned and looked at her and said "You coming?" With a slight roll of her eyes she thought "I WISH." then she reached for the door handle and found it wasn't there. The door was already being opened. There, holding her door open was a very familiar looking man. A tall, blond haired, blue eyed ruggedly refined looking man. "Allow me to assist you ma'am?" he asked with a strong southern drawl as he offered his large hand to her. She cautiously placed her hand in his suddenly realizing her hands looked very tiny in his. "Than you." she said as he gently closed her hand in his and helped her rise from her seat. "Be careful, there's some ice on the ground there." he cautioned. She looked into his eyes briefly, and thought "How do I know this man? I know him from some where. I am certain of it." Perhaps it was being lost in thought or just the poor placement of her foot, but as she stepped away from this handsome stranger, she felt her feet leave her. Suddenly, she felt the strong arms of the polite southern man under her arms, narrowly saving her from a painful collision with the cold concrete. "You OK?" he asked. "Yes" she replied "thank you again." "My pleasure, ma'am." he offered in that southern accent. She looked at her husband wondering why was just standing there with his hands in his pockets. Then, as this handsome stranger placed his arm across the small of her back and took her hand into his, he walked her to her husband. As they walked those few steps, she could feel a strong gentleness in his touch. She could also feel a bit of moisture developing in her red lace panties. "Y'all have a pleasant evening." he said and then turned to walk toward the Mexican restaurant with which she was so very familiar. "Wow! Real men DO exist still." she thought as she walked along side her husband, who still had his hands in his pockets.   They reached the door and once again, she found it was opened by this delicious stranger. Hands in his pockets, her husband walked in before her. A look of disgust came over her face. "There you are ma'am." the kind man said as she passed through the door. She looked at him and smiled, as she had a brief thought of maybe falling again.   "Sir, your table is ready." the hostess informed the gentleman and led him away. "I wanna go with him!" she screamed out inside her own mind as he walked away. Then he glanced back at her and gently smiled with a nod.. "Oh my God, did I say that out loud?" she wondered as she quickly looked toward her husband who stood there silently. Clearly she had not said anything out loud, but couldn't help but wonder if somehow the man HAD heard her. With a start, she realized that her husband was walking toward an empty table and being led by the hostess. She quickly caught up to them and took a seat at the table.   "Margarita, strong, and keep them coming." she instructed the waiter as he walked up to the table. "Keystone light" her husband ordered. "I'll have the enchilada platter and she will have the fajita salad." he continued. "Even the same order every single time." she quietly mused to herself. Then, as she glanced around the room, she saw him. The delightful man who kept opening doors for her. Almost instantly she felt herself moisten again. "Jesus, he isn't even touching me and I'm getting wet?" she pondered. He grinned as he caught her stare causing her to blush. She casually shifted in her seat to see who the lucky lady was to be with this man. With a bit of surprise, she noticed he was seated alone.   "Oh great, more boring office stories" she thought as her husband began to talk. The stories were always the same, "So and so did this, I suggested that, I saved the company this much money.........." same old stuff, but she just smiles and gives her best 'interested' look for him. "How did it get like this?" she wondered as he went on talking. "I was the center of his world when we were dating and now, I'm just in it. Where did I go wrong? Sexy little lacy things, suggestive touches, and nothing. When I do get a response, it's 'Bing bang done' and I'm left messy and STILL unsatisfied." Then something caught her eye. The waiter bringing 'Mr. Sexy' his steak. "Steak? In a Mexican place?" she thought, "Guess those southern boys really like steak." she giggled to herself, looking away before he caught her again.   Their food came, it was bland as always. Margaritas kept coming. They ate their meal in silence, only other peoples conversations could be heard, as always. Just then she noticed 'Mr. Sexy' stand up from his table and walk toward the restrooms. "Excuse me dear." she said as she rose from her seat. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To the ladies room, drinks are catching up to me." she claimed, hoping he would believe it.  He simply rolled his eyes. She walked away, trying hard not to run, but felt as though she couldn't control herself. Her eyes darted wildly as she went around the corner and found herself standing alone and out of sight of the dinning area. "Where the hell did he go? He was just...." her thought was interrupted by that low, deep, southern drawl "You OK ma'am?" from behind her accompanied by large, firm hands came to rest on her hips. Without turning, she quietly whispered "I am now." She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he pulled her closer. His hands slid slowly around her waist, drawing her firmly into his arms, she felt his chest against her back as he lightly kissed her neck. She put one hand on his hands and the other around the back of his head, pulling his mouth down onto her neck. Gently, she felt his teeth caress and nibble the nape of her neck, around to her back. Softly she moaned. With a gentle nudge, he moved then through an open door that read "manager" on it. It was empty but for the desk and other furnishings. She felt his hands leave her as he shut and locked  the door. She dared not turn around, afraid to find it all a dream. His hands returned on her shoulders this time, massaging them firmly. Then they slid down her back, around her ribs, under her breasts. He cupped them gently at first, then as he began softly biting her neck, his grip strengthened. She could feel her red laced panties beginning to get very wet now. "Oh God this is wonderful!" she thought. With her right hand, she reached to his hip, pulling him into her. She felt the swelling in his pants as it pressed against her buttocks. Her left hand pulled his head onto her neck tighter. His hands slowly slid down her front, past her waist, to the hem of her skirt, under it, discovering the warm wetness. She opened her stance to accommodate them. His large fingers slipped effortlessly past the panties and directly to her clit. With a quiver, she thought "I'm gonna cum right now, at just his touch?" She softly moaned, then whispered "Who are you?" "Michael" was all he said. Then she felt her panties being slid slowly down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them as his hands slid back up her legs, past her thighs, under her shirt, unhooking her bra, then rubbing her now hard nipples. The biting on her neck got harder. He unbuttoned her blouse. It and the bra, he removed them and placed them on the corner of the desk as he moved them to the front of the desk. She braced herself on the desk, clearing away a good portion of the desktop. She pushed hard with her butt against him, feeling his huge, hard cock pressing back. He slid her skirt off, she stepped out of it and he placed it neatly on the desk. "Don't want it dirty." he whispered in her ear. With a quick, precise movement, he turned her to face him and set her gently on the desk. It's cool surface had a strangely erotic sensation. He kissed her passionately on her mouth. His tongue seemed to know exactly where to tickle hers. He kissed his way to her neck, she laid her head back. He continued kissing to her nipples, a few quick nibbles and on down as she laid back onto the desk. He kissed her thighs, his warm breath driving her wild with anticipation. Slowly, his tongue slid between her soft, wet lips. It found her clit and began to slowly flick against it. She could feel he waves of orgasm beginning to well up deep within. His tongue moved faster and harder, she dug her heels into his back. The rough of his tongue began to grind hard against her now tingling clit. "OH GOD, MICHAEL........OH MY GOD!" she softly cried as her hands found the back of his head and pulled him hard into her. His tongue moved wildly now, her hips rocking in motion with him. Her entire body began to shake, growing more and more uncontrollable with every move of his tongue. Her legs tighten as the first wave of orgasm comes into full effect, then quickly overtaken by the second, and then wave after wave keep coming as she is reaches the height of orgasmic pleasure. Her entire body alive with shakes and shudders, then falls limp on the desk, gasping for air. She feels him move away. Looks to see him unfasten his pants. "I hope you're not done yet" she gasps. "No ma'am" He replies in that sexy southern voice of his. He slips his shirt off and lets his pants hit the floor. The outline of his cock now clearly visible through his silky black shorts. Seizing the opportunity, she slips off the desk and bends herself over it, letting the firmness of it press hard against her still hard nipples. He steps up behind her. She feels his now unleashed cock begin to press against the open, waiting, wetness of her pussy. The head begins to enter, she gasps. "Oh my, this is gonna be fucking great!" she thinks to herself as she feels the girth begin to stretch her just right. Deeper and deeper his cock goes, reaching areas never before touched by any man. She feels her eyes open wide as the last few inches are suddenly driven in as she gasps. He pulls her hair back, gently at first, as he begins to rhythmically slide the length of his shaft in and out of her. Slowly, then faster and harder. He pulls her hair back, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, harder and harder. "Oh Michael, I'm gonna cum again." she gasps as the waves of orgasm take over her entire body again. Her body trembles uncontrollably, she pushes hard against him as he drives that huge cock harder and deeper with every long stroke. Her back arches as he pulls her hair just right. Her orgasm, in full strength, grows to a level she has never before felt. He keeps pounding and pounding, her orgasm keeps growing. With one final, hard thrust she feels his steaming hot load slam hard against her inner most walls, causing yet another orgasm. "Happy fucking birthday to me!" she whispers as she slumps lifelessly to the desk.    In almost a panic, she remembers her husband is waiting at the table. Quickly she dresses, as her new friend of considerable talents hands her cloths to her as she is ready for them. As she buttons her blouse, he dresses himself. She whispers "thank you, again" in his ear, kisses him on the lips and dashes to the bathroom to fix her hair and straighten up. "Perfect" she says to herself with one last glance in the mirror. She returns to her waiting husband who doesn't even seem to have missed her. "Everything come out OK?" he chuckles amusing only himself. "Wonderfully" she replies. Seeing he has about finished his meal, she asks "You ready to head home, dear?" "Yeah, I guess so." he responds, never noticing she had hardly eaten. She notices Michael approaching their table just as the check comes. As her husband looks at the bill, Michael slips her a small scrap of paper and walks away with out a word, just a kind look and a gentle smile, and then he is gone. As they walk towards their car, her husband still walking ahead of her, she looks to see what Michael handed her.........a phone number.......