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| Dec 31, 2006 @ 12:27 PM |
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pete73052
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Once upon a time, it was your birthday and we decided we would go out for dinner. You were dressed in a stunning, short dress. I was dressed too. We picked a very nice restaurant and when we got there it was rather crowded. But, I'm a good tipper, so we were able to secure a very cozy booth in a fairly dark corner. We ordered wine and a wonderful meal which was cooked to perfection. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed me signaling discretely to the waiter, but you decided not to say anything. "Oh, my gosh" I said, "I've dropped my fork" and I bent down to pick it up. But in a flash, I disappeared under the long tablecloth. You thought to your self that this was a silly thing to do and you looked around but nobody seemed to notice except for one elderly gentleman sitting with his wife at the table across from us - he smiled politely.
As the waiter came and collected the dishes, you felt sure he would notice me, but he didn't. Meanwhile, you could feel my hands moving up your legs and predictably slipping under your dress. You could feel your face becoming flushed. You had to shift your weight slightly but in an instant, your panties were off. You kept looking around the restaurant to see if anyone was paying attention, but other than the elderly gentleman, nobody was the wiser. A little nervous, you decided it would look better if you held your wine glass in your hand and nonchalantly took a sip once in a while. You could feel me sliding your dress up very high. The leather of the booth seat felt exciting. You glanced at the elderly gentleman who was thoroughly enjoying the full view of your naked thigh and part of your buttocks. A busboy came by and collected the used silverware and napkins and replaced them with dessert forks. You felt my hands gently coax you to scoot forward. When you did, the elderly gentleman was rewarded with a better view and when you glanced at him, he again smiled politely.
Gently, I pushed your legs apart, and you could feel my breath on your inner thigh. The roughness of my cheek made you squirm slightly as you could feel my mouth coming closer, kiss by gentle kiss. As you rested on your elbows sipping your wine, you could feel your head tilting back almost uncontrollably. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see several waiters assembling and glancing over at our table. Now my mouth is gently nibbling at your labia. You take a big gulp of wine and it feels warm as it trickles down your throat. You notice the elderly gentleman isn't listening to his wife's conversation but is trying to peek under the tablecloth. My tongue is flicking about teasingly and my lips are nibbling vigorously. The waiters are heading this way. Now I'm on your clitoris, licking long heavy strokes, then nibbling with my lips, then flicking and then stroking again. The elderly gentleman's food has gotten cold and his wife is scolding him. You can feel your face growing more flushed. You dip your hand in your ice water and flick it on your face. My hands have worked their way between you and the seat cushion. You can feel me squeezing your cheeks hard. Long strokes of my tongue now quickening.
The waiters have moved to our table, and just when you expect them to extract me from my hiding place, they place a dessert and candle in front of you. You cannot stop to identify it - it is taking everything you can muster to keep from moaning. You cover your face as if embarrassed by what's about to happen. The waiters begin singing "Happy Birthday to You" - and in the cover of their voices, you softly moan into your napkin. Under the table, I'm pummeling your clitoris with my tongue - I know I've taken you over the edge. I can feel your legs begin to quiver and very slight jerks from your pelvis. Still, I am relentless in my attack, flicking, flicking, flicking. "Happy Birthday to You." Another moan escapes. The elderly gentleman heard this one and is watching your face intently. Now, you feel the first familiar wave of pleasure building up. You push yourself into my mouth. My fingers are kneading your butt cheeks like dough and still my tongue is flicking. "Happy Birthday dear lady." And now you are trembling helplessly - you can feel your hands shaking and you set down your wine glass before slumping back against the backrest. "Happy Birthday to You."
As the waiters are leaving the table you are giggling to yourself. The elderly gentleman, one hand fumbling with the napkin in his lap, is lifting his glass in a toast to you.
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| Jan 2, 2007 @ 3:21 AM |
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jezzarae
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Omg that was one hot story....... cant wait for your next one.
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| Jan 2, 2007 @ 11:36 AM |
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pete73052
Posts: 203
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Thanks! I'll see what I can come up with...
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| Jan 8, 2007 @ 12:15 AM |
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Daized688
Posts: 657
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Uhhhh...DAMN! 
Wednesday is my birthday...are you taking me to dinner?? LOL!!
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| Jan 8, 2007 @ 7:04 AM |
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ynot7769
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Wednesday is my birthday...are you taking me to dinner?? LOL!!
take you to dinner or TURN you to dinner babe?  
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| Jan 8, 2007 @ 5:01 PM |
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pete73052
Posts: 203
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From the pic, he looks more like a snack. I do dinner once in a while...
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| Jan 13, 2007 @ 3:03 PM |
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ynot7769
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From the pic, he looks more like a snack.
 an expert
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| Jan 14, 2007 @ 9:38 PM |
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pete73052
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I calls em as I sees em...
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| Feb 15, 2007 @ 12:21 PM |
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need4speed144
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GREAT STORY!!! Why wait for a birthday.................... 
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