AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my story, and I would appreciate it if my name and my email address were always associated with it. Obviously it has sexual content. Any person who has problems with that should not read further.

She sat at her computer in glasses, robe and nightgown, drinking her first cup of coffee of the day on a sunny Friday. She'd get dressed and face the world later after doing a little work. It was her birthday. The sun was shining and it looked like a lovely day. Unfortunately the man she loved would not be able to spend her birthday with her this time as he lived half a continent away from her. They'd met on the Internet several months prior in a chat room. Following that marvelous long "chat", they began engaging in lengthy emails and then progressed to phone calls and exchange of pictures.

After several months of conversation they'd finally met. He was as wonderful in person as he'd been in writing and on the phone. He was also exactly as he'd described himself. Oh, he wasn't perfect; no man (or woman) is; but he was perfect for her, and it seemed he thought the same of her. So they had embarked on the expensive proposition of a long-distance romance, jetting cross-country every two weeks to be with the other. She'd just seen him last weekend so that mean this weekend would be their weekend apart. She sighed. Oh well, that's the way it worked out sometimes.

The phone rang. A man's rich tenor voice sang the entire, "Happy Birthday" song to her. She laughed throughout, completely delighted. He really did have a nice voice and had never sung to her before. Her face was bathed in smiles, just because he'd called.

"You sweetheart!" she cried.

"I wanted to make sure I wished you a happy birthday. You'll receive your present today, I guarantee it." His voice sounded warm in her ear.

"Oh sweetie, you shouldn't have. We've both been spending so much money on airfare. Just being together with you is present enough," she protested.

At that instant, the doorbell rang.

"The doorbell just rang. I've got to get the door. Drat! I hate it when people come to the door so early when I'm not dressed or put together yet. Hold on." She set the phone down without waiting for his response.

She opened the front door. He stood there holding a cellphone to his ear, smiling.

She squealed, "Darling!!!" and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips exactly where he stood on her front porch.

He laughed, his arms encircling her, "I promised your present would be delivered today."

She laughed and kissed him again, her tongue seeking his, holding his head, her arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace.

He extricated his mouth for a moment and said, "But I can't really deliver the present on your porch in front of the neighbors."

She gave him a coy little smile and took him into the house, back to the bedroom "Oh, so I'll find something I like when I unwrap the present?" She shyly stroked his crotch where his erection was beginning to show.

"I think you'll like what you find there, but the present has multiple parts," he said as he took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, he quickly undressed and they lay down together on the bed. He gently undressed her, removing her glasses, robe and nightgown.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

A tear formed in the corner of her eye and she smiled a gentle smile. That he would say that seeing her this way, fresh from bed, hair sticking up every which way, in her glasses, no makeup, was incredibly touching to her.

Then he began to touch her. He softly licked and kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed. She sighed softly and gasped as he reached especially sensitive spots. Finally he reached her pussy and began to focus his attention there. His fingers stroked inside her while his tongue danced on her clitoris as her pleasure increased and her hips bucked. Finally she screamed and cried out his name as she came, then fell back on the pillows. He looked up with a satisfied smile, his face wet with her juices.

He rose up and kissed her, deep and wet. Her arms were around him and her legs were spread wide, waiting for him. She loved getting fucked after she'd just cum. His cock was stiff, ready for her. He slid it into her hot, velvet tunnel. "Aahhh," she moaned, as he penetrated her. He began stroking, first gently, then harder and harder, his mouth devouring her while his cock claimed her for his own. She panted with each stroke until finally she came again in a loud shriek as he buried his cock deeply in her, his own orgasm breaking with hers.

He lay on her, panting, his sweat mingled with hers, his cock still buried in her. She wrapped her arms around him and softly stroked his hair, then his neck and back, as much of him as she could reach without moving.

"Thank you for wonderful birthday present!" she softly whispered into his ear.

He rose up onto his elbows and smiled at her. "Oh, you haven't received it all yet. I won't let you leave the bed until you've had an orgasm for each month we've known each other!" He kissed her on the mouth and then moved down to where his face was ready to bury in her pussy again.

She smiled and laid back contentedly, legs spread, as he began to nibble on her again. This would be the best birthday ever.