A Birthday Wish Come True
**I respectfully inform you that the content is adult in nature, sexual explicit and may not be suitable for everyone**
"Damn it", I said while setting the basket on the top of my car hood. I managed to tangle the seat belt around my coat sleeve and was now having to battle the dreadful thing to recover my coat from the driver’s seat.
I hurriedly pulled my coat on, grabbing the keys from the ignition and slammed the car door shut. "Oh, shit!” the basket begin to slid downward towards the back window. Snagging it just in time with the contents now stirred about inside I attempted to rearrange the bow. Now with basket in hand, keys in pocket, and myself worked into a tizzy, I navigated the parking lot puddles and headed for the restaurants back entrance. If April showers bring May flowers, why were we getting all this rain in March I cursed as I watched as the water dotted my black leather heels. "Grrrr".
I yanked on the door handle, swinging it open to discover only the stairwell lights were still on as I stepped inside. "Hello? Anyone here?” I called out heading down the stairs to the basement. When I arrived at the bottom of the steps and switched on the light to the hallway all the back rooms were dark. I switched off the light and headed back up the stairs, calling out again for anyone to answer. No one but myself and the ghosts were present it seemed.
I reached the top of the landing and headed into the kitchen, only the back light was on leading to the dining room. I began to become a bit on edge as I didn’t like being in the restaurant when it was dark and closed off in areas at night. As I stepped through the swinging door into the dining room the far end booth had its light still glowing overhead. "Hello", I called out with still no reply. "If you guys are going to jump out and scare the life out of me then you risk me dropping the Champagne", I said calmly as I walked down the aisle on the left side of the loft seating area overhead. I quickly glanced upward, but nope, no lights on upstairs either.
I slowed as I turned the corner at the last booth and entered the foyer. The dessert case hummed as the motor’s fan spun and the light over the host desk was on low beam. I turned and noticed that there were lit candles stationed on each step leading up the stairs to the lounge. Only then did I notice the faint sound of music drifting its way down the stairs, but no voices. "This is the quietest Birthday Party I have ever heard", I said making my way up the stairs and past each burning scented candle. I inhaled the sweet fragrance of Jasmine, oh how I love the scent of jasmine.
When I had worked at the restaurant two years prior remodeling the interior, I would burn Jasmine scented candles as I painted. The building was constructed in 1817 and the only windows being non-functioning stain glass. The smell of Jasmine did the trick in eliminating the scent of paint and the likes that filtered into the air during work periods. The male managers never complained and soon came to recognize it as "my scent" a sign that I had been in the building working.
I lingered at the top of the stairs looking upward to the ceiling that shone brightly with glowing stars like the sky on a warm summer night. Only the lanterns on the wall and the soft glow of candles across the bar top second stage of the lounge and no one was in sight. The music was intoxicating, I found myself swaying slightly to the soft beat and gentle sound of guitar. I hadn’t realized someone had approached from behind me when I felt his hand slide on top of my shoulder. I stepped forward, startled and turning to see him standing there on the top step. "You dork. You scared me. Where is everyone else? This is your birthday party right?” I said quizzing him with my usual machine gun banter.
"Gee thanks, no Happy Birthday, no hug, nothing", he rambled as he past me and headed towards the bar. I followed behind him, setting down the basket and offered up an apology. "Sorry. I didn’t mean too, aw come on kid, and smile for me", I teased. He was not amused. He pulled the bottle of Champagne from the basket, within seconds it clanked in the bucket of waiting ice and water. I watched as he spun the bottle bringing the Champagne to a quick chill and then flicking the tips of his fingers towards my face, sprinkling me with water. "Nice. Listen, seriously, where is everyone?” I inquired climbing onto the bar stool.
"Do you remember when you first came to the restaurant almost 15 years ago, when I was a teenager?” he spoke while pulling the cork from the Champagne. "Let me think, um, nope", I said. Again, the look on his face showed he was not amused. "Okay, okay, I think so. You and that brother of yours were just teenagers then, I was working at Field’s as the Operations Manager and I ordered food for a store party", I acknowledged. "Right, then you would come in for lunch and see Anna. All before you came to work for Dad remodeling the place. Remember?” he asked with a look of hope that I somehow recognized where this conversation was heading. "I asked you if you would go out with me when I was older, remember? You of course said, "sure, when your 30 we’ll dance on your birthday, but until then find yourself a nice girl"; he sipped from his glass waiting for my response.
I began to laugh, "Oh, I forgot all about that.”I didn’t", he replied circling from behind the bar. He sat down on the bar stool next to me and removed the strawberry’s from the basket. "Did you bring chocolate or sugar for the strawberry’s?” he asked winking at me. "Chocolate, I thought you could melt it in the kitchen later. You said you always preferred chocolate." I replied nervously. He reached behind the bar and pulled out a canister of sugar and a saucer. "How old are you?" I asked teasingly. "How old do you think I am? the first guess doesn’t count", he said biting down on a strawberry with the juice running down the corners of his mouth. I reached over and grabbed a cocktail napkin to hand it to him, when I heard his voice, "Open up?” "Yum and your 30, your father reminded me the other day", I mumbled as a devoured the strawberry, sugar and all he had pushed between my lips and teeth.
As I poured my third glass of Champagne and we finished the last of the strawberry’s and set our sights on the German Chocolate bar, the effects from the alcohol were taking charge of me. "So, darlin’ buddy-o-mine, you set this whole thing up to lure me here just so that we could knock off a bottle of Champagne and eat strawberries together. We can do that any night of the week once the restaurant closes without the candles, the music and mystery. What’s the game plan Stan?” I giggled to myself as I hopped from the bar stool and headed up the stairs.
The music grew louder as he stood holding the remote. "Oh, no you don’t, you know I don’t dance. Remember when you guys took me out for my birthday to that dance club, didn’t work did it? Nope", I called out above the music as I spun gazing at the stars above trying not to spill from my glass of Champagne. He moved towards me, step by step, when he was within inches, he offered me his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his and let him lead. We began to move together slowly, "see you do dance", he said looking down into my eyes. "Yeah well, I think I am slightly intoxicated. Who brought that bar into this Champagne?” I said, before resting my head on his shoulder laughing. He slipped his strong hands around my waist as we swayed to the rhythm. "Actually, I think it’s the Jasmine", I said. "Be quiet and just relax", he ordered as I turned now in his grip with my back to him. "Fine, you take over from her then", I chided him. We were swaying to the sound of music, slowly in rhythm as our heart beats began to keep pace.
I felt his breathing getting harder and my curiosity took hold. I backed up against him, sliding up and down discovering more than just his breathing was getting harder. Teasing him now was becoming less of a game. I could feel his hardened cock against the cleavage of my ass cheeks. "Do you want me to stop? Is this making you uncomfortable? He asked under the stress of his breathing. "No", I said hesitantly, but assuredly. He slowly slid his hands from my waist to my breasts, as if he half expected me to pull away. I didn’t. "You know that "dancing" with you is not exactly what my whole birthday wish", he whispered as he kissed the back of my neck and felt my nipples as they hardened beneath my clothing. "I am getting the picture", I said as I pushed against him. He began grinding his fully erect cock against the back of my buttocks. With my left hand, I reached back and nimbly unzipped his pants. It took little effort to find his rock solid cock, grabbing, pulling and stroking it as he sighed in approval. Leaning back my head as his kisses traveled down my shoulders, I took his hand and lead it to the hem of my dress. "Happy Birthday", I said as his fingers slid beneath my panties.
He began massaging my clit, at first slowly as he thrust his cock against my ass cheeks in rhythm; I leaned back, pushing him against the wall. We remained pinned against the wall for but a moment, grinding against each other as our sighs and moans of pleasure mixed with the music. I felt the silkiness of my dress being pulled up my back; I took that cue to slide down my black lace panties. The warmth of our bodies, mixed with the music, and the smell of Jasmine was driving me crazy. Up and down he moved his cock as he grew harder and harder. He squeezed my ass harder and as he pumped again and again. With each thrust, I now began to rub my clit and called out when I could stand no more. Within seconds in one huge, deep movement, he blasted his load inside of me sending his juices dripping down between my legs. I fell back into his arms as he slid against the wall and down to the floor. "Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me", he sang quietly as I giggled out of delight. "You are too much fun", I said moments later standing to my feet.
Before the hour passed we disposed of the party goods and cleared all the candles. Turned off the lights and music and headed out to the parking lot.
As he unlocked my car door for me, I kissed him gently on the lips and slipped inside as he closed the door. He headed to his car and before I could back out, he had pulled up beside me. I rolled down the window. "You know how you asked me why someone would call you a "potato". You asked if I knew what that meant and I said I hadn’t ever heard of anything so ridiculous", he continued. I laughed, "Why are you thinking about that now?” "Because...The only thing I can think of is you are a potato alright, ’one hot potato", he called out as he raced the engine. "Thank you… now go play. The night is young and so are you", I said as I waved and rolled my window up.
I sat there for a moment as the taillights of his black z06 Corvette disappeared down the street leading from the parking lot. "One Hot Potato...I like that", I thought to myself as I started my engine and turned on the CD player as I drove off.
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