Birthday surprise

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is ‘Surprise‘. Thanks as always to Miss Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for giving us the prompt and continuing our Microfantasy Monday fun.

It was sitting there on the bed, professionally wrapped and tied, looking festive and way too expensive. The corner of an envelope peeking out at me from under the bow. I sat down on the corner of the bed still wrapped in my towel and slightly steamy from my morning shower. I had thought you were gone when I got into the shower but apparently I was wrong. The mature part of my brain said "wait...open it later" but the little kid in me wanted to shred the paper and see what wonder was within. I pulled the card out of the wrappings and saw your salutation...'Open it now!' How well you know me. I slit open the envelope with my thumb and pulled out a beautiful card with roses and curlicues and immediately deducted 10 how-well-you-know-me points. Opening the card I was surprised to discover that rather than the sentimental drivel I was expecting there was just your all too familiar scrawl. "Open the gift...put it on...and think of me all day. Dinner tonight at 6...dress up!" You left it there, leaving me hanging No 'I love you' not even your blasted name. Fuming slightly I yanked off the ribbon and tore away the paper but I mentally re-awarded you with 5 of your hwykm points. The name of a very famous lingerie store was embossed across the box. My pulse picked up. Knowing you it wasn't warm woolly pj's but how high up the slut scale had me slightly breathless as I tore into the tissue paper. Pulling back the last layer, I was amazed to see the emerald bustier and matching boyshorts I had been drooling over on the website. Grabbing the handful of green satin and black lace I hustled to pull on the generic uniform that I wore every day but it gave no clue as to the beautiful undies it concealed. I grabbed your favorite blue wrap dress and my only pair of fuck-me heels and shoved them into a purse that could have doubled as a suitcase, knowing there would be no time to come home before meeting you for dinner.

As I went through the motions of my day, helping customers, putting up stock, I'd bend or turn and feel the smooth satin slither that was so unfamiliar to this environment and I'd think of you and feel my body respond to some very "not work" thoughts. Lunch was spent anticipating what the evening would hold. And the increasing anticipation of showing you how perfect your gift was, it pushed up where I needed pushing and nipped in at the waist and made me feel like a lipstick lezzie in disguise. I knew you'd like the cleavage that was so prominently on display over the cups of the bra. As quitting time drew near my thoughts raced further and further ahead to the moment of the unveiling and the pleasures that waited when you removed your gift. Needless to say by the time 5:30 finally dragged around I was turned on to a noticeable level...at least obvious to me. I wrestled my bag out of a too tight locker and slammed into the bathroom, locking the door as I entered and immediately cutting the tap on to try to coax up a semi-warm stream of water to freshen me up. The uniform flew unceremoniously into a corner and I was treated to the sight of myself in the mirror, slightly flushed and dishevelled but the warm glow of the fabric gave me hope that later I'd look even more flushed and rumpled but not from work. Pulling down multiple servings of paper towels, I made a make-do wash cloth and swept away the dust of the day and tried to at least wash away a bit of the feminine musk that would give away how much I was anticipating this evening. As I pulled the boyshorts back into place, I knew that it would be impossible to mask that scent from you, so I hastily pulled them off and tossed them on top of the pile of discarded work apparel. I pulled on the dress, pulling it snugly around and belting it before checking to make sure that the no-pantie look wasn't too too obvious. With a final fluff of the hair and a quick slick of gloss to the lips I gathered up my pile and slid on the heels before pulling open the door. And there you were. Slouched against the opposite wall looking sexy as hell. You had been home and showered (you skunk), your hair was still slightly damp but perfectly spiked and your usual work togs had been exchanged for my favorite black jeans and black cowboy shirt. The silver lanyard I gave you for your birthday pointing south over your chest. Your black Resistol casually dangling from two fingers. Except for the devilish glint I caught in your eye, for all the world it looked like you had fallen asleep standing there waiting for me. Not trusting myself to get too close I sent you an air kiss firstly because I'd never live it down if I was caught attacking you in the hall at work and second because you'd discover my secret way too soon if you were within touching distance, and went to clock out. I could hear you come to life behind me, slowly your booted footfall fell into place behind me and the heat of your gaze burned it's way down my back to your favorite shoes and back up. By the time I reached the door you were moving in step beside me, your naturally long and lazy stride bring you to the door a split second before me. You held the door open and I could feel your hand at the small of my back as you allowed me to pass. Again I awarded you full points for knowing how much I loved your chivilrous side and the yummy scent of you as I came within breaths distance. This was going to be a very fast birthday dinner if I had any say in the matter.

To be continued.