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  The Birthday Present

  ISBN # 978-1-907010-71-2

  ©Copyright Suzanne Graham 2009

  Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright August 2009

  Edited by Jess Bimberg

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-melting.

  THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

  Suzanne Graham

  Dedication

  Thank you to my first readers, Will, Barbara, Eileen, Monica and Christi.

  Your enthusiasm inspires me to keep working.

  Chapter One

  “Do you want to go to the beach or the pool today?” Tom asked me as he stepped into his navy plaid swim trunks. His tall, lean body was darkening to a deep tan after the hours we’d been spending in the sun.

  I loved being on vacation when the hardest decision of the day was choosing between sun and sand or sun and pool. My husband and I were having a great vacation on Tenerife, celebrating my thirtieth birthday. Everything about the island felt exotic to a Midwestern girl like me, the colours and fragrances of the tropical gardens, the spicy sauces of local dishes, the fruit seller walking the black sand beaches calling out, “Ananas, coconut”, the topless European sunbathers, even the British pubs lining the main street. All of it was foreign and intoxicating.

  “I would prefer to sit by the pool. I’m tired of trying to get sticky sand out of my bottom creases,” I said, adjusting the fit of my turquoise bikini bottom.

  “I offered to help,” Tom said with a suggestive smile.

  I laughed. “I know, but I can think of more enjoyable activities you can help me with concerning my bottom creases.”

  He walked up behind me as I finished tying my bikini top around my neck. He slid his large, warm hands over my flat stomach, dipping his fingertips into the top edge of my bikini bottoms.

  He spoke softly into my ear. “Would you like to partake of some of those activities now?”

  I stepped forward, out of his embrace, and threw my cotton beach dress over my head. “No, thanks. I really want to get to the pool. I feel like we’ve been cooped up in this room all day.” We had already spent all night and most of the morning making love, and frankly, I was a little tired and a little bored.

  After eight years of marriage, I loved my husband, and his tall, lean body still turned me on. But sex had become a predictable routine. Touch here, rub there, kiss here, suck there, then insert his tab into my slot, a few hip pumps, his and hers orgasms and then finito. Round one was finished and we got prepared for round two.

  After going several rounds with Tom in the past twelve hours, I was looking forward to laying still and letting the sun’s warm rays soothe my weary body. I was tired, but I wasn’t fully satisfied from our love making. I wondered what we needed to add to make sex hot and exciting again.

  Tom was a faithful and loving husband, but he wasn’t the most imaginative lover I’d ever had. I wanted him to initiate something new into our sex life, without me having to tell him what to do. I wasn’t even sure what we should change. All I knew was that I was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with our predictable routine.

  Down at the pool, Tom and I found two free chaise lounges and laid down our towels. I handed Tom the suntan lotion and turned my back to him.

  “Would you do me, please?” I asked.

  “Anytime, sweetie,” he said.

  The contrast of his warm hands and the cool lotion on my skin gave me goose bumps as he massaged my shoulder blades and along my spine. I lifted my hair off my shoulders so he could access the skin on the back of my neck.

  “Your hair looks nice. With all the sun, it’s giving you reddish-brown highlights,” Tom said.

  “Thanks. I noticed that in the mirror this morning, too. It’s a nice change from my monotonous brown,” I said.

  “Your hair is not monotonous. It’s beautiful, dark, shiny and silky. I love your hair,” he said, placing a kiss behind my right ear. “I love everything about you.”

  “Mmmm. I love everything about you, too,” I said, leaning back towards him.

  He slid his hands around my sides and rested them on my stomach, rubbing his thumbs in little circles on my skin. “I can do your front as well,” he said.

  I laughed. “Thanks for the offer. I can reach everything else.” I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself by having him rub lotion all the way down the front of my body.

  He pulled me backwards, tighter against his chest. “You feel so good, I could eat you up,” he whispered into my ear.

  A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I could feel his cock getting hard nestled against my lower back. I nearly grabbed our towels and led him back up to our hotel room. I knew exactly where I would like him to start eating. Then I remembered my frustration with the lack of creativity in our relationship, and I decided to stay at the pool.

  “Maybe a little later,” I said, stepping out of his embrace.

  I sat down on my chaise and glanced over at the woman on the chair next to mine. She had a classic, English rose complexion, porcelain-pale skin with peach undertones, and she wore her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. My eyes travelled down the rest of her. She was voluptuous with lavish curves, completely opposite of my lean, thin frame.

  The woman was topless, wearing only a tiny patch of hot pink cloth over her cleanly shaved mons held up by two thin strings. Her stomach was slightly rounded and her bare breasts were full, perfectly sized to fit in the palm of my hand.

  I’d never thought about touching a woman before, but now I imagined the weight of her breast in my hand and how I would tease the nipple until it became erect between my thumb and forefinger. Then I would lave it with my tongue and pull it into my mouth, sucking on the fullness. I imagined she would taste like peaches and cream, delicious.

  The woman looked over at me and caught me staring at her chest. Embarrassed, I felt my face flush. I quickly averted my eyes, but not before I saw her smiling at me.

  I stared ahead at the rippling water in the pool. I could feel the woman’s eyes scanning my own body from head to foot and my nipples pebbled at her attention. The fabric of my bikini top created friction against them as they grew hard under her gaze. My breasts were much smaller than hers, nearly flat against my chest under the two turquoise triangles of my top as I lay on my back on the chaise. Certainly not as enticing as hers.

  Finally, I looked back at her and met her eyes. She smiled brightly at me.

  “Hi, I’m Sabrina,” she said with a British accent. She reached out to take my hand in greeting. Her fingers were soft, but firm. �
��This is my husband, Mark.” She pointed over her shoulder to the man sitting next to her.

  “Hi.” I licked my lips. My mouth had suddenly gone dry at the sight of Mark’s broad, hard chest and chiselled abs. His bronze skin glistened with tanning oil. When I was able to speak again, I said, “I’m Amanda, and this is my husband, Tom.”

  “How cute, you’re T&A and we’re S&M,” Sabrina said.

  I hastened to close my dropped jaw. I was surprised a stranger would say such a thing when first meeting someone. I didn’t consider myself a prude, but I certainly didn’t bring sex into the conversation when meeting someone new.

  Mark chuckled. “You can tell where Sabrina’s mind is most of the time.”

  Mark’s deep voice with its lyrical accent reminded me of my fantasies about having an English lover after I fell in love with Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy in high school. I always imagined he was tall with dark hair and dark eyes like Mark’s.

  As I listened half-heartedly to the getting-to-know-you conversation going on around me, I placed Mark in the starring role of my erotic daydream. I envisioned him lifting me from the chaise in his strong arms and ravaging my lips with a powerful kiss as his hand slid between my legs to claim my body as his to pleasure as he desired.

  I would be completely at his mercy as he demanded his satisfaction. If I tried to stroke him, he would hold my hands behind me with his strong grip. He would tell me I couldn’t touch him without his permission. With his other hand, he would twist my nipple and I would gasp at the exquisite torture. He would tell me I couldn’t orgasm unless he gave me consent. He would drive me to my limit until I was begging for my release.

  “Amanda, did you want one?” Tom asked me.

  I slipped out of Mark’s fantasy arms to look blankly at my husband. “What?” I asked.

  “Did you want a margarita? Mark and I are going to get drinks from the bar,” Tom said.

  “Yes, thanks. That would be great,” I said, feeling my face flush from my erotic daydream.

  After our husbands left for the bar, I looked over at Sabrina and saw she had flipped over to lie on her stomach. I had been enjoying my surreptitious glances at her earlier and was disappointed to be denied additional peeks at her beautiful breasts. But my disappointment was short-lived when I saw the back of Sabrina’s bikini was a mere strip of string between her two round, lush buttocks. The sight of them was as arousing as her naked breasts. I could feel my bikini bottom dampening with my wet heat. I wiggled a little in my chair to ease the ache that was beginning to settle between my legs.

  She turned her head to face me and caught me staring at her again.

  I froze, desperately trying to think of something to say. “You have such a fair complexion. Do you worry about burning?” I finally managed to stammer.

  “Oh, I have to use lots of sunscreen,” she said. “I always wanted to have olive skin that would tan as beautifully as yours.”

  “Thanks, but I always wanted to be blonde and fair like you,” I replied. “I guess we’re never satisfied with what we have.”

  “I think you’re right. Women with straight hair spend hours getting perms for curly hair. And women with curls spend hours with flat irons to get their hair straight.” She laughed.

  I laughed with her. Then I turned and lifted my face to the bright heat coming from the sky. “The sun feels so good and hot today.”

  “It’s pretty intense. I don’t think I have enough sunscreen on my back. Would you mind giving me a hand?” she asked, reaching into her straw bag for the sunscreen.

  “Sure.”

  My heart beat harder at the thought of touching her body, and my hand shook slightly as I took the bottle of sunscreen she held out to me. I rubbed some lotion between my two palms so it wouldn’t feel cold when I applied it to her sun-warmed skin.

  I knelt on a folded towel next to her chaise and caught the floral scent of her hair when I leaned over her body. As I worked the lotion into skin, she felt soft and silky under my hands. I massaged her neck, shoulders and down her spine as I worked my way over her back.

  “Mmmm, that feels lovely,” she purred beneath me.

  My stomach fluttered at the sound of her enjoyment. I wanted to do more to please her, but I had finished applying lotion to her back. I hesitated to continue any lower to her naked bottom.

  I rested my hands on her waist with my eyes riveted to her ample ass.

  “Would you mind doing my bum?” she asked. “I’ve learned from experience not to let it get burned.” Her laugh sounded huskier.

  Was she enjoying my massage in a sexually charged way like I was?

  “Okay.” I swallowed around the lump of desire building in my throat.

  I rubbed more lotion between my palms and felt a trickle of sweat glide down between my breasts. I tentatively placed my hands on the soft, round globes of her butt and paused for a moment as I enjoyed the heady feeling of touching another woman’s naked body.

  I rubbed the sunscreen over Sabrina’s perfect ass using smooth, circular strokes.

  I thought I heard her sigh, “Oh, yes,” and my bikini bottoms grew thoroughly wet.

  When I couldn’t justify spending any more time and attention on her butt, I reluctantly moved down to massage the lotion onto the backs of her legs.

  As I glided my hands over her hamstrings, she let out a little moan. I grew bold with the knowledge I was pleasing her. I let my fingertips lightly skim the lips of her vulva where the thong left her exposed. Her body shivered under my hands, and my vagina throbbed in time with my pulse. I had no idea how arousing it would be to pleasure another woman.

  The adrenaline rushing through my veins tempted me to explore her a little further, but I glanced up to see our husbands returning from the bar with our drinks. I quickly finished applying lotion to Sabrina’s calves then sat back in my own chair before the men reached the spot where we were sitting.

  Mark smiled at me as if he had watched my ministrations to his wife and knew what I was feeling. “Are you girls having a good time?” he asked, locking eyes with me.

  I stared back mutely, trying to ignore the slippery wetness between my legs and my hard nipples pushing out from my bikini top.

  Sabrina sat up to reach for her margarita. “Yes, we were just getting to know each other better.” She winked at me.

  I felt my cheeks flush deeper and looked away quickly again. I was so far out of my league here I didn’t even know what game we were playing, but it was the most excitement I’d felt in a long time.

  “Mark and I were, too,” Tom said.

  I looked up at him surprised. They had been playing together, too? That didn’t sound like Tom at all. I searched the front of his swim trunks for a sign of his arousal.

  “We were finding out we have a lot in common with our work. Mark is a management consultant, too,” Tom continued.

  Oh, they were getting to know about each other’s work, not exploring each other’s bodies, of course. It would have been so out of character for Tom to make a move on another man. He had never expressed an interest in having a same sex relationship. I couldn’t believe I’d jumped so quickly to that conclusion. I was feeling way too overly stimulated.

  I took a large swallow of my margarita before setting it on the table next to me. The heat of the alcohol flowed directly to my inner core, which increased the throbbing in my vagina. If my inhibitions were lowered after a few more sips, I was going to seriously embarrass myself given the sexually charged state I was in.

  I stood suddenly. “I’m going for a swim,” I said.

  I walked to the deep end of the pool, conscious of three pairs of eyes on me and enjoying the attention. I dove into the cool water, hoping to put out the sexual flames burning inside me. I swam several laps until I felt more in control of my desires.

  When I swam to the side of the pool near Tom’s chair, Sabrina and Mark were gone.

  “Where did they go?” I gestured to the empty chairs.

  “Th
ey said they needed a nap.” Tom grinned. “How about you? Do you feel like an afternoon nap?”

  “No, not really. I want to enjoy the sun a little more,” I said, disappointed the sexy British couple had departed, though I don’t know what I would have expected to happen if they’d stayed. It had just been really nice to feel so stimulated. I mentally kicked myself for running away from the situation and for not staying to enjoy it more.

  Chapter Two

  “Tom, can you hand me a washcloth?” I yelled from the shower stall in the hotel bathroom.

  “Isn’t there one in there?” he asked as he came into the room.

  “The maid took out the dirty one, and I forgot to grab a clean one before I got in here. I don’t want to get the floor all wet and slippery trying to get a new one. Can you hand me one?”

  “Here you go,” he said. “Shall I wash your back for you?”

  I turned around to see him standing naked in the shower, holding out a washcloth to me. I grinned. “Oh, what good service they have in this hotel,” I said.

  “Only the best for you.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips.

  The hot water washed over us as Tom slid his hands up and down my back. I pressed up against his hard body and felt his arousal against my belly. I reached between us and stroked his penis with my hand. He let out a soft groan.

  “Shouldn’t we do something with this before we get dressed for dinner?” I asked.

  “Sounds like the right thing to do,” he said, trailing warm kisses down my neck and shoulder. He reached behind me to turn off the shower. “We wouldn’t want to waste water.”

  Reaching out of the shower stall, he pulled two towels off the rack and wrapped one around each of us. Then he led me by the hand to the bedroom.

  He gently pushed me down on the bed and covered me with his body. He continued the kisses he had started in the shower on my neck and shoulder. He then moved down to my breasts, circling each one with soft, wet kisses as my nipples ached for his touch. When he drew one into his mouth, I gasped from the jolt of pleasure that connected my nipple to my clit. He feathered his fingers down my stomach to my inner thigh and stroked lightly.