Presents

As the sun set, Ashley and I got in the limo and Wendy (back in limo-driver mode) took us to a nearby restaurant where we sat on a deck overlooking the ocean and ate shrimp cocktails and lobster (they were Ashley's favorites, if not particularly regional). The staff brought out a cake and sung happy birthday for Ashley; she blushed in embarrassment since it was not remotely true, but still ate the cake. We rode back to the house with Ashley snuggled against me in the backseat of the limo. "This would have been the best birthday of my life," she said as we entered the house. "Because you got to pig out on lobster," I teased. She hit me lightly for that, then kissed me. We stood on the top deck, looking out into the darkness as the stars came out, the only sound the waves. "Thank you for a wonderful halfish birthday," she said, kissing me softly.

"It isn't over," I reminded her. "We have all weekend."

"You better believe it. You haven't seen the rest of your birthday presents yet," she replied. "Isn't this your halfish birthday?" I replied, and she grinned. I had given Ashley her birthday present early, in the form of a $1,000 gift card for Victoria's Secret(she noted it was gift for 'both of us' teasingly when I did, a;though I had to convince her it wasn't too much before she accepted it). We agreed that it was sort of a selfish present, but she knew she'd have a lot of fun spending it, and I knew I would enjoy seeing how it was spent. The swimsuit she had worn earlier was just a taste of it. I was made to wait outside, with the windows set to opaque, while Ashley went into the bedroom.

I stood there for a few minutes in anticipation, looking out at the sea, then a soft voice called me from the bedroom. The outfit was just perfectly Ashley, , but sexier and more than anything I had seen her in before. Ashley looked slightly hesitant, wondering if she had picked something good or not; this being her first time doing this kind of shopping, she lacked confidence in her (and Sarah's) choices. It was a very simple combination of a loose top that hung from ties on each shoulder and a matching triangle that tied at each hip, in a shiny lavender satin. The top stopped just above her navel, leaving an expanse of bare belly and clung to her curves, emphasizing her small breasts. The bottom was barely there; if she could have gotten away with only some shaving in the earlier swimsuit, this absolutely required being bare, as it only just manged to cover her lover lips and was only a few strands of cloth threaded between her ass cheeks in back. I can't imagine what Sarah had said upon seeing her tying on this one. "Do you like it?" she asked in a small voice. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," I managed to **** out, and she smiled happily, dropped to her knees in front of me, and began to pull down my zipper, saying, "You're about to get luckier."

I doffed my clothing faster than I ever had in my life, and Ashley tackled me onto the bed, carrying me down while kissing me, our bodies pressed together. She pulled away and kneeled over me, legs on either side of my body, back arched displaying herself in her satin wrappings. My cock was pressed between us, the mall silken triage of the bottom the only thing between my cock and her cunt. She began rocking back and forth above me, running her satin clothed pussy back and forth over my hard dick. The feeling of her cloth covered cunt running along my cock, back and forth, was sensational, and she leaned down, placing her hands to either side of me and arching herself to present her wrapped tits. I reached up to feel them, surprised that in all that the flimsy seeming top hadn't come lose, and gently groped her, afraid I might rip it. It proved more resilient that I thought (maybe you do get what you pay for, even if you pay for lass cloth), and I increased my efforts, feeling her hard nipples stabbing into my hands through the thin wrappings.

Neither one of us was in a rush, and we continued like that for quite some time. Ashley became tired of holding herself up after a while, and lay down on me, continuing her back and forth on my member as we kissed. Her breasts now rubbing across my chest, I moved my hands to her ass, helping her in her rocking while feeling her ass, running my had through her essentially naked crack, unable to find the extremely small strip of cloth that completed her bottoms. Eventually, her bottom was saturated with her excitement and became uncomfortable; she sat back up again for a second and guided my hands to the knots on either side. I quickly pulled them free and the tiny cloth was discarded off to the side, forgotten. Now her lower lips pressed directly onto me as she continued racking, laying on me again as we continued to make out.

Both of us were content like this for a while, eventually we wanted more. As the stars came out and the moon rose, Ashley came forward farther than she had been until the head of my dick caught in her slit, then she sat back and wiggled her hips until I began to slide inside her. I pulled her onto me using my hands on her backside, and she began riding me, pulling me out, then letting me pull her back down, her constrained breasts bouncing the tiniest little bit. After so much teasing we both case, but didn't stop, continuing to rock together in the moonlight. After several orgasms, Ashley got tired of this and grabbed me, rolling us over so now I was thrusting into her from above, her legs wrapped tightly around my back. It was my turn to pull out while she pulled me back in. She put my hands behind her neck and I pulled free the knot holding the top on, barring her tits to me, placing my hands on her so I was using her boobs to support our rocking, her hard nipples boring into my hands. We kept going through several more orgasms, before finally falling asleep, still joined, kissing and fucking as we lost consciousness.