The best birthday ever

A few months later I was sat on my living room couch, waiting while my girlfriend readied herself for our night out. That woman had taken and was talking increasingly longer amounts of time to prep as the months passed.

"Hurry up!" I shouted up the stairs in exasperation.

"Be patient honey," she called back down in her sweet, unmistakably feminine voice, " I wanna look good for you."

And good she looked, I thought to myself with a mixture of pride and pleasure as we strolled hand in hand toward my favourite restaurant. My girlfriend was dressed in a grey t-shirt that struggled to contain her plump, grapefruit-sized breasts which jiggled with every step she took, as well as a pair of tight black shorts that showed off every inch of her sexy, slim white legs and ended little more than halfway down her huge, voluptuous buttocks , giving all and sundry a teasing free look at the bottom inches of her ass cheeks. Her long blond hair flowed past her shoulder. Her look was completed by a pair of black platform shoes.