“See something you like?”
She finally looked up at me. “I’m sorry. I was hypnotized there for a second.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Oh, I’ve seen it,” she said. “Shit, I own it.”
“Damn, next thing you know I’ll be sporting a ball and chain.”
“Don’t worry. They make them with leather accessories now. They complement anything.”
I got into the garden tub, facing her. She started giving me a foot job. She rubbed my balls with her big toe and I grabbed her foot.
“What’s wrong?” she asked and giggled. “You’re not ticklish down there, are you?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“What I don’t know the answer to is why you brought a bottle of champagne in here and no flutes.”
“Who needs flutes when I have toes?”
I lifted the foot I was holding and poured about an ounce of the champagne on them. Then I sucked each toe one at a time. Rayne slid her back farther down in the tub and started moaning. Once I’d sucked the other set of manicured toes, I poured a little on her calves and licked them also.
“Damn, it feels like my birthday instead of yours,” Rayne whispered softly.
I stopped and started giving her a foot massage. “You’re the only present I need. You can just wrap yourself up in a big bow and let me unwrap you.”
“Stand up,” she instructed. “I want to taste some of that champagne.”
I stood up and flinched when she got on her knees, picked up the bottle of champagne and poured some on my dick. It was freezing.
“Aw, don’t worry. I’ll warm it up.”
Rayne drew me into her mouth and warmed me up indeed. Her lips felt so soft and succulent, wrapped around my dick. I helped guide her head back and forth as she devoured me for the next ten minutes or so; until I couldn’t take it any more and climaxed.
We cleansed each other with shea butter soap and then toweled each other off. We ended up in my bed, on crisp white sheets, enjoying the sex we’d learned to master. Rayne had masturbated in front of me on several occasions. She wanted me to witness what turned her on. She realized that brothers aren’t psychic so I’d watched and I memorized “her spots.” She’d lie there, in front of me, and play with her nipples with one hand; her clit with the other. She’d tell me what she was fantasizing about, describing every little detail. Then she’d cum. It was an amazing thing to watch a woman cumming by her own hard work. Men jack off all the time, so we know what we look like, with the scrunched up faces and the “oh shit!” comments. Watching Rayne please herself pleased me and ultimately, allowed me to truly please her.
At midnight, she sang “Happy Birthday” to me while I was deep inside her. After each line, she’d tongue kiss me, so it took her a few minutes to get through it. I didn’t mind a bit.
I fell asleep inside her.
Damn! Happy, happy birthday to me!
You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.
—Joe Lewis
Thirty-thre
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Rayne
October 2004
I hated it when the weather lived up to my name. It had been gorgeous all day but, as usual, come quitting time it was overcast. Within ten minutes, about the length of time it had taken me to get my car from the parking garage and pull out into traffic, it was a torrential downpour.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, there was a six-car pileup on Massachusetts Avenue, which meant I had to take an alternate—slower route—home. Why couldn’t people learn not to act a fool during bad weather? Getting into an accident won’t get them home any sooner; that’s for sure.