Birthday 3-Day Weekend – Day 1

Chicago Weekend

Part 1

A three-day weekend was approaching, coinciding with my birthday. My husband, Dave, had planned a weekend trip for me. All he would tell me about it is we were going out of town and I should pack some clothes: some sportswear, something casual, and something fancy. I wasn’t told where we were going and I had been good enough not to guess.

On Friday evening the traffic wasn’t bad and we got to the airport in no time. Dave let the valet park the car and we checked our bags at the curb. At the gate I discovered our destination was Chicago, my hometown. I was so excited I jumped up and down like a kid and smothered Dave’s face with kisses. People were staring at us, but I didn’t care.

I knew this was the weekend Chicago hosted its Lakefront Festival, which boasted food concessions from all the best restaurants in the city, several music stages, air shows and fireworks. I hadn’t been to the festival in several years and I was really excited about seeing it again.

At O’Hare, we picked up our bags from the carousel and emerged onto the lower-level traffic area where the limousine Dave hired was waiting to take us to our hotel. “Wow, a limo, I’m impressed,” I told him with a big smile on my face.

“Nothing’s too good for my wife,” he said, as he leaned over and kissed me.

There was very little traffic on the Kennedy Expressway, and in less than 20 minutes we arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel on Lake Shore Drive.

After checking in, a bellhop took our bags and led us to the suite on the 40th floor. The windows in the suite went from the ceiling to the floor, even in the bathroom. The closest tall building on either the north or south sides of the hotel was at least a mile away. So we had a panoramic view of the lake and the lights of the city.

As soon as the bellhop left I climbed on the bed and started jumping up and down on it.

“I love this place. It’s spectacular. First Class,” I shouted.

Dave walked toward the bed, grinning, and I launched myself into his arms. He caught me mid-air. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and give him a great big kiss. Then I squirmed loose from his hug so I could check out the rest of the suite. I couldn’t get over it. There was a fireplace and a hot tub in the bathroom. Finally I settled down and we sat, relaxing on the sofa in the living room, enjoying each other’s company. We decided to watch a little TV in bed before going to sleep. It had been a tiring day.

Getting ready for bed, I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face and took off all my clothes. When I came out of the bathroom Dave was in his pajama bottoms and was about to put on the top. I stood there, naked. Dave’s eyes passed over me approvingly.

“I deliberately didn’t bring anything to wear to bed,” I told him.

“Oh really?” he uttered, with a grin on his face.

“Well,” I said, raising my eyebrows and smiling slyly. “In your list of things to take on the trip, you didn’t say to bring any sleepwear,”

There was a bit of a chill in the room from the air-conditioning, and my nipples were standing up hard. I could tell Dave appreciated my calculated humor by the grin on his face. Moreover, I could tell that he appreciated the sight of my naked body by the bulge in his pajamas. Ever the gentleman, he offered me his pajama top, which I gladly took for the warmth. I slipped into it, at least for a while.

With the TV on and the lights off, we hopped into bed and snuggled up under the covers.

Dave picked a channel and we settled back to watch the movie. While we pretended to watch, we nuzzled and fondled each other. I was beginning to warm up, in more ways than one, so Dave offered to help me take the pajama top off. I reciprocated and rid him of his pajama bottoms.

Before long we found ourselves kissing, nibbling, petting, and breathing heavily. I turned toward Dave and pressed my body against him.

We scooted down to lie face to face, pressed together from top to bottom. I sucked on Dave’s bottom lip. He moved a hand to my breast and tenderly massaged it. My nipples were standing at attention again, though I wasn’t cold any more. Dave took one little bud between his fingers and began rolling and twisting it gently. For a time, I let myself enjoy the sensations of my tender and unselfish lover. However, before long, I reached for his penis and found it just the way I like it, hot and hard. Dave let me stroke it for a little while, but stopped me to say, “Just relax honey, I’ve got other plans for you tonight.” With that, he rolled me over on my back.

Without hesitation, Dave mounted me and guided his penis into my wet and already pulsating vagina. He began to move back and forth at an agonizingly slow but delicious pace. I met each of his movements with my pelvis and he pushed himself up inside of me as far as he could each time our hips met. He was moving quicker and I felt a fire burning deep within me. A small moan escaped my lips.

I moved my hand between us and put a finger on my clit. In rhythm with his movements I massaged myself. He moved faster and I matched the rhythm of his thrusts with both my pelvis and my hand. Before long I found myself in the throes of an orgasm, shuddering in pleasure, and slathering Dave with my overflowing fluid.

We slowed our pace so I could collect myself but Dave let his still rock-hard penis remain deep inside of me. He kissed me deeply and passionately before he began again. He looked at me and I saw that was smiling again as he bent down to kiss my mouth. Tenderly he stroked my hair, looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, Dave.” I crooned.

He kissed me again, hot and sweet, and in mere moments our breathing was fast and heavy. Dave moved his mouth away from mine and put his lips on my breast. He sucked my nipples and areola for what seemed like hours, never varying the delirious rhythm of his pelvis. I couldn’t get enough of him and I used my vagina to grip his throbbing shaft as he moved up and down on me. His thrusts had become more insistent as he plunged into me. My heart was pounding at the same rate. Way past excited I moaned, “Oh baby, you are so hot!”

Although the lights in the room had been turned off, illumination from the TV allowed us see ourselves in the mirrors on the ceiling and the wall behind the bed. In addition, I noticed that Dave couldn’t keep his eyes off the wall mirror. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and pulled his penis out of me. I was momentarily surprised at his action, but quickly he turned me over on my stomach and moved us into a position so that we were situated parallel to the wall mirror. He told me with a wry tone in his voice, “The view is better this way.” Grabbing my hips he lifted my rear end so that he could slide his shaft into my vulva again. Then he leaned forward and covered my back with his torso. In this position I, too, had a good view of the mirror and could see my lover’s penis with each parry of his lance. The view heightened my pleasure; and I continued to watch as he slid in and out of me. At one point he wrapped his arms around my midsection and held me close to his chest.

Dave maintained the brisk movement of his hips, like a dance that had been choreographed to resonate in our souls. I closed my eyes and crooned to him, “Oh baby, you don’t know how good that feels!” He laughed and said he did know and he thrust his hips at me even harder. I kept a steady pressure on his cock with my vaginal muscles and he hissed, “Oh god, baby, you have a fantastic body.” I squeezed my legs together a little to put more pressure on his shaft as he continued to plunge and pull. I had become deliriously wild and we both knew another orgasm was imminent for me.

Still not ready to come, Dave helped me over the top, by moving his pelvis faster. He thrust his penis, which had become even harder and more swollen, with such energy I could feel his balls slap against my thighs. I couldn’t wait any longer and I convulsed in pleasure. A crescendo of sensations flowed through me, followed by aftershocks that were akin to those felt just after an earthquake. I went limp and Dave lowered his head to kiss the back of my neck and ears. He was still brick-hard and I could feel him twitching inside of me.

Again Dave wanted to change positions. On his knees, he pulled my hips back toward him. He put an arm under my stomach and lifted my chest from the bed until I was on all fours. Still impaled on his rigid organ, I pushed back into him, and he leaned down to hold my breasts again. He pressed them with his palms and massaged them with his fingers. Moving his hips, kneading my breasts, and kissing my neck, he soon had me panting with desire again.

Abruptly, he let go of my breasts and raised his body to an erect position. Kneeling behind me, he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward his body as hard as he could. I met each of his thrusts by pushing back into him. His pace increased and again he was looking at our image in the mirror. I could tell that he was finally feeling the beginnings of a climax. He continued pounding into me like a jackhammer. His exhilarated thrusting had again put me at the pinnacle of release, and I begged him, “Oh, Dave, baby, that’s it, harder! Please don’t stop.”

I was, by then, making a low, growling, animal-like noise in my throat and I yelled, “Ohhh… I’m going to come.”

Dave’s penis continued to thrust into my vagina again and again and again. I whimpered, “I can’t hold it much longer,” and I felt a climax begin to bubble up inside of me. With his hands he spread my legs wider so he could get deeper inside of me. Finally, finally, he let himself go and I felt his lather burst into me. Almost immediately the muscles of my vagina contracted, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

Dave’s orgasm was massive and his come ran down my legs. In exhaustion, he fell on me.

Finally, we rolled over and spooned, wanting the moment to last. My vagina twitched on Dave’s penis and he moaned softly. Eventually we moved up to the pillows, twined ourselves together and fell asleep. We stayed like that for the rest of the night.