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Cassie had already put her black bra and panty set from earlier in a bag for dirty clothes. She slipped on a matching white set holding her wet hair out of the way to fasten her bra. I saw her pink Dodgers hat in her suitcase. It was still the only one she owned and she looked better in it every time she wore it. Her t-shirt was a Dodgers shirt in their proper blue color though and it clung to her body showing off her breasts nicely. I thought she looked ready the way she was but there was no chance of her leaving without pants, even on my birthday. Her jeans looked just as sexy on her as her Dodgers tee and now she really was ready. She went to blow dry her hair before donning her hat and came back with her hair in a ponytail.
Before we left the hotel room she handed me a gift wrapped box and waited for me to open it, accepting my kiss of thanks first because I knew I'd love whatever she'd bought me. Inside I found a pair of casual pants and three different shirts, a bright red American Eagle t-shirt, a flashy dress shirt more suited to clubbing than the office, and a green and white stripped polo shirt because she knew I could never have enough of them. I literally owned a whole drawer full of them but the ones I wore the most were all from her. Just before we opened the door to leave she grabbed her warm UBC sweatshirt so she could put it on later if she got cold and straightened her hat. She let me drive to the stadium now that there was no surprise to maintain but made it clear that a snack at the ballpark and dinner afterwards was her treat. I wasn't familiar with the city of Seattle at all but Cassie had written down detailed directions on how to get from our hotel to the stadium that she read to me as I drove.
Dodger Stadium is an American monument as far as I'm concerned and I'd hate to see it replaced but I had to admit the Mariners modern stadium was beautiful. It looked even nicer inside and we took the time to walk around for twenty minutes before the game started. I held Cassie's hand as we made our way to our seats nodding my head and smiling at the occasional fellow Dodger fan I passed wearing the team colors. On the way we picked up drinks, two beers for me and a diet Pepsi for Cassie who said I could drink as many beer as I wanted and she'd drive after the game.
Rather than disturb me during the game, Cassie told me to stay where I was and ran off to get us something to snack on during the game. On the advice of the people around us she came back with a serving of garlic fries for us to share. Our plan was to go to dinner after the game so it was more than enough for now. We both liked the fries a lot and agreed that we'd have to get them again at the next game. The people around us couldn't have been friendlier even though we were cheering for the visitors and decked out in our Dodgers clothing. There was no real rivalry between two teams that had never faced each other in a meaningful game until the advent of inter-league play. The fact that the Dodgers were losing badly probably helped too. Some of them were season tickets holders so before we left, after watching until the bitter 8-2 end, I told them we'd be there all weekend and hopefully our team would show up for the next game too.
Even with the loss I couldn't help but smile. Thanks to my beautiful, loving wife I got to see the Dodgers play on my birthday and I still had two more games plus a whole weekend with her to enjoy. I didn't have any more drinks after the first two but I asked Cassie to drive just to be safe. She asked me what I wanted for my birthday dinner and I knew better than to try letting her pick. I wasn't overly hungry after what we had at the ballpark but I was craving barbecued meat. We had no idea where to go so Cassie drove us back to the hotel and asked the front desk to recommend somewhere casual because we didn't want to change.
We ended up and an old-fashioned barbecue restaurant with aromas that made my mouth water as we entered, so much for not being hungry. Our waitress seated us and Cassie ordered our drinks, getting me another beer without giving me a chance to say no. I whispered that she wanted me drunk to take advantage of me later when our waitress left and she smiled without denying it. For dinner Cassie order barbecued chicken, a baked potato, and steamed vegetables. I couldn't resist the rack of pork ribs when I saw the picture on their menu and had wedge fries, coleslaw, and corn with it. When they brought it to the table Cassie's eyes went wide at the size of her quarter chicken dinner. She laughed when I said it looked like her chicken had breast implants and already she was considering taking some back to the hotel with her. My rack of ribs was a huge portion too and came cut in two pieces in order to fit on the plate. After a taste I told Cassie she had to try them and cut one off placing it on her plate. Neither of us could finish our food so we took some back to the hotel and passed on dessert.
"Did you have fun today?" she asked as she drove us back to the hotel.
"Of course," I said sitting in the passenger seat with our leftovers on my lap. "I wish the Dodgers would have won but it was still an amazing day."
"I'll be angry with them if they don't win at least one game for you this weekend," she said.
"So will I," I said smiling at her. "You missed the turn off to the hotel sweetie."
"There's one more stop yet," she said driving further down the road. "Here it is," she said pulling into the parking lot of a liquor store we passed earlier in the night. "Any requests from the birthday boy?" she asked.
"Surprise me," I said. Fifteen minutes later she came back with two large paper bags that looked heavy from the way she carried them. She put it in the trunk to avoid any problems should we get pulled over and got back behind the wheel. "What did you get me?"
"I got you a surprise, just like you asked for," she said kissing me on the cheek.
Back at the hotel I handed her our Styrofoam containers of food and took the much heavier bags of mystery alcohol. I didn't peek as we went inside and rode the elevator up to our room. There was an in room fridge crammed with overpriced food and drinks that Cassie squeezed our food into. Without letting me see what she was doing, she bent over her suitcase and told me to make myself a drink as she hurried to the bathroom with what was certainly a sexy outfit though I didn't get a clear look at it.
Inside the bags I found an assortment of booze, more than enough to keep us plastered all weekend. There was a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses, a forty of Captain Morgan dark rum, a smaller bottle of vodka, a bottle of Baileys, and a four pack of raspberry wine coolers. She even picked up some diet Pepsi and a bottle of orange juice for mix. I doubted we could drink it all but a young couple who enjoyed partying with friends could never have enough spare alcohol around the apartment. The only thing we were missing was ice so I told her through the bathroom door that I was running to the ice machine on our floor and would be right back.
Cassie was still in the bathroom when I returned so I poured each of us a shot of tequila and placed it on the table. Then I fixed myself a tall glass of dark rum and diet Pepsi with plenty of ice. I wasn't sure what she'd want to drink so I mixed a screwdriver in one glass, poured some Baileys over ice in another, and put one of her wine coolers in the bucket of ice to cover all the bases. If she shocked me by asking for dark rum I'd let her have mine and make other. She was taking a long time in the bathroom, putting needless effort into turning me on. While I sipped at my drink, I took my shirt and pants off leaving just my boxers, which hid the erection that the anticipation had made. I heard the bathroom door open and turned to face her gasping at what I saw.
"You like it?" she asked giggling at the way my eyes bulged out of my head. Her hair shone like honey in the sun with just a little curl on the ends, which she knew I loved. The outfit she wore consisted of black nylons that attached to a black bustier top with plenty of lace that left most of her body practically exposed, and an almost absurdly tiny pair of black panties that barely covered her shaved pussy. As she posed for me her right foot lifted to her toes and her knee turned inward making me groan. "Say something," she said coaxing me to talk.
"Wow..." I managed to say at last before I was at a loss for words again.
"Is that all you have to say?" she asked.
"You look stunning sweetie, absolutely stunning," I said in obvious awe of her. "I've seen you naked so many times that I have your body completely memorized but somehow your outfit creates mystery and makes me eager to see what's underneath."
"I wasn't sure if I could ever wear something like this again after my surgery. It took you looking at me the way you do to give me all the confidence I needed. In the years between my accident and meeting you I avoided lingerie and bikini stores but now I can't walk past one without going in to look for something I can wear for you," she said looking at me with eyes full of love. "I love you so much Dickie. I knew you'd like this outfit when I bought it but the look on your face makes me feel incredibly sexy."
"I love you too sweetie. The fact that a woman as beautiful as you could feel insecure about your looks because of a knee scar hurts me as much as it confounds me. I'm touched that it took you looking into my eyes to see the truth," I said.
"Plenty of people told me it didn't matter but I always managed to convince myself that they were just saying it. When I heard it from you I started to believe it," she said.
"I suppose I should be grateful that you didn't trust what any of the other guys said," I said making her giggle.
"Men would still hit on me but I could tell what they wanted," she said.
"You don't think I wanted to sleep with you from the moment I first saw you?" I asked.
"Of course I knew you wanted to sleep with me," she said. "But when you smiled at me I wanted it too. It was the first time since the accident that I met a man I wanted enough to act on my desires. Our first night together you were such a gentleman. I threw myself at you but you gave me every opportunity to stop it from happening, to change my mind if I wanted to. It was so sweet that I had to have you then."
"My plan worked perfectly then," I said grinning at her.
"You were sincere," she said easily detecting my lie. "You managed to say the wrong thing at the wrong time so often at first but I could see right through that. I think we've talked enough about the past for tonight my love, we have a birthday to finish celebrating," she said. I could see how turned on she was from thinking about the first few days we spent together.
"I poured some drinks," I said taking a big gulp from the glass in my hand. It was a good thing I swallowed fast because when she turned to look at the table lined with drinks I saw that her panties were a g-string that left the sexy globes of her ass completely exposed. "I like those panties, you should wear them all the time."
"I'm glad you like them," she said arching her back and reaching back to squeeze her firm ass cheeks. "Come over here," she said looking over her shoulder. "Please," she added in a sultry voice. She even batted her eyes at me for good measure.
"I want to fuck you so bad," I whispered into her ear while jerking her hips towards me. I still had my boxers on but stooped a little to let my rock hard shaft rest between her ass cheeks.
"You can fuck me all weekend, we can even skip the other games if you'd rather spend every moment fucking instead," she said driving me wild. Despite her words she pulled her neck away from my heated kiss. "Wait," she said giggling. "We need to get drunk first," she said passing me a shot of tequila over her shoulder. She held her glass up and I clinked mine against it before downing my shot.
"Drink up sweetie so I can fuck you sober," I said handing her the screwdriver and Baileys I poured earlier.
I reached around her to retrieve my glass of rum and drank it down in one long gulp. Right away I made another one much stronger this time, looking over her shoulder as I poured. Cassie lifted her arms to give me space, alternating sips from the glasses in her hands. She seemed to like the Baileys better and drank it twice as fast but she still finished off the screwdriver too, wiggling her hips the whole time to keep my cock burning with desire for her. I was only halfway through my drink when she turned around and took it from my hand drinking it down too. Her eyes went wide at how strong it was but she kept it down and kissed me desperately grinding her barely clothed crotch against my pulsing cock.
If I had tried to fuck her then she would have been all for it but I forced myself to make sure she was drunk as she wanted to be. I remembered the wine cooler that I put on ice earlier and searched the table behind her blindly with my hands as we kissed. Soon as I found it I opened it and handed it to her the moment our lips parted. She leaned against the table sipping from the bottle giving me a change to fix myself another drink. I poured two shots of tequila and drank them in rapid succession, then had two more shots of dark rum. Cassie's eyes were glued to the bulge in my boxers as I drank my shots. When I finished the second batch, she took my hand in hers and guided me to bed. On the way she finished her wine cooler and set the bottle on the night table next to the bed.
Cassie sat on the edge of the bed and tugged my boxers down around my ankles. My cock sprang up in her face where it was warmly greeted by her sensuous lips. I knew she wasn't drunk yet but the alcohol she'd consumed wouldn't take long to go to her head. In the meantime, she was expertly sucking my cock in a blowjob full of her love for me no matter how wet and nasty it appeared. She opened wide and bobbed her head quickly, ramming the head of my cock against the back of her throat until she was gasping and drooling. The sounds she made slurping the saliva from her chin and my prick added a whole new dimension to it for me.
I couldn't help but notice the way she feverishly rubbed her pussy as she pleasured me and was willing to wager she was drooling from that set of lips too. The bustier top she wore exposed the top half of her breasts, barely obscuring her nipples, and the way she leaned forward to suck my cock gave me a breathtaking view of them from above. I felt warm inside from the booze I'd downed and focused on staying on my feet as her incredible cock sucking added to the light headed sensation. Thinking about the booze made me crave another drink and I needed to stop her soon or risk cumming so I took a step back from her. Her lips tried to follow me and she nearly toppled off the bed but I caught her shoulders and pushed her back to safety.
With my back turned to her I made a screwdriver for myself and poured another glass of Baileys for her. She hadn't asked for the drink but she'd take it if I brought it to her. When I turned around again she was lying on the middle of the bed with one leg raised and her panties pulled to the side to expose her excited pink pussy lips. Cassie had the two middle fingers of her right hand jammed deep inside her pussy and was pinching her nipples through the bustier with her left. Rather than running across the room and sticking my cock in like I desperately wanted to, I forced myself to watch as I slowly sipped my drink. She worked hard to entice me lifting her hips and breathlessly pleading with me to fuck her. I drained the second half of my drink in a split second when she literally put one leg behind her head and pushed a third finger into her pussy.
Cassie greeted me with spread legs and smile. She happily took the glass of Baileys from me and tried to drink from it even as I was grabbing her flimsy panties in a white knuckled grip and using them to drag her into a slightly better position for fucking. With one savage thrust I buried my cock inside her making her shriek as the drink sloshed over the rim of her glass. She licked at it as it trickled from the corners of her mouth and held her chin up letting me help clean her when I leaned forward. I caught the lone bead that was perilously close to her bustier and licked from her bulging breasts all the way up to her lips. Without a doubt her face was still sticky in places from the spill but there would be a bigger mess than that before we were finished what we'd started.
"Fuck me," she said moving her hips to stroke my cock inside her. I'd paused long enough for her to finish the drink but now that it was gone she was more than ready.
"Like this?" I asked pinning her wrists above her head and driving my cock into her.
"Harder," she shrieked her eyes like blue flames. "Harder Dickie, fuck me harder!"
"You're drunk," I panted as I exerted myself to give her all the cock she wanted.
"Of course I am but that has nothing to do with me craving your cock, it just makes me bold enough to ask for it," she said smiling proudly until a sharp stab of my cock inside her made her expression twist in pleasure.
"Do you always want it like this?" I asked continuing to slam my cock down into her.
"No," she said gasping before she could say more. "Making love to you slowly is just as wonderful."
"But not tonight," I said bending to kiss her.
"Not tonight," she agreed. "Well maybe later," she said in a serious voice after a moment of consideration making me laugh.
No one, not one single person who knew Cassie would believe me for a second if I tried to tell them how naughty she could be behind closed doors. She kept urging me to fuck her harder when I was already gasping for breath trying to keep pace with her drunken desire. I could feel her arms tensing whenever my latest thrust inside her was particularly pleasing. For a moment I considered releasing her but she scarcely noticed I was holding her as she stared down to where our bodies joined watching my cock invade her. Even with me fucking her for all I was worth she began moving her hips to guide my cock, trying to make it hit the place inside her that gave her the most pleasure.
Every time my body crashed down on hers it made her breasts bulge against the material of her bustier. I became mesmerized by them as we fucked until eventually I had to free them for our mutual enjoyment. Cassie looked up at me when I released her arms her brow furrowed as each thrust made her moan now. She seemed concerned that maybe I was going to change something when what I was doing felt so good. Soon as she saw my hands begin tugging at her top, she loosened the laces enough to let me pull her breasts out. Instantly my hands found a new place to rest as I squeeze one breast in each hand pulling on them as I fucked her. If it gave her even the slightest discomfort it didn't show as she became even wilder with the movements of her hips.
My burning lungs gave me the excuse I was looking for to slow down and suck the hard nipples I could feel in the palms of my hands. It was impossible to lower myself to suck them without kissing her first. She lifted off the bed to meet my lips; hers arms hugging me even tighter than normal. Her kiss was open mouthed and wet as she moaned into my lips. Lost in the motion of fucking her, I continued driving my cock forward though not nearly as hard as before. When I attempted to pull away from our kiss her teeth caught my lower lip biting down on it hard though she didn't draw blood. It was enough to make me gasp in surprise giving her tongue the opportunity to thrust into my mouth.
When she'd had enough of our passionate kiss, she practically spit my tongue out and pushed my shoulder away from her, clawing at my tattoo as an after thought. I began fucking her harder again right away but remembered my craving for her nipples. Sucking one and then the other as I pounded my cock into her pussy I decided her body could use a little nibble as well and bit down on the nipple in my mouth as hard as I dared. Cassie shrieked, but it wasn't in pain, and she asked me to bite harder. I was incapable of using additional force even at her urging but I could switch sides and bite the other one just as hard. My hand came up to cup the breast my mouth has just vacated and I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger gently. She let me soothe her nipple for a few moments before closing her hand over my fingers and squeezing as tight as she could.
