It was my birthday, so I spent most of the day doing my favorite thing: shopping.

Around 3 P.M., I met my husband for a drink. We were having a nice time when his cellphone rang. He smiled and told the caller he would be there shortly. When I raised an eyebrow, he just smiled again, and said something about arranging my birthday present. He told me he’d meet me at home. When he got up to leave, I did, too. But then he insisted I stay for another drink.

I felt, more than saw, someone slip onto the stool next to me. When the bartender placed another drink in front of me, I started to protest, but he nodded at the person next to me. I was in too good a mood to turn down the drink, so I turned and thanked my new friend. “Hi, I’m Casey,” the gorgeous woman said with a warm smile. “It looks like you’re celebrating. Hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink.”

I put out my hand and said, “No, not at all. I’m Dana, and it’s my birthday.” We talked for a while, more or less feeling each other out. As it turned out, I took a liking to my new friend. I noticed right off the bat that Casey was one of those touchy-feely people. Every time she made a point, I felt her hand on my arm, and even on my knee a few times. I was wearing a mini and showing a lot of leg. I hate to admit it, but I was eating up the attention, and she was starting to push my buttons.

After the second drink, I was feeling really relaxed and I started doing the touchy-feely thing right back. Casey leaned toward me. When I felt her lips close to my ear and her fingers dangerously close to my panties, I froze. “Dana, let’s move to one of the corner booths so we can talk without being disturbed,” she purred.

Before I could answer, I felt her finger against my silk panties. I should have made a beeline for the door, but instead I picked up my drink and walked to the last booth at the far end of the bar.

Casey slid in next to me, and before I could say a word, our lips touched and we quickly took the kiss further. Her hand made its way under my skirt, pushing my panties aside. I almost came when she touched my clit. “Oh, yes, make me come, baby. Make me come hard!” I whispered, begging. But just as I was about to climax, Casey pulled those wonderful fingers back. “Oh, please, Casey, I’m so close. Finish me off!” I pleaded.

Instead, our lips met for one more lingering kiss before Casey’s head slowly slid down my body. My shirt was open, and when Casey pulled up my bra and sucked my swollen nipple, I gasped so loud I was sure the bartender heard me. But I wanted her lips on my pussy. I pushed her down to the floor and lifted my ass, and she quickly slipped off my panties. Her hot tongue was all I needed. As soon as she found my clit, I gushed. “Oh, shit, yes!” I cried. Then, realizing what I’d just done, I pulled up my panties and ran for the restroom.

When I got back to the booth, Casey was gone. I felt good, but also a little guilty — until I walked into the house and found Casey and my husband sitting on the sofa, smiling at me. Josh said, “Casey and I just want to wish you a happy birthday!”