Scott and I were at university and had been boyfriend-girlfriend for about a year. It was his birthday and I wanted to do something really special for him, something he’d remember for a long time. My best friend Naomi and I had a long talk and we decided to go for it.
I called Scott and told him to come by our house that night to get his surprise. He’d had plans to go out drinking with his mates, and I could see he was a little disappointed when he arrived. The passionate kiss I gave him at the door cheered him up a little, and I knew he’d already forgotten about the lads when I lead him through to the bedroom. I was wearing his favourites, my tightest blue jeans and off the shoulder white top, the one that made my boobs look nice and big. I pushed him onto the bed as he started to fondle them.
“Take off your clothes Scott,” I said demurely. I opened a draw next to the bed, took out a couple of silk scarves, smiled coquettishly at him.
Scott grinned, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, his firm, manly chest exposed. He seductively dragged down his jeans, his cock already semi-hard in his shorts. I stared hard, pleasingly aroused, watching his meat twitch, the weight of his balls sagging the jockey shorts a little. I told him to leave them on a while, the anticipation of taking them off excited me. He lay down, I spread his arms and legs, and secured him to the bed, smiling as I did so.