Birthday Surprise |

“Of course I will be there,” I said into the phone. “Ok, text me the info and I will see you next Saturday.”

I disconnected the call with my sister. My nephew was turning seven, and I had just been invited to his birthday party that was going to be at some type of indoor playground or something. Although I love my nephew, the thought of having to spend next Saturday afternoon in a room full of screaming kids, eating terrible food, and miss watching the big rivalry college football game with my friends depressed me.

The following Saturday, I grabbed the present I had gotten him, a Star Wars Lego set, and got in my car to drive the hour to the address my sister had provided. As I pulled into the crowded parking lot of the building and saw large groups of rambunctious kids filing into the place with their parents following overloaded with balloons, cakes, and all the other party necessities. I was filled with dread thinking I could be sitting at a bar with a cold beer cheering on my alma mater.

I let out a deep sigh and stepped out of my car, clutching the present tightly under one arm as I made my way towards the building, determined to make the best of the situation. As soon as the automatic sliding doors opened and I stepped inside, I was hit with sensory overload. Bright lights flashed all around as children raced past in every direction, their laughter and screams filling the air. The scent of sweat, sugar, and other unknown smells mixed together and assaulted my nostrils. I really didn’t want to be here but I put on a big smile as I approached the row of Star Wars decorated plastic picnic tables where my sister and her family were sitting.

My nephew’s highpitched scream echoed through the room as he raced towards me with outstretched arms, his tiny feet pattering excitedly on the floor. I knelt down just in time to catch him in a tight embrace.

“Uncle Jay!” he exclaimed, his face beaming with joy. “You came!”

“You betcha kiddo, wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I replied, standing up with him in my arms. “Happy birthday.”

He squirmed to get down and eagerly reached for the present I had brought him. Excitement radiated from every pore of his body as he shook the box a couple of times before tearing off to join his friends, throwing the package on the table next to his mom as he passed by.

I smiled and shook my head at his energy and enthusiasm and made my way over to where my sister and her husband stood. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged as we caught up on each other’s lives. I took a seat at the table and sipped on a bottle of water, wishing it was a couple of fingers of bourbon, as my sister and her husband talked with some other parents and did parent stuff.

As I turned my head towards the entrance, my eyes were drawn to her. She stood out in the sea of families and children, exuding a sense of sophistication and elegance. Her shoulderlength light brown hair was perfectly styled in a chic cut, framing her beautiful face. Every inch of her slim and fit figure was accentuated by her fashionable attire, which seemed completely out of place at a boisterous children’s birthday party. Led by the hand of an eager young boy, she gracefully made her way through the crowd towards the tables. The boy’s impatience was palpable as he tugged her along, eager to join his friends. When they finally reached our area, my nephew rushed over and eagerly pulled his classmate into the chaos and excitement of the celebration.

As her son enthusiastically dashed off to join the chaotic scene, she took a quick look around, before making her way over. With a deep sigh, she settled down on the bench beside me. Her face was etched with a mixture of annoyance and discomfort, clearly not pleased about being here in this lively setting.

Determined to impress her, I mustered all my charm and flashed my most winning smile. “Hi,” I said. (such a wordsmith, how can she resist).

Her blank expression just stared at me for a moment before her lips curved slightly into a forced smile, “Hello,” she spoke in a monotone voice, lacking any genuine warmth or emotion. It was almost as if she had rehearsed this greeting and recited it countless times before.

Unperturbed, I pressed on. “I’m Jay. This is my nephew’s party,” (smooth, maybe this will crack the ice).

“I am Caroline. My son is a classmate of your nephew,” she responded as she looked right through me.

I smiled. “Your outfit is very stunning. You’re making me feel underdressed for the occasion.” (that should score some points).

Her gaze drifted down towards what she was wearing and maybe, just maybe, I detected a slight warming in her expression at the compliment. “My husband was supposed to bring our son to the party and I was going out with my girlfriends,” she explained, frustration in her voice, “but he invited his beerswilling friends over to watch some big football game.” She added under her breath, “The bastard.”

Though I myself would rather be watching the game, I knew better than to step on that particular landmine. Instead, I reached behind me and grabbed a couple of colorful party hats from the table. Handing one to her, I placed mine on my head and pulled the elastic strap under my chin. With a bright smile and a twinkle in my eye, I said, “As long as we’re here, let’s make the best of it.” (God, I must look like such a dork).

I knew I looked absolutely ridiculous with the stupid party hat on my head, but I didn’t care. She gazed at me with her usual stonefaced expression for a moment before a faint smile appeared on her lips. “Come on,” I playfully urged as I tapped the hat I handed to her with my finger, “the bright yellow and red polkadots will complement your ensemble perfectly.” This time, she couldn’t hold back a genuine smile as she took the hat and placed it on her head, adjusting the elastic strap under her chin with laughter bubbling up from within her. (Huh? Acting like an idiot worked).

Caroline and I talked and laughed, enjoying each other’s company surrounded by the sounds of laughter and playful children. Suddenly, her expression changed and she fell into a thoughtful silence, gazing at me with her beautiful green eyes that were flecked with gold.

A small grin spread across her face as she patted my knee and said, “Let’s go take a look around this place.” She stood up gracefully and I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly shaped bottom. She looked over her shoulder and caught me checking her out and smiled as I got up from the table and followed her. The chaos of screaming children running and playing on the equipment seemed to fade into the background as I focused on Caroline’s every move. She led me through the sea of manic children and corralling parents with ease, her beauty mesmerizing.

As we walked, I couldn’t resist stealing glances at her. Her every movement was a symphony of grace and allure from the rhythmic sway of her hair with each step, to the subtle laughter lines at the corners of her eyes, and the enticing bounce of her ample breasts within her silky top. She was still wearing that ridiculous party hat, as was I, but that made her even more alluring in my eyes.

As we passed by the “Family Restroom” she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, her breath hot against my neck as she pressed me back against the door, slamming it shut. With a swift motion, she reached down to engage the lock, sealing us in. In a frenzy of desire, her full plump lips eagerly met mine, her tongue hungrily entering my mouth with urgency.

I was caught off guard by the suddenness of her actions but soon found myself responding eagerly, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body closer to mine. My hand slid up her back and behind her head, feeling the soft silkiness of her hair as it fell through my fingers. My other hand gripped her firm ass, pulling her tight against me as our tongues danced together inside my mouth twisting, gliding, seeking.

As she broke the kiss, I managed to sputter out, “Uh, what was…” before I could complete the thought, she silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips.

“Shhhhh,” she hissed, hushing me as her hands deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. With a smooth motion, she lowered them along with my underwear down to my ankles as she dropped to her knees.

Her lips parted, enveloping my semierect cock into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip then along the shaft, teasing and coaxing. I let out a soft moan, my head falling back against the door as waves of pleasure washed over me. She was a master, her skilled tongue working its magic. With each suck, I grew harder and harder in her warm, wet mouth until I was fully erect.

I looked down into her beautiful eyes as she looked up at me, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful suck. The sight of her on her knees before me, still wearing that silly polka dot party hat, was almost enough to make me laugh if it wasn’t for the intense pleasure she was providing. “Yes, suck my cock,” I moaned as she cupped and massaged my balls with one hand.

The sounds of children’s laughter and yelling on the other side of the bathroom door only added to the thrill. It was exhilarating knowing that amongst those innocent voices was one who had no idea that his mommy was kneeling on a dirty bathroom floor sucking off a man she had just met. “You’re a slut, a dirty cock sucking slut, aren’t you?” I growled, my words fueling her passion. She hummed in agreement, her throat vibrating and adding an extra level of ecstasy to the blowjob.

As I approached the edge, Caroline released me from her mouth with a wet pop. She rose to her feet and hiked up her skirt, revealing her white lace panties that contrasted beautifully against her tanned, toned legs. In one fluid motion, she looped her fingers around the waistband and rapidly slid them off, exposing her glistening wetness.

As she stood back up, I stepped forward and grabbed the back of her neck pulling her towards me, our lips crashing together. As our tongues intertwined, my other hand found its way between her legs, cupping her mound, my middle finger curling and penetrating her wetness.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned against my lips as I started finger her, the heel of my palm pressing hard against her clit. Our mouths again joined in a dance of passion as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft, stroking it with skilled precision. I inserted a second finger inside her tight, creamy hole, relishing in the way she moaned into my mouth at the pleasure.

Caroline broke the kiss with a gasp. She trailed kisses along my jawline before reaching my earlobe, where she nibbled gently. Her voice was breathless as she whispered, “I need you inside me.” With a quick turn, she bent over lifting her skirt over her hips and gripped the edges of the changing table, her body inviting and eager.

I stepped in behind her, my hands clutching her hipbones as I positioned myself at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I pushed inside her tight, wet cunt. We both let out low moans of pleasure as I buried myself deep in her womb.

“Oh god, yes,” Caroline gasped, pushing back against me.

With a primal determination, I began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The wooden changing table creaked and groaned, threatening to break free from the wall with each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the small room, echoing off the white tiled walls and intensifying the passion between us. Our rhythmic was an urgent dance, fueled by desire and need. Every movement was met with equal force as we gave ourselves over to the raw pleasure of the moment.

Caroline bit down on her lip to stifle her cries of ecstasy. Our muffled moans mingled with the distant shrieks of children playing just on the other side of the door. The thrill of potentially being caught only added to our arousal. Her inner walls clenched around me, drawing me deeper with each thrust. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles as I continued to pound into her from behind.

As I leaned closer to her, my voice dripping with lust. “You enjoy being pounded by a stranger’s cock, don’t you slut?” The words tumbled out of my mouth, filled with a primitive need and longing for her body. The air around us seemed to heat up, fueled by the intense energy between us. Her breath hitched as she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Yes, yes, I’m a slut,” she answered breathlessly. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

I obliged, increasing my speed and force. Caroline’s knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the changing table, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. I could see the bolts anchoring the table to the wall start to loosen.

Caroline panted, “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t stop.” The changing table was starting to shake loose, the bolts wobbling in their holes, masonry dust falling to the floor.

With a few final, frantic thrusts, I drove myself deep, my cock pulsing as I exploded inside her, filling her with jet after jet of semen. Caroline cried out as her own orgasm ripped through her body, she let out a muffled scream of ecstasy. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around my cock, milking every last drop of cum from me. As her body writhed in the grips of her release, the changing table finally gave way with a loud crack, ripping from the wall and sending us tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap of limbs.

For a moment, we lay there on the cold tile floor, my cock still buried deep inside her, trying to catch our breath. The distant sounds of the party outside slowly filtered back into our consciousness. Reality began to set in as the fog of lust lifted.

Caroline was the first to move, untangling herself from me, my softening cock slipping out from inside her as she stood up. She smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her blouse, avoiding my gaze as I got to my feet. I looked at her reflection in the mirror as I was pulling up my pants. Her eyes were forlorn as she removed the colorful party hat that was sitting askew on her head, looked at it longingly and then dropped it in the trash before fixing her disheveled hair.

“We should… we should get back,” Caroline said softly, her cheeks flushed. “My son… is probably looking for me.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. As I looked around the space, I noticed her panties lying on the floor. I bent down and picked them up, handing them to her with a sheepish grin. “You probably don’t want to leave these in here.”

She looked at me with the cool distant expression she had when we first met as she took the panties from my hand, our fingers brushing for a brief moment. She hesitated, then stepped into them sliding them up her legs with an embarrassed expression. “Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine. There was a mix of emotions swirling in their depths regret, guilt, uncertainty.

A heavy silence hung between us as we stood there, the sounds of the children laughing and screaming beyond the door fading into a distant hum. Caroline shifted her weight from foot to foot, her eyes avoiding mine. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken words enveloping us.

After what felt like an eternity, Caroline finally broke the silence. “We should… try and fix this,” she said, gesturing towards the broken changing table. With a heavy heart, I moved to prop the table back up against the wall. It was still damaged and unstable, but at least it wasn’t lying on the floor anymore.

As we prepared to leave, Caroline hesitated at the door, her hand resting on the cool metal knob. She turned to face me, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. “This…this was a mistake,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love my husband…my family.”

I nodded, my movements slow and deliberate as I reached up to remove my party hat. Giving it a gentle tug, I pulled it off and held it in my hand. Memories of Caroline’s slight smile when I first put it on flooded my mind, but now a sense of sadness crept in as I let the hat fall to the floor at my feet.

“I know,” I replied softly, unable to meet her gaze. “But I don’t regret it. It was…”

“A mistake,” she finished for me, her tone sterner this time, leaving no room for doubt. But I could see the flicker of longing in her eyes, mirroring my own conflicted emotions.

As we exited the bathroom and made our way back to the party, my mind was racing with conflicting emotions. The guilt of what we had done mingled with the lingering desire.

My sister and her husband were sitting at the table, helping my nephew open his presents. She looked up as I approached. “There you are! Where’d you disappear to?”

“Oh, I was just looking around,” I lied, my eyes flicking around the area avoiding her gaze. “This place is pretty big.”

The rest of the party passed in a blur. I went through the motions singing “Happy Birthday,” watching my nephew blow out his candles, eating a piece of dry cake, but my mind kept drifting back to those heated moments in the bathroom.

As the party continued, I caught glimpses of Caroline. She was attentive to her son and speaking with the other parents, but I could see her forced smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Once, our gazes met briefly, and I saw a flicker of something regret? longing? before she quickly looked away.

As the party began to wind down, parents gathered their sugarcrashed children and headed for the exit. I helped my sister and brotherinlaw clean up while my nephew played with his new toys. I tried to keep an eye out for Caroline, but when I returned from taking out the trash, she was gone.

As I drove home I felt aroused, my mind kept replaying those heated moments in the bathroom Caroline’s soft moans, the feeling of her warm wetness enveloping me, the way she had looked at me with such raw need, but mixed with the arousal was a growing sense of unease. What we had done was wrong, no matter how good it had felt in the moment. Caroline was married, a mother, and I felt I had betrayed my sister’s trust by hooking up with another parent at her son’s birthday party. The weight of it all settled heavily in my chest.

When I got home, I poured myself a bourbon and sank onto the couch. Part of me wanted to find Caroline, to reach out, to see her again, to feel that spark once more. But I knew it could never happen. It had been a fleeting moment of passion, born from frustration and opportunity. To pursue it further would only lead to more pain and regret.

As the alcohol dulled my senses, I made a decision. I would lock away the memory of what happened with Caroline, cherish it privately, but never speak of it again. It would remain a secret, a thrilling unexpected encounter nothing more.

With a sigh, I reluctantly rose from my seat and made my way to the bedroom. The soft glow of moonlight poured through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. As I settled into bed, Caroline’s image appeared in my mind like a hazy dream. The curves of her body donned in her elegant attire, her beautiful face framed by her perfectly coiffed hair, and that silly polkadot party hat atop her head. A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I reminisced and slowly drifted off to sleep.