Birthday

I decided to leave the cake out of it and concentrate on another type of blowing. Everybody was already drunk and I could sneak out easily, and slip away to meet him out the back. He was younger than me and blonde, although I usually prefer them dark. He was waiting for me leaning against a blue car's door. Two hours ago I had approached the bar and asked him to fix me a Martini cocktail. His eyes were stuck somewhere between my boobs as he gave me the drink. I smiled and kept on watching his eyes for the rest of the evening. I even saw him looking at me through the candles' smoke. At that point I smiled back again, and I immediately went outside.He was already out the back, smoking a cigarette. I took one blow from it, without asking his permission; after all it was my birthday. Then I threw it away as his hand started to caress my inner thigh. I was happy I was wearing a short skirt that night, which made it very simple for him to rip off my panties pretty easily and shove his hard and somewhat dry cock inside me. Luckily for me I wasn’t wearing any pantyhose, either. Oh, and I was already wet for both of us.