On a sunny day in early May, I got a call from you asking me to come over. You said you needed a hand with something and to bring my tool belt.

“Give me a few minutes to get things together, and I’ll be right over, Savannah,” I said.

I threw on one of my overshirts and headed out the door. You were not very clear on what you needed help with, so I grabbed a few things that might come in handy, like my toolbox, a hammer, some small line, a few screws, and nails.

I loaded everything into the truck, and I was on my way. Once I got there, I strapped on my tool belt and left everything else in the truck until I found out what needed fixing.

I knocked and waited for a minute or so. In my mind, I hoped to see you open the door wearing nothing more than a robe, but sadly, you answered the door wearing your everyday clothes. I looked around for the kids, but you mentioned they would not be here for a couple of hours. I joked with you about the reason for the call, and you gave a devilish grin followed by an eye roll. We made small talk for a minute, and you commented on my big hammer.

“You do indeed carry a nice tool in your belt, Charles.”

For the life of me, I wasn’t sure if you were flirting or just admiring my tools. You asked me to grab a chair from the kitchen, so I would have something to stand on. Up the stairs we went, you first, because the view was much better that way. As always, I was tremendously aroused just being around you, but there was work to do, so I tried to put it out of my mind.

Once we got to your bedroom, I did not see anything out of place or needing repair. However, I noticed a small box wrapped quite neatly with great care. I put the chair down with the back to the window facing the door, so it would not get in the way. You reached over and handed me the package.

“Happy birthday, Charles,” you said, smiling, as you gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

I felt my eyes well with tears; I was stunned that you remembered and furthermore thought enough to get me something.

As you seemed anxious for me to open it, I slid my fingers into the folds using as much care to open it as you did wrapping it. It gave me a quick thrill to know my fingers were following the same path that yours did just a few hours ago. Once the box was unwrapped, I slowly opened it without knowing what to expect. Inside was an incredibly sexy pair of red boxer briefs with the comfort pouch I like.

“I can't believe you remembered my birthday, Savannah; you are such an amazing lady!”

I gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek to thank you, and as I did, you dropped my tool belt and told me to try them on so you could see how they fit.

I was shocked.

Is this real? Is it a dream?

You reached around and slapped my ass. “Come on, get moving; time is running out!”

I hurried into the bathroom to change.

When I returned to your bedroom, I didn’t see you, so I walked in, and you shut the door behind me. When I turned towards you to show the excellent fit, you were wearing a very seductive Mardi Gras mask that covered just your eyes.

As I looked down, I noticed you changed into my button-down overshirt and a pair of panties and nothing else. You pushed me back into the chair and whispered in my ear, “There will be no touching.”

And with that, you tied my hands behind my back with the small line you found in my tool belt. At this point, I had no clue what to think; I merely watched in amazement. I could see your breasts unrestrained under my shirt, and you started to dance around me slowly and seductively. You walked up, glided your fingertips over the underwear, and softly said, “Nice fit.”

You ignored my growing mast but kept moving as you danced and touched my ear and neck as you passed by. I had never been this turned on in my life. The next trip around, I noticed you had undone one more button, giving me a better look at those beautiful breasts. You moved closer, turned around, and started rubbing your ass on my lap. You could feel my heart racing through the sheer material. You looked down as you moved away and could see that I was growing past the waistband, so you moved around behind me, whispering in my ear, “Nice tool,” as you licked my neck.

When you returned in front of me again, you had my shirt unbuttoned all the way down. I saw your nipples for the first time and longed to suck one in my mouth. You moved closer and straddled my lap, facing me this time, slowly grinding back and forth. I leaned down to meet your breasts, but you reminded me that touching was forbidden as you softly kissed my lips.

I could see from the moist spot on your panties that you were getting excited as well. When you moved over again, you wrapped your legs around me, and with a few more grinds, you lowered your hand into your panties and brought your middle finger to my lips, where you allowed me to suck off your sweet juices. Then you pressed your body close to mine, and I could feel your warm, soft skin pressing against mine. I could feel your heartbeat, and for one quick moment, it felt like our hearts were beating as one. You untied my hands and told me I could have one more thing for my birthday as long as it wasn’t sex.

It was my turn to take charge. I stood up, and you locked your arms and legs around me. I walked you over to the bed and dropped you there. You moved your hand up and asked, “What do you want?”

As I grabbed your hands and held them together, I ripped your panties down with my other hand.

“No sex,” you reminded me.

I kissed you deeply as our tongues danced around, and I moved over to nibble on your neck and ear.

“I remember the rules,” I whispered as I kissed my way down over your breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other. I continued my erotic assault down your body until I discovered that you had shaved smooth for the occasion. I took full advantage of your sensitive skin, and you shuddered with every stroke.

You raised your legs with the welcome acceptance I had been waiting for as I licked and sucked, making myself right at home. I felt your hands on my head, pushing as you ground against my mouth.

Soft moans escaped your lips. “Don't stop; please, don't stop.”

I slid a finger inside and felt you grip it tightly, making me work hard to move it in and out. I had never felt anything that tight! I turned my finger and started to massage your G-spot; as I was sucking on your clit, your moans got louder, turning into soft screams. Your body was convulsing and shaking, and I could feel waves and waves of warm fluid racing over my fingers as I worked them in and out. With a firm push on the back of my head, holding me in place for what seemed like hours, you tensed up and then collapsed on the bed.

I kissed my way back up and felt every shudder as I touched your hypersensitive skin, finally meeting your lips one last time. You could taste the mix of us on my lips.

You looked up, noticed my raging hard-on, and told me to take out my cock.

“I want to watch you jerk off.”

I slipped off the sexy underwear and started to slowly stroke for you. Seeing that I was dry, you reached down with your hand and shared your all-natural Astro glide. When you brought your warm hand up to apply it with a stroke or two, I couldn’t hold back. I came with a force like I had not felt in years.

As we cleaned up, I thanked you for the wonderful birthday gift and your amazing friendship.

I now wear my shirt almost daily, and for some reason, you kept the silky red underwear. I can only fantasize you are wearing them and thinking about me.