Wet Miranda’s Birthday Surprise

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“Miranda, please don’t spend any money on me. I don’t need a gift.” Tom argued with me.
“But Tom, I want to make your birthday extra special. This is the first time you’ve had a birthday since we started dating.”

“Miranda, I’m serious. Don’t waste any money on me. My dream birthday is just having over three or four friends, watching the Heat play basketball, playing poker, and drinking beer.”

“That’s it?” I asked him. “You can’t think of a single book, CD, or video game you would like?”

“Miranda, I have all the material stuff I need. I don’t need anything. Please, I know you sometimes have trouble saving money, and I really don’t want you to spend a cent on my birthday. If you really must, you can make me a cake and we’ll have it when my friends come over next week.”

“That’s it Tom? Your dream birthday party is Beer, Basketball, Poker, and a homemade birthday cake?” I responded.

“That’s it. That would make me so happy.”

“I’ll bet I can make your birthday party more special than that, Tom.” I said with a wicked gleam in my eye. I was already planning and plotting a very sexy surprise for him.

“O.K., whatever, just don’t waste your hard earned cash on me please.” Tom insisted.

“Oh I won’t Tom. I promise I won’t spend one penny on your party.”

“Good, thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom.” I replied, and I gave him a long lingering kiss on his lips.

His birthday was on Saturday night, so I had four days to prepare. I called my friend Julie the next day, and asked if she would be interested in coming over to Tom’s birthday party.

“Sure, what time, Miranda?” Julie said over the phone. I told her to come around 5:00 to help me prepare. She happened to be a pastry chef at a good Miami Beach restaurant, and I knew she would be able to make a much better cake than I would. She also had three other qualities I especially was looking for; she was incredibly attractive, she was very outgoing, and she was also very kinky. I had heard her tell me many tales of her sexual exploits, and I barely believed them all.

Tom was sitting on the black leather sofa when I arrived at his apartment at 4:00 on his birthday. He was drinking a bottle of Corona with a lime in it. I opened my purse and pulled out four cards.

“What are those, honey?” Tom asked me, probably surprised to see four birthday cards instead of just one.

“The top one is your birthday card, and the next three are your birthday gifts. Open up the cards, Tom.” I told him.

“Miranda, I told you not to get me gifts. What are those, gift cards for stores?”

“Tom, I kept my promise, the gifts didn’t cost a thing. O.K., I spent $1.00 on a few envelopes, sorry.”

He had a puzzled expression on his face. He picked up the top envelope, which was white. He ripped it open, and there was a simple hand-written note from me that read “Dear Tom. Happy birthday, lover. I want to make it very special. There are three envelopes on the table. Don’t open them yet; I will tell you when to open them. Love, Miranda.” It was written in red ink.

He gave me a kiss on the lips and thanked me for the cards.

At 5:00 the doorbell rang. It was my friend Julie. I opened the door to a tall stunning blonde with extremely large natural breasts. Her long blonde wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she had on dark red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She was wearing a red short sleeve button down blouse and a medium length black skirt, along with black high heels. Her legs were bare with no pantyhose on.

I gave her a hug and invited her into the living room. Tom greeted her, and stared at her figure for a second. I’m sure he would have liked to look at her even longer, but he was no doubt afraid that I would get upset. Unlike many women, I do not get jealous when my boyfriend appreciates other female bodies; in fact, I strongly encourage it. Tom had a hard time believing this, because his previous girlfriend had not approved of this at all.

I led her upstairs into Tom’s den, and we sat down on wicker chairs and started to go over the details of the party. We had sketched out our plan over the phone, but now that we were in person we were able to really fine tune the strategy to make his birthday party incredible.

I asked her what she was wearing under her red blouse. “Nothing!” she said while giggling. This was off to a great start, I thought.

I had on a very sexy white lacy bra under my plain black t-shirt, but I liked her way of thinking, so I removed my shirt and bra, and then put the shirt back on over my bare breasts.

I had remembered seeing an advertisement in the local alternative newspaper for topless bartenders. They were available for bachelor parties, frat parties, or whatever other occasions there were for men to gather and have topless women serve them alcohol all night. The price was pretty steep, though, and I knew I couldn’t buy that for Tom. So Julie and I were going to provide that service for free. This was Tom’s first gift.

I heard the door downstairs open and close a few times. Tom had invited five of his friends over; Robert, Patrick, Carry, Joe and Hiroshi. I had a little history with the first four; on Super-Bowl Sunday this year I played a little game with them. To make a long story short, I derailed there plans to watch the game by offering them a strip show, lap-dances, and hand-jobs. I had only met Hiroshi a few times, and didn’t know him very well. Joe was a tall blonde with a crew-cut. He was the most annoying of Tom’s friends; always quoting stupid lines from movies, giving people high fives, and getting extremely wasted. Carry was a heavy-set guy with long brown hair who was generally pleasant to be around. Robert was the classic tall dark handsome stranger, a six foot tall well groomed gentleman. He was from Puerto Rico. Unfortunately, he was usually obnoxious; I couldn’t decide who bothered me more between him and Joe. Patrick was O.K. He was shorter than average, with short brown hair. He was really into sports, and always talking about them. Hiroshi was also on the short side, with short dark hair and Asian features. He was a Japanese American, born and raised in Miami. He seemed pretty friendly, but I barely knew him.

I came downstairs to greet the guys and take the cake out of the oven. It looked great; it was chocolate cake with a thick butter-cream frosting. The guys were all deeply engrossed in the Miami Heat game. They were playing some team with blue uniforms, I had absolutely no idea who, and I didn’t really care either. Everyone said a friendly “Hello” to me. The guys were eating a bunch of junk food; Doritos, beef jerky, Oreos, and pretzel sticks. Everyone was drinking beer. I saw Tom start to go to the fridge for another beer, and I told him to sit down.

“I’m just getting a beer, Miranda.”

“Tom, sit down and open your first gift. You won’t have to get up to get a beer, trust me. The rest of the night the beer will come to you and your friends.” I told him while I held his hand.

Puzzled, he sat back down on the sofa and opened the first envelope.

Inside there was a piece of paper that said “I want this to be a very special birthday, so I have arranged a treat for you and your buddies. I know everyone will appreciate this gift. I have arranged for a topless bartending service to wait on the six of you all night. All you have to do is sit down and relax as attractive women bring you beer on demand all night, along with anything else you might want from the refrigerator or bar. If anyone wants absolutely anything to eat or drink, they can just relax and order the bare-chested waitresses to get it, as long as it is something you have in the kitchen.”

I savored the surprised look on my boyfriend’s face as he read my note.

“What did she give you?” Robert asked.

“Miranda, that costs a lot of money, I thought I told you not to spend anything on my birthday!” Tom reacted.

“What is it, dude?” Joe asked Tom.

“Umm…Miranda hired some umm…topless waitress service, I guess.”

“Fuckin’ A!” Joe said loudly.

The faces of all the guys lit up when they heard about Tom’s birthday gift.

“Miranda, how much was that? I really appreciate the thought, believe me, but I’ll pay you back for it.”

“Tom, I kept my promise.”

“But how did you keep your promise unless…NO WAY! You can’t be serious.”

Most of the guys put two and two together and realized what was about to happen. I’m not sure if Joe was bright enough to figure it out, though. Robert yelled out “Dude, she’s the topless waitress! All right! Fuck yeah! But she said ‘waitresses’ plural. Who else is going to serve us?”

Julie must have been listening to the conversation from upstairs, because she descended the steps right at that moment and said “Hello, boys!”

The men stared right at her chest, unable to believe there good fortune. Her breasts were much larger than mine, and I felt a twinge of jealousy when I realized that she was probably going to get more stares than I was. We had planned out the timing of the shirt removal part of this gift, and we stood side by side in front of the teak wood coffee table. The six guys just stared at us in disbelief as we quickly shed our shirts. Mine was off first, since it was just a t-shirt that I had to remove over my head. Julie took a few seconds longer since she had to unbutton her red blouse. We both stood still for a minute, letting the men get their first good look of our bare breasts. I absolutely loved the attention, and I know that Julie loved it too.

“Well, men, what do you all want to drink?” I asked the group of six.

“Miranda, you are crazy!” Tom said.

I knew he wouldn’t be upset with me, since he loves showing off my body to his friends. Our relationship is open enough that he knew all about my Super-Bowl Sunday with some of his friends, and he approved of it.

Joe immediately took us up on our offer. “I’ll take a Bud, some wine cheese and crackers, and a bowl of popcorn.” He knew full well that we hadn’t made any popcorn yet, so he was obviously testing us.

“Just a Corona, honey. Wow, thank you! I love you, Miranda.” Tom said.

“Stop getting all mushy in front of us!” Joe shouted to Tom.

“May I please have a Bud too?” Carry asked politely.

“Sure. Anything to eat?” Julie asked our third customer.

“I’ll just have what everyone else is having.”

“C’mon, dude, get whatever you want, that’s what waitresses are for!” Robert informed Carry.

“O.K. I don’t know what you have in the refrigerator, though.”

“I’ll go look!” Julie replied.

Patrick asked for a Rum and Coke, which was not a problem with Tom’s well stocked bar. Hiroshi asked for a Corona with Lime.

We walked back to the kitchen to prepare the food and drinks. Julie made the Rum and Coke and opened the beers, and I made the popcorn and cheese and cracker platter. I put a few beers in the freezer to make them extra cold for the next round.

We walked back to the men and served them. Julie made sure to get extra close to their faces as she bent down and served them what they had ordered. I placed the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table, and made a show of shaking my tits as I walked back to the kitchen to get the birthday cake.

Julie was giggling hysterically as we sliced the cake. She placed candle in the cake and spoke to me in a quiet voice, “Wait till he gets his second gift! Or should I say wait till they all get THEIR second gift! They’re gonna flip out when that happens.”

I asked her what she was wearing under her black skirt.

“A pink thong.” She let me know. “And what is under your shorts, Miranda?”

“A pair of white lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret. Tom bought it for me as a Valentine’s Day gift. They are really soft.”

“I brought a toy, too.” Julie told me as she reached into her purse which was sitting on the bar. She surprised me when she pulled out a long slim pink vibrator. She turned it on to demonstrate the power of the toy, and I felt its strong vibrations in my hand.

We grabbed the next round of beers from the freezer and served the men. When they were not placing orders for food or drinks we sat down on the love seat and let the men look at our bodies. They did this quite often; although I’m sure they looked at Julie more than they looked at me. They had no idea what was coming next.

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