My UMD friend is not only gorgeous, but she is very thoughtful and kind. She is also game for almost anything WAM-related- almost.
In our back-and-forths with each other I had mentioned to her that I had a milestone birthday coming up and was feeling glum about it.
"When is it?" she asked me.
"In two months," I said.
"I'd like to do something special for you," she said. "Why don't you come out here to visit me? I'll help make your birthday like no other one you've ever had."
Well, that's intriguing, I thought. "Give me about a week," I said.
Four days later, I told her that I'd do it, even though I lived clear across the country from her. I had always dreamed about sharing a WAM experience with her- she knew that- but I didn't know what to expect.
Arrangements made to take time off from work, I decided that I'd better be in a little better shape. I hit the gym almost every day, watched what I ate, and in two months had dropped nearly twenty pounds. I had sent her a picture or two of myself, and I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed- I would best describe myself as, well, homely with dignity (LOL)
She had given me her home address and phone number, and I arrived in her part of the country three days before my birthday arrived. We spoke for a while the first dat I arrived, and she told me that she would have a surprise waiting for me when I arrived there.
The days passed in no time, and all of a sudden, the day had arrived. I found her address without any difficulty, but I was extremely nervous as I stood at her door. She looked outstanding in a black t-shirt and Daisy Dukes; I was in a polo shirt and jeans, although I had a change of clothes in the rental car in case we were going somwhere special. We were, but I didn't have to go anywhere.
She gave me a big hug, and asked me in. We had a wonderful lunch as we got to finally meet each other, and she said, "Let me get you your presents." Presents, I thought? how nice.
She gave me a envelope first, and it was tickets for the Triple A affiliate of the baseball team I root for. I told her I was staying for a week, and the tickets were for two days from now, when they would be returning from a road trip.
She then gave me a box. "Open it," she said.
I did, and it was a t-shirt from that team, plus a pair of shorts.
"Thank you," I said, hugging her. "That was so thoughtful."
She said to me, "Try them on."
I did, and they fit perfectly.
"Oh, i almost forgot," she said. "We haven't had dessert! We'll have it outside, but yiu have to close your eyes." She took my hand, and we went into her backyard.
"OK," she said, "You can open your eyes now."
I was stunned. There was an inflatable swimming pool filled with whipped cream. I can't even imagine how long it took her to fill it up with cream.
"Here, have a taste," she said, and pushed me into the pool, laughing.
I lost my footing, and I was face down in the pool. I cleared me eyes out, and I was able to taste not only whipped cream, but vanilla pudding as well! The expense she must have goneas through to do this must have been staggering, not to mention the time involved.
"Well, I'm joining you," she said. "You've always fantasized about wrestling with me, so let's go!" She took off her sandals, plus her ankle bracelet, and joined me in the ring. Before long, we were grappling with each other, and she soon had me in a headlock, then pinned me, as my head was buried in whipped cream and pudding. "Oh, you're going to get it now," I said to her as I soon had her pinned. I dunked her head in a spot where the whipped cream had built up, and she emerged seconds later, her perfect hair and makeup ruined. She cleared her eyes out, slicked back her hair, and she grabbed a can of whipped cream that was on the side of the pool sprayed it on my head, and began giving me a whipped cream shampoo and facial. She then took the waistband of my shorts, pulled it out, and sprayed whipped cream down there. She had to empty half a can down there, and it felt soooo good! she then rubbed the rest of the whipped cream over my shorts, and if it wasn't for the fact that my head and face were covered in whipped cream, she would have seen how red my face was!
"My turn now," I said, as I picked her up, placed her down, and covered her from head to toe in the whipped cream and pudding mixture. She let me caress her amazing butt in whipped cream, then she handed me another can of whipped cream that she had and said, "Do whatever you want."
I took the nozzle, pulled open the waistband of her Daisy Dukes, and sprayed whipped cream down it. I also did the same to the back of them, then rubbed it around for good measure. I coved the back of her t-shirt with cream, and I found out she wasn't wearing a bra- she has such amazing breasts that even though she's small up top, she doesn't wear one often- they are incredible!
I pulled up her t-shirt, squirted moe cream there, then rubbed it over her back. By now we wern't wrestling as much as it was really erotic caressing each other- it felt so nice!
I asked her if she would like her shoulders massaged, and she said, "That would be nice."
I did, and it felt so good doing that- it was everything I ever dreamed about. "Mmmmm," she said, as I slipped my hands around her waist and began giving her a creamy massage there, too. I got to her belly, and I started to play withher belly button jewelry.
"You really like that, don't you?" she asked, and i had to admit that I did. Then she let me caress her breasts through her t-shirt, and it was so divine!
Then she startted to massage me all over, and after that we collapsed in each other's arms, two completely unrecognizable cream-covered lumps.
She hugged me and gave me an incredible kiss on the mouth, saying, "I'll bet you never had a birthday present like that before," she said, as we hosed each other down and hosed out the inflatable pool, too. Oh, what a sight the backyard looked like! Then she led me over to the hot tub, as we had a glass of wine with each other.
"No, I haven't," I said. "I can hardly wait for next year!"
And that's how my UMD friend gave me a birthday I'll never forget.