This story is for Wizzy.. Don’t forget Christmas

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I could feel the sweat drip down my body as I stood in the middle of the room with a heavy winter coat on and plush winter boots. I looked up at the clock. It was getting closer and closer to when she would arrive.  

What would she think? Would she laugh her ass off or be so shocked that she would just sit there? Would she take one look, walk out the door, and never talk to me again? I had no answers to my questions, but they were about to be answered as I watch a car pull up into my driveway.  

I watched as she stepped out of the car and put on her Stetson. Damn she looked good in that thing. I gulped down a cold glass of water as I continued to watch her. It felt like hours as she stepped up the stairs to my front door.

I yelled for her to come on in, which she did.  She stood there with a curious look on her face.  

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered. She smiled and stepped into the room. “Go sit down.” I said as I pointed to an empty chair placed into the middle of the room. I watched her slowly made her way to the chair. 

“Remember what you wanted for your birthday?” I asked as I walked to the radio. I waited to see if you had remembered that conversation we had several weeks ago. You shake your head and I smile. “Let’s see. How do I remind you?” 

I flipped on the radio and walked to the middle of the room right in front of you. The beat started slowly and I began to sway my hips. “The only thing I couldn’t get was the pole.” I saw your eyes widen as you remember what was said. 

Now just watch and enjoy your present… 

I closed my eyes to settle my nerves. I have never done anything like this in my life, but I had given my word… 

The beat picked up and I just let my mind wonder as I began to unsnap the top of my coat. After a few buttons were opened I pulled open the coat and bent down to give you a peek of what may be hidden. I knew you couldn’t see anything because I had on a button down jean shirt on underneath. I turned around and bent over to begin unsnapping from the bottom. I knew you were watching my ass as it swayed to the music.  

I stood up and turned slightly to look you in the eye. I could see the excitement and the shock there.  

I shook my shoulders and let the coat drop to the middle of my back. I heard you giggle as you finally noticed the shirt I had on.  I dropped the coat all the way to the floor. My body now covered by an old pair of blue jeans, jean shirt and boots.  

I turned back around to face you and I ran my hands over my body feeling the material with my very sweaty palms. I reached for my belt and unbuckled it and with one hard pull, I flung it across the room. The sound of it crashing into a lamp didn’t stop me from my show.  

I turned back around and leaned over to take off my boots. Have you ever tried to take off a pair of cowboy boots standing up? It’s harder than shit, especially if they are new. I pulled and tugged and swore, but I kept time with the music. I’m good I know it. As I was doing this, I realized the jeans I had on were really, really tight as I had but on some weight since the last time I wore them. They stretched and I could feel them wanting to rip down the center. Why I didn’t go on a diet long ago is beyond me. Just as I had finally gotten my foot partway out, I heard it, and then I felt it. My pants gave out. I reached behind me and covered my butt. “OOOPPPPSS.” 

I heard you trying not to laugh but I know once you started it was all over with. I couldn’t help but start giggling as well. So for about five minutes we both got lost in the laughter. 

“I guess I could stop, but I must keep my word.” I finally said.  

I was finally able to pull my feet free from the boots. I kicked one, one way and the other in the opposite direction. I didn’t even flinch when one landed on a shelf next to my dolphins and the other knocked over a plant, sending dirt everywhere.  

I bent over once again, but didn’t have as much trouble as I did before. I could actually breathe and not pass out. I pulled off my socks and twirled them over my head. I let them go and lucky for me they didn’t hit anything but the floor. 

I slowly pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to unbutton them. When I reached the last one that held the material together in between my beast I stopped. I heard you groan. I laughed to myself.  

I undid the button to my pants and pushed the zipper down. I swayed my hips and pushed down my pants to my knees. I knew if I stood up you would get a glimpse of underwear. I knew that is what you wanted to see, but I knew the underwear you were gonna see wasn’t anything exciting as I don’t wear a g-string or thong.  Yep I wear those granny pants that cover ever last fat inch of skin on my ass. 

I stood up and stepped out of the jeans. My shirt blocked a lot of your view so I undid the last button, but before I took off my shirt, I once again turned my back to you. I move as if I was drying my back with a towel before I flung the shirt over to you. I must have had good aim with the shirt because when I turned around your head was covered. I stood there giggling as you pulled it off. You raised an eyebrow at me as I stood in front of you with my yellow granny undies and my hands covering my boobs.  

“One last thing to uncover,” I said as I raise my hands over my head and let my boobs drop. I was very happy the bright blue bows I had stuck to my nipples didn’t fall off.  

“Happy Birthday Stud!”

I hope you have an awesome birthday this year my friend. I hope all your dreams come true and your every wish comes to you. Don’t you never ever change who you are. You are someone special and someone who I love very much! 

T 

If you were thinking you were going to get a real dance let me work on that. I’m shy remember…

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