Hannah's Birthday

Hannah stood in the hotel bathroom, adjusting the new black lace bra she'd purchased only a few days earlier. The thin lace strained under the weight of her full d-cup breasts causing her pink nipples to harden and poke through the soft material. She pulled the pair of matching lace thong panties out of her bag and snapped the shop rosa-blanca.ru off before stepping into them and sliding the impossibly thin waistband up over her thick thighs and curvy hips. It had been years since she'd shaved her pussy and the soft black lace felt incredible as it pulled tight against the smooth skin of her bald slit. She leaned against the counter as she slipped on her thigh high stockings, sheer black with an elastic lace top, sighing as she felt the soft material hugging every inch of her smooth pale legs.

She turned back to the mirror, adjusting her cat's eye glasses and tossling her shoulder length black hair as she admired her reflection. "You've still got it, babe..." she whispered to herself, smiling as her hand slid down her body, fingers tracing her soft full breasts and round tummy. At 43 years old Hannah knew that these days she could definitely be classified as a BBW. The role of "suburban mom" had changed her body, not just having given birth to her two children but years of being a housewife and mother had led to the complete neglect of her once rigorous work out regimen. Over the past decade and a half her body had thickened up, the once athletic 24 year old had transformed into a curvy voluptuous woman.

She loved the way she looked, loved her thick thighs, curvy ass and full heavy breasts. She'd even come to adore the look of her soft round tummy. Hannah felt confident and womanly as she admired herself in the mirror, like renaissance nobility, soft and feminine. The new lingerie looked amazing on her and she was sure her husband would think so too. Her and Peter's sex life had started out hot and heavy, the way she was sure all marriages did but over the years their sex had become more end more infrequent and she was worried that her husband now viewed her only as a 'mom.' She shuddered at that word. Hannah loved her children and was proud to be their mother but hated the way that her husband and the other men she regularly interacted with seemed to now regard her as a complete non-sexual entity. Just another "mom."

That was why she was so excited when a few days earlier, Peter had surprised her by arranging for the two of them to spend the night of her birthday at a hotel in the city. She'd gone out to Victoria's Secret that day while he was at work and picked out her new sexy outfit, hoping that the evening would lead to round of much needed hotel birthday sex. She had been so horny lately. In the last six months she'd taken to using her pink vibrator three and sometimes four times a day, using every moment of solitude she could find to get herself off. Peter was usually so wiped out from his day at work that he'd crash out early leaving time for Hannah to slip into the shower with her wonderful toy and finish the day with an intense orgasm or two as the hot water cascaded down her soft supple body. She always came so hard with her vibrator but lately she had been longing for the touch of a man, his hands, mouth and cock in total service of her wild feminine desires. Tonight was going to be incredible, a prolonged night of pure sexual gratification from her husband and his beautiful hard dick.

That night they'd gone out to a lovely dinner at one of her favorite restaurants and afterwards she and Peter had hit up a few bars, getting more tipsy and flirty as the night progressed. They had made out in the cab on the way back to the hotel, something they hadn't done since their 20's, lusty groping as the car sped through the night and they kissed deeply. Upon arriving back at the room she'd seen the sexual excitement in his eyes as she told him she needed to slip into something a bit more comfortable. She told him to wait on the bed before stepping into the bathroom and closed the door. She had slipped into her new outfit in seconds and after touching up her make up she winked at her reflection before shutting off the light and stepping out into the room. She felt butterflies of excitement in her stomach and her pussy tingled with anticipation as she cocked her hip suggestively to one side and leaned against the door frame.

"I hope it was worth the wait..." she purred as her eyes adjusted to the room's low lighting. Her pulse was racing with pent up sexual energy as she traced her fingers down her ample cleavage but then her heart sank as her ears were met with Peter's deep snoring. He lay on the bed in his black boxers, passed out.

Hannah sighed.

'Well that's just great...' She thought, suddenly feeling ridiculous in her sexy new lingerie.

It wasn't his fault. She knew how hard he worked supporting their family and that he didn't have the same energy that he did back when they were younger but it was still disappointing just the same. She had been so looking forward to this evening, to feeling her husband ravage her, making her cum over and over as she rode his hard cock. She'd been so horny all week anticipating their night together but now she wished that she'd remembered to bring her little pink vibrator along. Alas, it was still at home in the back of her bedside table drawer. She could wake him up... but Hannah knew that once he was out, he was out for the night.

She sighed again, feeling defeated.

'I guess that's it. Another night of watching TV until I pass out.'

She slumped and made her way back into the bathroom, flipping on the light and staring into the mirror at her sulking reflection. She considered undressing and putting on her pajamas but the thought made her feel sad. "No. You know what?" She whispered to herself. "It's your birthday. So maybe you don't get to have sex but you at least deserve another drink." She nodded to herself and wriggled back into her short black skirt. She brushed her hair out and pulled on her white blouse, leaving it unbuttoned just low enough to leave her cleavage exposed. Peter snored away loudly as she slid on her black heels, grabbed her phone and the room's key card from the dresser before stepping out into the hallway and taking the elevator down to the hotel bar.

The lobby was completely deserted at this late hour other than the front desk worker who looked up from his computer and smiled at her politely. Hannah stepped through the French double doors into the bar finding it nearly as empty as the lobby. She sat down on a stool at the corner and the bartender made her way over.

"Good evening, Miss. What can I get you?"

Hannah looked up at the young brunette, smartly dressed in black slacks, a white button up and a black tie and smiled.

"Oh... a glass of Chardonnay I guess." Hannah sighed.

"Right away." The server said grabbing a wine glass from the rack.

'Chardonnay? Ugh... such an unimaginative "mom" drink.' Hannah thought. 'No! That's not even what I want. I'm only ordering it out of habit...'

"Excuse me..." She said as the bartender looked up. "Sorry... I'm on auto pilot. I don't want that. Cancel it."

The bartender smiled and re corked the wine bottle in her hands. "No problem, can I get you something else?"

"Yeah..." Hannah said, her gaze running over the row of liquor bottles lined up behind the bar. "Hmmm... I don't know... It's my birthday. I feel like I should have something special."

"Well happy birthday." The bartender said. "Did you do anything fun tonight?"

Hannah shrugged. "Yeah... kind of. My husband and I went out for dinner and drinks... it was great but... now he's asleep."

The bartender laughed. "Oh... sorry to hear that. Well then, you definitely need something strong then..."

"I agree!" Hannah laughed. "I don't know though... I don't drink that often. Can you just make me something good. With rum?"

"Absolutely! One glass of Janet's fancy rum punch coming up. I'm Janet by the way."

"Thanks Janet." Hannah smiled as the bartender began pulling bottles and filling a tall glass.

A few moments later she placed a tall tumbler full of bright orange colored juice in front of her, the glass adorned with pineapple, an orange slice and a small pink paper umbrella.

"There you go. Happy birthday. Let me know if you need anything else." Janet said and Hannah thanked her. She leaned in and placed the straw between her lips and blinked with surprise at how strong the drink was. She took another sip, it was just what she needed, something light and sweet and incredibly strong.

As she sipped her drink she took out her phone and lazily scrolled through Instagram. After a few minutes she realized that her glass was empty and she looked up to catch Janet's attention but without a prompt the bartender placed another large rum punch in front of her.

"Ha ha ha, was it that obvious?" She asked and Janet smiled.

"You looked like you'd want another. Plus those gentlemen heard you say it was your birthday and wanted to buy you a round." Janet said nodding towards the back of the room.

Hannah turned to see two young clean cut guys sitting at one of the tall high top tables smiling. She held up her glass and nodded to them before turning back to Janet. "Well that's nice of them, thanks." She leaned in and whispered, "I'm not all that familiar with bar etiquette, do I have to go talk to them now?"

Janet laughed, "Not if you don't want to. They've been here for a while, I don't think they're creeps or anything... just bored."

Hannah took a long pull from her straw, her head spun slightly, already feeling the effects.

'Yeah, well that makes three of us...' She thought, looking back down at her Instagram feed, packed almost entirely with useless advertisements.

Did she maybe want to go talk to those guys? Not particularly, but it wasn't like the social media had anything to offer her. Part of her just wanted to slink back to her room and crawl into bed beside Peter under the cloud of reliable disappointment she'd become too familiar with and go to sleep. Suddenly her feeling of confidence returned, she remembered how sexy she felt wearing her new underwear just moments earlier in the bathroom mirror.

'Y'know what? No. Fuck it.' She thought. 'If Peter was too tired to pay attention to me then perhaps these guys would. It might be nice to chat with some hunky guys and maybe flirt a bit...'

She stood up, taking care not to wobble, grabbing her glass and sauntering over to the guy's table.

"Well thanks for the birthday drink, boys." She said with a giggle, realizing she was a bit more tipsy that she'd originally thought. "So what brings you two to the bar tonight?"

"Just hanging out. Having sone drinks... would you like to join us?" The blond guy asked with a friendly grin.

"Don't mind if I do." Hannah said as she sat in one of the vacant chairs. The guys were incredibly handsome. Tall and athletic with smooth skin and big smiles. The blond introduced himself as Ryan and the one with the spikey brown hair was named Kevin. Kevin explained that they were in the city for a basketball tournament and that the rest of their teammates had all gone out clubbing for the night.

"So why didn't you two join them?" Hannah asked, taking another pull from the straw.

The guys both blushed and looked at each other before Ryan answered.

"Ha ha ha, well, to be honest..." He leaned in, lowering his voice. "We're the only ones on the team who aren't 21 yet."

Hannah laughed. "Oh my! Wait, but how come they serve you here?"

"We travel a lot for tournaments and we've found that hotel bars tend to be a little more....relaxed when it comes to checking ID." Kevin said quietly.

Hannah laughed again and this time the guys joined her.

"So what brings you to the bar alone at midnight?" Ryan asked her and she explained that it was her birthday and after a wonderful night of dinner and drinks with her husband, he'd gone off to bed leaving her to her own devices.

"Dude, that sucks!" Kevin blurted out before taking another sip of his cocktail.

"Oh it's no big deal...really, I don't mind." she said. "But I wasn't ready to go to sleep so I thought I'd come down and have a drink or two...so... yeah."

The guys shared a look between them before Ryan said, "Well, all I know is if I had a hot wife like you I'd never get any sleep!"

Hannah laughed again, covering her mouth, shocked by his forwardness. She could feel herself blush as the guys chuckled.

'A hot wife like me.' She thought to herself. 'But it's true... I am a little bit hot. And it's nice that someone finally noticed.'

"Well thank you, that's very flattering but I'm probably old enough to be your mother." She said politely, stirring her drink with her straw.

"Yeah, my incredibly HOT mother..." Kevin said and the three of them cracked up laughing.

Hannah noticed that the excited tingle had returned, her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies as she felt her nipples stiffen against her lacy bra. It felt good having the young guys compliment her. Her confidence had suddenly returned and she sat up straight, feeling their eyes fall upon her full heavy breasts pressing against her tight white blouse.

"So how old ARE you guys anyway?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow and the boys both blushed, their smooth cheeks flushed a bright pink as they looked down at their drinks sheepishly.

"Well I'm 20," Ryan said "But Kevin is only 19."

"But I'll be 20 in three months!" Kevin interjected defensively causing her to giggle.

'Wow.' She thought. '19 and 20...that's pretty young.'

She smiled as the boys told her about themselves, jabbering on excitedly as she smiled and listened. She couldn't remember the last time a hot young guy looked at her the way that they were in that moment. And they were very hot. Ryan wore faded jeans and a tight baby blue t-shirt that accented his crystal blue eyes and showed off his broad chest and muscular arms. His blond hair was short and parted to the side while Kevin's was brown and spiked up with hair gel. Kevin was tall and lean, wearing skinny black jeans with a tight black Metallica t-shirt and although not as muscular as Ryan he was fit, youthful and sexy. Ryan was clearly the more outgoing of the two but Kevin had a shy, charming, laid back quality that reminded her of the guys she used to date before she got married.

"Last call!" Janet shouted into the deserted bar and Ryan hopped up, pointing to her nearly empty glass.

"Want one more? I'm buying." He said with a flirty smile.

"Oh... yeah, why not? I'll have one more. It is my birthday after all." She said. "Thanks."

Ryan hustled over to the bar leaving Hannah alone at the table with Kevin.

"So... nineteen, huh?" She said with a giggle. "That's a fun age. I bet you have lots of girlfriends."

Kevin blushed again stirring the ice cubes in his glass. "Yeah.. I mean no... not really. Like, I HAD a girlfriend but we broke up a few weeks ago. I dunno... she was a little too.... Immature for me."

"Oh so you prefer more mature women do you?" Hannah asked with a knowing smile, her heart racing, delighted at how bashful her words were making him. Seeing him blush and awkwardly try to explain himself as she listened and his knee brushed against her's under the table.

"NO! I mean, well yeah... I guess... I mean, I wasn't trying to hit on you! I was just, like, I didn't..."

She placed her hand on his and he looked up at her hopefully.

"Ha ha ha, it's ok... I was just fooling around. I liked hearing you say that." She said soothingly, watching the relief wash over him.

"I mean, obviously you're smoking hot but like, I'm not trying to hit on you or be disrespectful, I know you're married and here with your husband..." The boy stammered as she slowly pulled her hand back, his words giving her pause. What was she doing? Sitting at a bar and flirting with teenagers while her husband slept upstairs? Was she a bad person? She suddenly felt guilty and embarrassed, like she should say good night and head back up to her room. That would be the responsible thing to do, the thing a married mom should do. But there was that word again, "mom." Wasn't she more than just that word? Didn't she deserve a bit of flirty attention from some handsome young guys on her birthday? It wasn't like anyone in her life showed her that kind of attention these days, so what was wrong with enjoying herself a bit? Anyway, it was just flirting, right?

She snapped back to reality and looked into Kevin's dark brown eyes. "So you think I'm smoking hot, do you?"

Kevin laughed quietly as she brushed her knee against his again.

"Yes. I do." He suddenly became very serious as he gazed into her eyes. "You honestly look like one of my fantasies come to life. Sorry. Was that weird of me to say?"

"No..." She said sliding her hand over his, her heart swelling from flattery. "It's really nice to hear... I..."

Just then Ryan clunked their three drinks down on the table and she pulled her hand back from Kevin's.

"Here we go!" Ryan said. Had he seen them? Hannah felt energized, excitement swelling in her chest as she breathed deeply. She felt hot all over, like someone had turned the heat up in the room and she took a long sip from her third cool rum punch. This was so exciting, this was all so out of character for her and she loved the way neither guy could keep their eyes off of her body.

They continued chatting, laughing as the alcohol coursed through them, talking loudly and enjoying each other's company.

'This is fine.' She thought. 'I'm not doing anything wrong, it's just flirty chat, right? It's all very innocent and...'

Suddenly Hannah felt a hand caress her bare knee under the table and the sensation of another man's hand on her skin sent a rush through her. Hannah assumed it must have been Ryan's hand but couldn't be sure and more than that, she didn't care. She instinctively parted her legs, pushing her knee against the young man's hand, her heart racing as he slipped his palm higher, caressing the inside of her soft thigh. She imagined how she would replay that feeling in her mind when she massaged her pussy with her slippery fingers in the shower later. The boys kept talking but she wasn't listening anymore, staring at their mouths as they yammered on, suddenly aware of how wet she was. Her smooth pussy was pulsing with arousal, soaking the lace of her tiny panties as she shifted in her seat, imagining how hard the boys must be. Then another hand. This one on her right thigh (probably Kevin's hand), slowly stroking her smooth skin, sliding up under the hem of her skirt. She nodded as though listening to the boys as they talked about their basketball tournament, a shudder causing her to inhale sharply and lean back in her chair, her full luscious breasts straining against the buttons of her blouse. She was shocked by how horny she was, spreading her thighs wider as each boy stroked her thick thighs as she smiled lustily, nodding along with their conversation. She was breathing heavily, feeling the effects of the drinks but more than that, the effects of her overwhelming arousal. The guys had stopped talking, focused more on feeling up her legs under the table and staring into her eyes. Without thinking her hands found their way to her heaving chest, grasping her large boobs through her top, squeezing gently and smiling as their mouths hung open in amazement. She could see the arousal on their faces as she drained her glass, both guys looking intensely at her as though they were waiting for her instructions.

'Be careful, hot mommy,' she thought to herself. 'You're dangerously close to doing something you might regret...'

Janet flipped the bar lights up and down. "Alright guys, we gotta close up. Time to call it a night."