Today is the day.
It's your birthday.
And you will get the best present of all.
You'd put up the decorations, and set out all the sweet treats for the party.
You have your cute pink party hat sitting atop your well made up hair. A cute pink polka dot dress trailing down to thin white stockings and pink heeled shoes.
Now all that was left was for your guest to arrive. Ten minutes past the start time listed on his invitation he came knocking on the door.
Bucky had moved in only a short while ago, but he'd caught your eye the moment the truck had stopped in front of his driveway and he and some other men began unloading it.
When some of his mail was accidentally delivered to your mailbox, you saw that his name was James. On a day you'd been lucky enough to coax him into conversation he introduced himself as Bucky.
You were always too shy to actually talk to him, but today was the day you pulled him into your web.
He'd walked into your cutsie trap the moment he decided to step inside with a blue card in hand. A sweet little birthday surprise, and for him you have a surprise of your own.
Under your modest dress there was a tantalizing gift.
He's taken aback by your outfit as much as the party decor. Pink, pink and more pink. It's fucking everywhere and it almost makes his eyes hurt.
To top it off it's completely devoid of other party guests.
"Anybody else showing up?" He asks as he looks around the room.
"Well, You're the only one from the neighborhood I invited" he's the only one you invited, but he didn't need to know that.
"I didn't mean to be early"
"Your not" you kept your response monotone to hide how excited you really were that he showed up.
He took in your whole shtick. The pink, frilly, girly vibe. It was…odd, Striking him as a person he wouldn't regularly hang out with, but you were cute. Almost cute enough to reach out and pinch your cheek.
He felt a little bad for you, to be all alone on your birthday. Yet, he was sure someone else would turn up.
He takes a seat in the living room, eyeing all the goodies laid out for the party. He takes a taste of one of the cookies and is pleasantly surprised.
He'd expected a sugary knightmare, but was met with a mildly sweet almond cookie.
At least there was plenty of good food.
A well laid charcuterie tray, tons of pink frosted cupcakes, and cookies. All surrounding a pink cake.
He decided it would be worth it to stay, to make sure other people showed up.
But they were never going to, and you knew that.
You hated how much of a waste it would all become, but you had to sell the lie to keep him here.
"So how long have you lived in the neighborhood?"
He felt he needed to make small talk to keep the bitter silence from becoming awkward.
"Four years" you tap the toes of your shoes to the floor before continuing to speak.
"You moved in only a year ago."
"Yeah. Kinda surprised you'd invited me to be honest. We'd never really talked much before" he gestures between the two of you.
"Well, I don't normally invite neighbors to a private event, but I hadn't seen you at any of the neighborhood functions." You snag a loose curl of hair between your fingers to twirl between them nervously.
"I was afraid you'd been left out."
You were so sweet, he thought.
"Well, I don't know a lot of people here yet."
"Now you know me" you chirp back to him with a kind smile.
He smiles back just as warmly.
The minutes tick by, and the more he waits the sorrier he feels for you. The longer he sits the sorrier you feel for having planned this ruse, but it's nice to finally have a conversation with him.
It was more than you could have asked for to finally have his attention on you. Yet, it wasn't enough and the frilly pink lace of your hidden treat was beginning to burn into your skin with embarrassment. The whole plan seemed so much more clever on paper.
He starts to warm up to your aesthetic.
He thinks that you're like a little doll. All dressed up for an empty playroom.
But there are other womanly attributes you didn't hide.
When your dress rode up just a bit as you'd sit he could see the thicker top line when your stockings ended at your mid thigh. Or the little peek of cleavage you could show off. He nearly missed the small glimpse of lacy pink hiding behind the polka dots at the edge of your breast.
It interested him how you'd look if all that frilly pink was ripped away and that glossy lip liner was smeared down your face.
What face would you make if someone broke you like a little porcelain toy?
He had to shake the thoughts away, not wanting to taint your girly image.
After half an hour or so of light chit chat and moscato you finally give him an out.
In between giggles you pipe up with a "you know you don't have to stay since no one else will be showing up. I don't want to keep you too late." It's not a total lie. At some point in the evening your feet had grown cold after having gotten to spend time with him.
He stays seated in the chair, but is perched to stand and take his leave. For a moment he hesitates, and settles back down.
He looks back at you as you take off your silly party hat. He reaches in to place his wide warm hand on the top of your knee, giving it a small squeeze
"No one should be alone on their birthday" he says in his perfect charismatic way.
A small smile blooms from your lips.
You look back to the treats table, ogling all the food you'd slaved over and the big pink prize in the very center.
"Shall I cut the cake?"
"Go ahead. You're the birthday girl."
You leap from the sofa to fetch a knife to cut into another pink eyesore, this time in the form of soft creamy frosting and with a hidden chocolate twist on the inside.
You had to have chocolate.
He'd followed closely behind as you got it out of the drawer, only to stop you before you cut into the sweet confectionary.
"Don't wanna blow out your candles? Birthday girl has to have her candles."
You'd forgotten all about the little wax swirls perched at the top of the cake. It was sweet of him to remember.
He pulls out a dented zippo lighter, clicking back the lid and spinning the wheel until a little flame is born and the candles are lit. "Ok, make a wish, doll"
You preened at that new title, before shutting your eyes and thinking of your wish. You knew what you'd wanted the moment you slipped the invitation into his mailbox. You had laid out your plan from the very start, but a little bit of birthday luck never hurt.
You puff up your cheeks and blow the candles out. Bucky claps along and you give him a small curtsy as you giggle at him.
He hands you the knife back and you cut each of you a slice. "I would have assumed you'd pick strawberry."
"chocolate is best."
"I'm not complain'n." That smirk of his could kill you if given the chance.
Once the cake was eaten and the wine sipped dry you started to fear if you didn't make a move now he'd excuse himself and go home. Your nerves had won out on each chance you had, finding you really were a bit too modest to just rip your clothes off in front of a stranger. Fearing the inevitable rejection you had to do something to keep him here
"Hey, you wanna play a game?" It was a pathetic effort and you didn't think any farther than the question.
But instead of the zig, he zags.
"Sure. What'd you have in mind?"
You had a lot of things in mind but your next thought snaps to a lonely deck of playing cards in your kitchen drawer.
"I didn't get any party games, but I'd hate to not properly entertain my guest." You talk as you make your way into the kitchen and whip out the black and red deck.
"I'm actually having a lot of fun. Are you sure you wanna play as just the two of us?" He follows behind and leans on the frame of the archway as you shuffle the cards.
"Of course. I'm having a lot of fun too. I'd hate for the fun to be over already."
It was true you hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
Parties with the neighbors were often stuffy and annoying, but he was so charming and funny.
There's that warm smile of his again. Lighting up every inch of the room.
He saunters in and takes a seat at the table.
"Do you know how to play five card stud?" You say as you start laying out the cards.
'Stud indeed' you thought
"You play poker?" He was genuinely surprised.
"A little, but I'm not much of a gambler."
You weren't interested in taking his money and you didn't have any chips.
You settle your eyes on twin glass jars of candy sitting on your counter, one strawberry and the other butterscotch. You get up and take the jars in each elbow to divide them up.
Yellow for Bucky and of course pink for you.
You shuffle up and pass Bucky his five cards and fanning your five before your eyes.
You ante in a candy and exchange 2 cards, giving you a straight in hand. Not bad.
He taps his cards against the table as he contemplated his next move.
"May I?" He asked
"Go ahead, you bet first"
He tosses in two pieces of candy. You match it and raise him two more.
He looks the little pile over and then looks back at his jar of butterscotches.
He decided to call, meeting your bet. He only has a pair of kings, and you beat him easily.
"Not bad" his voice is gruff with defeat.
The game goes on and he runs out of candies to bet on.
He finds it interesting that you were such a card shark and once his supply of little sugary delights is depleted you nearly sweat with nerves over him throwing in the towel.
He taps his chin over his lack of betting material, but again he moves in the other direction.
Bucky makes a bold move and tosses his shirt in to raise you.
He was clearly dizzy on the sweet moscato as he fumbled with the buttons and he nearly tore it off to toss into the pile of candy.
Now his chest was bare, chiseled, and perfectly on display.
You have to hold your breath to keep from gasping.
Bucky has to cut through the silence himself. Liking the attention you were giving him as well as the hot blush creeping in over your cheeks.
"Now you toss in something of equal or more value."
You hesitate to think about your next move. You never expected this to happen, but this was it. This was your chance.
You click off your shoes to place it on the table, but he stops you, "equal value, doll" you shoot him a doe eyed glare. "Or more" he continued.
Now he was just toying with you, as if you really were his dolly.
You click your shoe back on and ponder on what to do instead.
It has to be bold, and a spark of heat rushes over your body as you muscle up some backbone.
You give a huff before answering "That better have been an expensive shirt?"
You lift up from the table to hike up your dress and slip off part of the lacy surprise you had hiding underneath. Soon you have a pair of pretty panties in hand to toss into the pot. If you could call them panties that is.
The material of the thong was nothing but a scrap of pretty pink fabric that had once been pulled tight around your hips by two little strings.
Clearly of greater value but you used it as a call.
He was a bit awestruck at the little scrap of cloth sitting on top of his shirt.
His fingers fussed with the cards in his hand before he laid them down onto the table. Aces, four of a kind. Beating your pair of queens. You could have sworn he was bluffing.
He reached into the pile in the center of the table and hooked a finger around each strap to get a better look at the scanty material.
"I don't think it's my color"
"I don't think it's your size."
You try to snatch them back out of his hand but he keeps them far out of your reach.
"Hey? I won these fair and square"
"And what do you plan to do with them?"
"If you keep giving me lip, I'll have to shove'em in your mouth"
You purse your lips close to appease him. A little bit of warmth blossomed in your core at the aggressive remark.
"I liked those" you finally squeak back.
"I like'em too" he answered with a smirk.
"Wanna try and win them back?" He waved the pink thong in the air to taunt you.
You hesitate before snatching the cards up to deal out another hand. You toss him his stack before you study your own. This time you had a cunning strategy.
He takes two cards and you take three.
He flicks the panties back on to the table before going over his cards. You try to ante in some candies as you still have an ample pile, but he stops you.
"Ah, ah. Equal or greater value only"
You narrow your eyes at him. He was playing dirty, and loving every minute of it.
You stood up again to place your bet.
This time you hoist your dress up your legs and over your head. All in a slow pull of fabric to create more tension in the room.
The pink babydoll nightie flutters with your movements, and he catches a glimpse of your pretty pussy before it's hidden by the lace fabric again.
His jaw nearly hit the floor as he studied the little get-up you'd been hiding all this time.
"Did you have that on the all fucking day?"
"Language" you snap. You keep your voice cute as you scold him. He only gawks in response.
You fold up the dress and place it in the middle. Satisfied with yourself.
"I raise."
He ponders over the statement, but doesn't challenge it.
"How much?" He asks
"More than you can afford."
Your mouth curls into a devious little smile as you sit back down. Your bare core is hit with a chill as it's pressed to the cool wooden seat.
You can see his jaw tense at the clap back.
He knocks his boot against the foot of the table to push his chair back with screech. He jolts upright and goes straight for his belt. He clicks it apart and yanks it out to toss and clatter against the table. Making you jump back a bit.
You open your mouth to scold him over his poor tribute, when he snaps at you.
"You shut that mouth, before I give you something to choke on."
As he ordered, your lips snapped close.
He was getting so beautifully agitated that it made your arousal pool onto your chair.
Bucky manhandled his button and zipper and dragged his jeans down his powerful legs only to get caught on his boots. He had unfortunately forgotten them as an obstacle.
He sighs and sits back down with a thud. Undoing his laces to kick off his shoes, pull his pants off and toss them onto the table. He wasn't even done yet.
His thumbs pull under the waistline of his boxers as he shucks them down his body.
With the black underwear pulled away his cock is free to bob angrily against his stomach.
Veins visible along the shaft and a little drip of precum gleaming at the top.
You hadn't realized he had gotten so hard so soon.
The hot fantasy becoming all too real as he dropped his last item of clothing onto the table.
"It's all even. I call" his voice is rough now, and he has to clear it, but he never takes his seat again.
You both show your hands.
You had three of a kind where he had a full house, kings over tens. Winning him the pot and all his clothes back.
You press your thighs back together and hang your head a bit as he grabs an armful of his winnings just to move it to the side of the table.
He shoots you a hard look as he fishes out your little pink thong and twirls it around his finger.
You stick your bottom lip out in protest of losing.
"Don't pout, you wanna win them back or not?"
He was propositioning you for another game, and you nodded along to play.
He sets the lacy piece of cloth down to snatch up all the cards, shuffling them and dealing them back out. He didn't bother to get any new cards and didn't hand you any either before tossing the thong back into the middle of the table. Alongside his pile of clothes.
You stare back at him, confused as he slipped his fist around his cock to keep the chill of the kitchen from making him lose his stiffness.
This man was out of his mind.
He dribbled a string of saliva onto his palm to wet the surface before he gave his manhood another pull.
The cards shook in your hands, it was becoming clear that you'd bitten off much more than you could chew, and he was gonna make true on his word to make you choke.
It was too perfect.
This went from a plan of seduction, to your neighbor slowly stroking himself off in your kitchen.
You needed to ante in and the last clothing of 'equal value' was the sexy nightie you'd been so proud of.
You had to do it, and hesitantly pulled at the straps again and only to be stopped.
"No, it has to be of equal value or more."
You only stared back at him with the lace pinched between each finger. You didn't understand. You didn't have anything left to barter.
Bucky crossed the table to where you sat, slipping his wide hands around your waist and hoisted you from your chair to seat you in the middle of the table.
He'd handled you like you weighed nothing. He was tossing you around as if you were a ragdoll.
He took a step back to admire the view. Your calves hung off the edge of the table as he nudged them apart, making your hips go wide and putting his prize on proper display.
"This doesn't feel very equal" you say as you try to hide behind your little fan of cards.
He looks Back up at you with a hum.
"fine" He reaches in for a handful of each side of your hips to drag you to the edge of the table.
This caused your back to fall to the tabletop.
He stands in the very center making sure he's right in between your splayed legs
"Fuck! You are just pink all over, aren't you?" He says as he fingers dig into the little petals of your core to spread them apart. Showing off the soft pink center.
You have to hide your horny grin behind your fan of cards as he spits into his hand to wet his cock for another tug or two. He's breathing out a barely audible moan as he lets his cock fall from his hand to slap against your bare cunt.
He snatches the cards from your hand to compare to his as he chuckles to himself.
"Now, don't lie to me princess. You never actually invited anybody else, did you?"
You give a feeble shake of your head in response.
He tosses the cards back onto the table. You have a pair of kings. He only has a high card, Ace.
"Hm. You win princess." He presses his tip harder against your little pink pearl. Clearly not satisfied with his defeat.
"How does the birthday girl want her prize?"
You couldn't contain yourself as you spread your legs further apart. Slipping your fingers to your core to open your flower to him.
He'd left you wet and wanting with his strip show, and when he aligned his cock with your pretty pink entrance you had to bite your lip to keep any whines of delight at bay.
It's tight, the way your body squeezes the head as he slides in carefully.
He's moaning lowly as he slowly bottoms out.
"My tight little birthday girl!.fuck!"
He carefully slides away, far enough to pull and twist at your inner walls. He leaves your greedy little cunt to suck at his tip for a moment.
Soon his hips snapped back at you, rocking the table with each rough thrust.
The little hard candies started to shake towards the edge and drop from the table top to hit the floor and shatter in their plastic wrapping.
It was finally happening! After weeks of planning and months of pining, he had you pinned to your dining table as he stirred your insides with his cock.
The wood creaked beneath the two of you as if it would break each time his hips met yours.
Your little pink shoes click together as you wrap your legs tight around his body. The heels of your shoes rocked in time with his thrusts while they pressed hard on to the top of his firm ass.
He was a beast devouring beauty, fucking unto you as his hand wove between your bodies to play with your pearl. Every time his thumb would brush the little nerve it would make your flower twitch around the punishing drive of his cock.
He's bringing you to your limit as he thrusts towards his own peak. He bottoms out for the last time before his thrusts sputter out to an uneven rhythm.
Your core flutters and pulses around the head of his cock as your climax is squeezed from every nerve in your body.
His cock twitched in the shallow dip of your lower lips, and when he pulled away his spendings dripped down from the abused hole.
"Did you have a happy birthday?" He asked, still hovering above you.
You can only nod back to answer him. You had to fight with your lungs to allow you to muster up a sentence, but only a feeble little squeak leaves your lips.
He slips his strong hands down your arms to interlock with your nimble little fingers. He pulls you off of the table to stumble back onto your feet. The heels of your shoes clatter along the floor as you try to find your footing.
"How about he take this party upstairs?"
Your head goes slack into his shoulder, and you pull yourself back together once you're engulfed in his scent.
"I suppose I haven't given you the grand tour." You mumble into his skin before pulling your head back to continue. "How thoughtless of me."
If you weren't already panting, the sexy smirk he cracked would have stolen the last of your breath.
He loops his arm around your waist and leads you to the stairs. You fumble alongside him as a little bit of his cum dribbles down your thighs.
He spent the rest of the night wishing you a very Happy Birthday.