She knelt, naked and blindfolded, on her hands and knees in front of me. I stood for a moment in front of her, looking down at her. Her head moved at the sound of my movements, the rustle of my clothes, trying to locate me. I crouched down in front of her and took her chin between my fingers, lifting her head up.
‘Happy birthday, Donna,’ I said and kissed her lips, parting them with the tip of my tongue. I nibbled her lips, kissed the tip of her nose and then stood up.
I strolled around behind her and again stood for a moment, looking down on her, admiring the curve of her arse.
With the toe of my shoe I pushed her legs open a little wider; first her right leg, then the left. I knelt down between her legs. Leaning forward, I stroked my fingers down the bottom of her spine, down through the crack of her arse. My hand stroked over her anus and down between the parting, and already damp, lips and cupped her mound in the palm of my hand as my thumb slipped inside her to stroke her g-spot. Donna pushed herself back against my hand, edging my thumb deeper inside her. I heard her catch her breath. I got back to my feet, letting my thumb slide out of her.
I walked back around to her head, reaching into my pocket for the first of the clothes-pegs.