My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong
believer in the idea that having a good birthday was
my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling
where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t
see much to give me hope. My best friends were
deserting me; Brian needed to go down to Stanford to
attend a conference, and Mark drove up to Nova Scotia
with his family. And Liz, well, she was a bit shaky.
As often happens, an accident led to a misunderstanding.
Two days before my birthday, I was over at Liz’s apart-
ment. We usually spend most evenings at my place which
is more private, but Liz insists sometimes that we hang
out at her apartment so people know she really lives
there, I guess. I had gone to the bathroom and when I
came back out, I happened to catch a glimpse of
Stephanie, Liz’s roommate, undressing in her bedroom.
The door was only slightly ajar, but there was this
perfect view of Steph’s naked butt and I crept a little
closer. She took a few steps, turned, bent, jiggled
her big naked tits, pulled on a flannel gown and then I
realized Liz was standing right behind me, absolutely
fuming. She didn’t say much the rest of the evening and
I finally went home alone.
I talked to Liz on the phone the next day, one of those
long relationship talks where I apologized and she
complained and I apologized some more. I did my best
not to argue, which sometimes made her angrier, but I
have travelled the bickering road, my friend, and U
turns are hard to manage under rocky conditions. I
really like Liz and I didn’t want to lose her just be-
cause I’d been ogling a bit of tit and ass. Especially
not with my birthday coming up.
So after about three hours of talking, we finally seem-
ed to be coming in for a kiss-and-make-up landing,
fasten your seat belts, put your trays in an upright
and locked position, when Liz told me she had to work
all day Saturday, which just happened to be my birthday.
Ida, the store’s manager, had to fly to Dallas for
training, leaving Liz to play boss and they expected
it to be a really busy day.
“That really sucks,” I said too loudly, disappointed.
“I should be off at six,” said Liz. I was furious, but
she hardly seemed to notice.
“But it’s my birthday,” I wimpered.
“You’ll have fun,” Liz said. “That’s what I like about
you. You always know how to have a good time.”
My mind went blank, lost in thinking that I was going
to spend my birthday completely alone. “Sure,” I said.
“Come by the store at nine-thirty. I have a surprise
for you. I think it will help cure your birthday
blues.”
“Yeah,” I said. “What else have I got to do?”
I went to bed drowning in self-pity that night, but by
the time I woke up, I had mostly turned myself around.
It was my birthday and I decided that I was going to
celebrate. I showered and shaved, and pulled on an
outfit Liz had picked out for me. I checked the mirror
and grinned. I looked sharp. “Look out world. It’s
my fucking birthday.”
I ate a big breakfast at the Diner; french toast, waf-
fles grapefruit, lemon poppy muffins, glazed donuts,
sausage patties, orange juice, milk and coffee, all my
favorites and more than I could eat.
Stuffed, I drove down to the mall where Liz works.
Still an hour before the shopping center officially
opened, the stores were locked up behind lattices of
metal. I rattled the cage at LA Reflections, the
clothing store where Liz works as assistant manager.
Liz peered from behind a rack of blouses and smiled.
“Happy Birthday,” she said. Liz looked fabulous,
serious but still sexy in a pale blue shirt that hugged
her breasts and a short skirt above a pair of long
tanned legs. I licked my lips, wondering what my sur-
prise would entail.
Liz pulled a key from her pocket and twisting it in a
wall panel, caused the gate to rise.
“Come on,” said Liz, leading me at once to the back of
the store.
“My surprise?” I asked, allowing myself to be complete-
ly childish on my day of days.
“I couldn’t think of anything to get you,” Liz said as
we walked into the clutter of the store’s back room.
“But then you gave me an idea of something you wanted.”
“Yeah?” I tried to remember suggesting anything to
Liz, but drew a blank. “You parked the Ferrari back
here?”
“I have a feeling you’d trade the car for what’s behind
door number one.”
“Oh yeah?”
Liz pulled out her keys again and twisted it in a lock
on a small panel door.
“There are conditions,” she said, “important conditions.”
Bending down, she led me through the tiny opening and
into a small closet, an empty storage room, I guessed.
“I don’t think Ida realized she was giving me this key.
She takes access to this space very seriously.”
A black curtain covered the wall opposite the door.
Liz walked over and pulled the cloth aside. Two long
windows looked into a pair of small, dark rooms. I
looked at Liz, confused and curious.
“Dressing rooms,” she said with a wicked grin.
I walked up to the windows and peered into the shadowy
places. A hook on the wall, a carpeted bench and a
door knob.
“It’s for catching shoplifters,” said Liz. “Ida only
uses it when she’s really suspicious of someone. She
doesn’t normally let me have this key, even when she’s
left me in charge, but I guess she wasn’t thinking.”
“Wow,” I said.
“Now, here’s the deal. You have got to be perfectly
quiet. Jackie and Terri will both be here in about
ten minutes. I’m going to lock you in, so we’re safe
as long as you don’t make any noise.”
“Okay,” I said, grinning.
“This is serious. I’ll lose my job and we’ll probably
both go to jail if we get caught. Not a peep.”
“I promise.”
“There’s one more thing,” said Liz. She checked her
watch. “I know it’s your birthday, but I don’t want
you worn out before I get a chance to blow your candle.
Take off your pants.”
I quickly unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to
my feet.
“Sit down,” said Liz, pushing a folding chair into the
middle of the room. I did as I was told. My prick
stood tall, forming a tent under my paisley boxer
shorts.
“I don’t mind you looking,” said Liz, walking behind
me, “but I reserve the right to pleasure you. Second
condition: I don’t want you jerking off while you watch.”
“Huh?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m serious,” she said. “Put your hands behind your
back.”
“Liz?” I said.
“Now, or we’re out of here. Jackie is probably already
out front waiting for me to let her in, so if you want
to stay, give me your hands. You’ll be cuffed to the
chair. If you don’t like the idea, speak now.”
I put my hands behind my back. Click, click.
“Is that too uncomfortable?” asked Liz. “It’s going
to be a long day.”
“Sure, I’m fine,” I said nervously. Liz pulled up the
elastic of my boxers and kissed the crown of my cock.
“See you at six,” she said. The door closed and the
lock snapped. I sat and waited, wondering how long it
would be before my arm muscles cramped and what I would
do when I needed to pee. The lights flickered on above
the dressing rooms.
Time passed. Ten minutes can seem like an hour, sit-
ting quiet and still. The door opened in the right
dressing room. My heart raced at once. Liz stepped
into the space and closed the door behind her.
She looked at herself in the mirror, a look that also
stared directly at me, and fluffed her hair. Liz
winked and licked her lips and my cock began to stir
again. Liz unzipped her skirt and let it drop, showing
me the white lace panties she wore underneath. My
prick began to throb. Liz sat down on the carpeted
bench and pulled the scanties down her thighs. I moaned
softly. Spreading her lean thighs, Liz tickled her
muff and softly stroked her clit. I tried to break the
cuffs by sheer pulling strength, desperate to touch
myself. Liz laughed and dressed quickly, vanishing in
an instant.
And I slowly calmed down, breathing hard, sweating,
tensing my dick so it rubbed a tiny bit against the
silk of my boxer shorts. Time passed. I waited.
Jackie, a tall brunette with big tits, stepped into the
left room and changed her blouse. I drooled slightly
at the sight of her melons, but her brassiere was
sturdy and only teased my imagination. I wondered if
Liz had suggested the new blouse. Jackie stared
straight at me while she put on a fresh coat of lip-
stick. I blew her a kiss.
A young blonde opened the left door and hung two
blouses and a pair of pants on the hook. As she took
a look at herself in the mirror, an admiring look that
seemed to be aimed directly at me, my cock sprang to
attention and it dawned on me that while I would not
have left this already uncomfortable seat for anything
in the world, I would be enduring an exquisite form of
torture. The girl peeled off her shirt. She wasn’t
wearing a bra.
I glared at her small pert breasts as they rose gently
when her pale nipples tightened. My mouth was dry and
my prick hurt with desire. Another girl entered the
right dressing room. A blouse almost hid the first
woman’s tits.
A dress fell to the floor in the right, black satin
panties hugging her below a soft tummy. The other sat
and pulled off her jeans. A dark muff lay shrouded
under white cotton, the faint depression of her pussy’s
lips barely visible.
My stick throbbed in my lap. I became mad with lust.
The parade continued, one woman after another, beauti-
ful and plain, tall and short, thin as a willow and big
as an ox, undressing, dressing, smiling, frowning, in
two’s and even three’s, woman after woman after woman.
My cock ached, my balls wanted to burst, my mouth felt
dry.
I may have passed out for an indeterminable period of
time. I don’t know. Tits and ass, bra and panties, a
glorious stream of women just out of reach while I sat
dying of thirst.
There were incidents of unbelievable delight. A woman
I knew from work, incredibly beautiful and rather up-
tight, walked into the left room with three shopping
bags and a slinky little dress. I held my breath as
Janice unbuttoned her blouse, wishing I had a camera
so I could let Allen have a glimpse of the treasures
he’d always wanted.
I bit my lip when Janice reached back and unclasped
her bra. Her tits were utterly magnificent, her
nipples thick and rich. I felt a sharp bite of pain
in my right arm, the new beginnings of a cramp as
Janice unbuckled her tan pants and let them fall to
the floor. She wore stockings that gripped her white
thighs with a band of lace, but no panties. Janice
tickled her jet black muff and then finally pulled the
dress up over her naked body. I wanted to cry.
Two college girls from my apartment building went into
the right room and after stripping down to their under-
wear, spent half an hour trying on one piece of cloth-
ing after another, giggling and talking.
A weary looking woman threw a skirt she couldn’t get
past her hips against the wall and then sat down. After
a few minutes of calm, she smiled gently and slipped
her hand into her panties. Fingering herself beneath
the black lace, she bit her lip, lifted her bottom up
off the carpeted bench and tossed her head from side
to side. She dressed and left and there was a small
wet spot where she had been sitting.
One after another of Liz’s friends dropped by to try
on clothes, a few women I’d known since we were in
grade school together, some girls I’d just met with
big bulky boyfriends. I saw my friend’s girlfriends,
Mary’s tits, Ellen’s ass, Jenny’s twat. My cock throb-
bed and drooled. My balls ached. My arms felt pulled
out of their sockets. My muscles quivered with cramps.
My wrists burned with abrasion. I was going nuts. Time
passed.
The lock turned behind me.
“How you doing, Birthday Boy?” asked Liz.
“Aamgnmthlp,” I moaned.
“I’ll bet,” she said with a laugh. The door into the
left dressing room opened and Stephanie stepped inside
with an armful of clothes.
“We can go now,” said Liz. “I’m off.” I nodded, my
eyes fixated as Steph stripped off her shirt. “Let me
get these off you,” she said, unlocking the cuffs.
“Poor baby.”
Stephanie pushed down her black skirt.
“Wow,” I said, rubbing my wrists.
“Miss me?” Liz asked, stealing a kiss and copping a
feel. “I guess you did.” Stephanie’s naked tits
jiggled all the time.
Liz pulled at my boxers and pushed my dick into her
mouth. Steph’s turned and leaned over. I came in wild
spurts. Liz gasped, laughed and drank the fountain’s
gushes.
“Mmm,” she said, turning to watch her roommate vogue
in front of the mirror and licking the cream from her
lips. “I offered a discount to everyone I know. Pro-
motion, you know. Funny how many women will come see
you for an extra ten percent off.”
“Rrrr,” I said, slipping a hand up Liz’s brief skirt
to rub her warm sex.
“Get dressed, stud,” she said. “Let’s get you home
for some cake.”
“Gaaa,” I said, pulling up my trousers and stealing
another look at Stephanie’s breasts. “Nnnn.” I followed
Liz out the small door and took her back to my place.
I screamed a lifetime’s worth of frustration in a wild
bellow in the parking lot.
We didn’t cut my birthday cake, and didn’t open any of
my presents. I just fucked Liz over and over and over
that night, unable to contain myself, anxious to move
and pound and lick and touch her beautiful woman’s
flesh. Liz laughed and came and laughed and came.
Last night, as I lay on my bed watching Liz walk naked
from the bathroom on her way back to my greedy arms,
she stopped and peeked out the window.
“Look,” she said. “That girl is undressing in front
of her window. What a sight!”
“Come here,” I said, grabbing Liz around the waist and
pulling her onto the mattress. “I’ve seen enough.”