"There is something more I wish to gift you.".
It is her birthday, and he had delighted her with a culinary treat that he prepared, a mix of traditional Kenyan dishes to remind her of home: a small dollop of Ugali, a kind of maize porridge; accompanying this is equal portions of Githeri, a dish comprising of beans and corn; and finally Sukuma Wiki, a delicacy of collard greens. Whilst she performed her nightly ablutions and changed into simple evening clothes, he had lit a few candles that were scarcely placed around his quarters, including one positioned at the dining table. He had, of course, insisted that she complete her ablutions more slowly this particular night, allowing him enough time to prepare the food, and the room's aesthetic. The rather special meal freshly cooked, he had placed a plate for her and himself onto the dinner table, the flame from the candle flickering merrily between the two dishes.
Once she had emerged from the washroom, she had been met by the appetizing aroma emanating from the food at the table, the few tiny glows of candlelight that speckle the room, and the sight of him, waiting for her at her chair of the dining table. She beamed with glee at the meal that he had assembled, and the love that was put into its preparation. She placed herself upon the chair he graciously pulled out for her, and he set down onto his. Filled with joy, she had tidily consumed the meal, relishing in the flavours and fond remembrances of her home. When the pair had both finished the delicious food, she had shown him gratitude with a grasp of the hand, an affectionate smile and a loving kiss.
After he had cleaned the plates and cutlery, he had returned to the table, uttering into her ear those words which had sparked joyous curiosity within her. He takes her hand in his, and she rises from her chair, her grin broad.
"Close your eyes, please.", he whispers.
Without speaking, she complies, her eyelids lower, the smile less wide yet still marking her face.
"Activate Ambient Lighting Configuration 'Nyota'.", he orders the ship's computer system, then leans forward to whisper into her ear. "You may open your eyes now.".
So she does, and her dark irises are met by a fantastical sight: the room is awash with tiny gold specks dotting here and there, flickering and dancing around like the fair folk from an old magical tale.
She can discern that some of the yellow dots are from candles that he had previously lit and placed around the room. However, the rest belong to an array that he had set up and expertly connected to the computer. The two light sources merge to create a rather whimsical arrangement, prompting a sparkle to appear in her eyes.
He soon leads her to the bed, onto which he politely and gently gestures her to sit. She complies, graciously placing herself upon the mattress. An affectionate kiss is then gifted, and he softly utters another instruction.
"Please, wait here a moment.".
Whilst she patiently waits, he paces the soft carpet towards the washroom. Upon entering, he grabs a washcloth, a small dry towel and starts preparing a small bucket of warm soapy water. The vessel now filled to a satisfactory level, he temporarily sets it aside, and takes from a cabinet a bottle of body lotion comprised of her favourite scent. He had prepared this item in advance, and had kept it hidden away for use on occasions such as this.
With the items in hand, he emerges from the washroom and approaches the woman seated atop the bed. Placing the items onto the floor, he kneels at her feet, proceeding to gently remove the footwear she had donned. Her eyes meet the cloth and bucket, and a quizzical expression forms on her face.
"Ooh, what's this?", she begins jovially. "You know I already showered, right?".
In response, he lifts himself up to meet her face, his lips affectionately kissing hers.
"All in good time, Nyota.", he murmurs.
With that, he returns to his previous position, lovingly continuing his task. Her footwear and stockings now removed, he puts them aside, grabbing the washcloth and soaking it in the water. Slowly and gently, he begins to cleanse her feet with the cloth, starting at her toes and working his way upwards. He first washes one petite foot, then the other; once both are cleansed, he places the used washcloth into the bucket and sets it aside. Next, he takes the towel and begins to softly rub the water off her skin, all the while she grins in appreciation. Her feet now void of all traces of moisture, the towel is also set aside, joining the bucket and cloth. Softly, he plants little kisses at her the tops of her feet, again beginning with one then the other, her smile broadening affectionately. Now, comes the lotion, and he squeezes out a small amount onto his palms and starts to gently massage the substance into her feet. The aroma of the cream soon rises to her nostrils, and she closes her eyes, taking in all the fragrance with a deep inhale.
The foot massage is soon complete, so he sets aside the bottle of lotion, which now joins the other items on the floor. In moments, he begins to deposit soft kisses along her slender legs; starting first at her ankles, then working upwards, alternating between the two limbs. With fluid movements, he performs these actions, gentle and loving, all the while she grins in appreciation and affection. This night, she is his queen, and he regards her thusly as her modest servant. As the final loving pecks are gifted at her thighs, he glances upward to gaze upon her face, still youthful in its shapeliness, as if not having aged at all. Surrounding light from the candles give off a golden glow, framing her face like an eclipsing sun. He stealthily removes his own footwear, without utilising his hands or severing the couple's eye contact.
Despite his careful motions in performing this action, she is well aware that it had been done all the same. Her delighted grin morphs into one of passion and desire, a spark flashing across her cocoa irises. A slender foot is soon raised, petite toes reaching for the collar of his shirt, burrowing into the fabric and touching the bare skin beneath. In obedience, he begins to unfasten the buttons of the garment. Her foot follows, lightly drifting downwards, as more and more of the apparel is opened.
The small extremity trails further and further downwards, finally reaching the top of his trousers, continuing their journey as he removes his shirt. With that garment quietly placed onto the carpet, tiny toes proceed to rub at the zip of his pants, resulting in a bulge beginning to form. So compliant is he that the belt securing the apparel in place is soon unfastened, followed by the zipper, loosening the garment to her arousing delight.
That clothing, too, is smoothly removed, as he lifts himself off his knees, and soon it joins the other items on the floor at his side. Her sultry eyes, and her foot, meet the bulge in his trunks, more prominent than it had been a few minutes ago. With his shorts still covering her final present, he moves further up and forward, proceeding to plant soft kisses up her thighs. A large hand reaches up, burrowing under the skirt of her short dress, and her panties soon slide down her legs. She kicks aside the underwear, as she parts her legs for him.
His access now granted, he brings his face closer and closer to her, all the while continuing to peck at the flesh of her limbs. Upwards and upwards his lips go, until they reach her nethers, and her dress is uplifted over her slender figure and slipping off her head, to be dropped listlessly onto the floor. Her brassier, too, is unfastened and now accompanies her dress.
Soon, his tongue begins to flick and dance around inside her, and a thumb presses into her most sensitive part. He laps and he rubs and he stimulates her, exploring and tasting while she leans back on one elbow, fingers on her free hand sifting through his hair. Her lip is gnawed, her eyes loll and her head tilts backwards with all his pleasuring of her. Pleasure, indeed. It is, of course, only logical to please one's suitor on her birthday; yes, highly logical. She begins to pant with all the stimulation, burrowing her fingertips deeper into his hair, with her other hand grasping at the bedding below. Her pleasured rasping hastens, and from her throat, small moans begin to emerge.
"If you keep this up, I won't last much longer.", she gasps.
"I am very much aware of that, Nyota. You will soon receive the remainder of your gift.". After this brief pause, he returns to his last actions, stroking and lapping at her now saturated region.
Gradually, though, the stimulations are ceased, as he begins to clamber over her, depositing kisses up her navel, then her belly. Upwards he goes, the movements slow and methodical, to her waist; all the way, in fact, to her bosom. Gentle pecks and nips are gifted, one side to the other, followed by her slender neck as he crawls further along the petite form beneath him. Tiny flickers of gold dance and whirl and shine around them in playful frenzy.
Within moments, however, she finds herself deftly lifted, and her back is soon placed against the head of the bed, with her head at the wall above. His shorts have somehow been slipped off during these movements, and now his hardened organ is pressed at her nethers. He stares affectionately, yet also wantonly, into her mocha irises, sparkling and glowing from the surrounding candlelight. In the same motion, he unites his tongue with hers and gently pushes his stiff member into her, utilising strong arms to wrap her slender legs around his rump.
As he slowly slides in and out, he separates his mouth from hers to momentarily gaze at her, then sinks his face into her collar. Whilst he softly pecks and nibbles at her skin, her arms enfold themselves around his expansive shoulders, and she huffs with pleasure. Then, a hand locates a miniscule gap between their compressed figures, and his fingers once again fondle that same spot they had just stimulated minutes ago. She responds with more heated puffs and moans, her slender fingers tightening their grasp, and nails gouge into his flesh.
It is not long until she can feel her peak swelling with so much stimulation, and she quietly yelps his name and her impassioned approval. His pacing quickens mildly, with his own peak on the horizon.
All of the rhythmical thrusting, the skilful fondling and stroking, she at last scores her prize in the form of a most handsome climax, harmoniously gratifying for them both and strong in its delivery. Her small form shudders and quivers against him, satisfied throaty sounds leave her lips.
Hot and clammy, she is gently lowered onto the mattress, atop of which he huddles with her. Arms encase her fulfilled body, a hand glides through her damp hair and a loving kiss is planted to her lips. The rather unique position he had utilised had not been experienced by her, not for a prolonged period of time, that is. Almost sensing her sated mind's giddy blathering, he proceeds to speak in a soft tone.
"I postulated that this particular method of copulation would be more pleasurable for you. May I assume that this postulation was correct?".
An odd sound escapes her, almost as an "uh-huh", as her body clings onto him. He allows himself a small upturn of his lips, embracing her gleaming form, with a final peck on her nose. The golden starry glows continue to prance about the room, softly lighting the forms on the bed. On this night, he, the humble servant, has succeeded in pleasing his queen.
"Happy birthday, Nyota.".
THE END