Chapter 2

His Birthday

I'm heading to his house which I know so well from work, and I have never been more exited in my life as now. It is only nine days ago that I promised my good Indian friend and mentor to attend to his birthday and to probably become his at this occasion. There is no doubt about what he wants to do, he wants my love and he wants to fuck me for sure. But do I want it? How will it be? How can I take him? How will he behave with me? How does he make love? The first time of making love is always the most exciting and challenging. Will I really do it today? Will I like it to feel his love, to be fucked by him?

Just nine days ago I was very near to give in, to his wanting to love me. It was touch-and-go; it was hanging on the balance. And I saw his real big penis already when he washed himself from sweat and coming. Necessary because my home was so hot from afternoon sunshine of March and we got both so aroused while being together and drinking tea. So I know what I can get, and how he will match my vagina, my Queen. He will fill her completely, widen her up, but he will not be too big inside me.

Then all these time until today I was so excited about thinking what I can do with him, how I can spend the time, how we will come together and fuck each other. I was using my imaginations and played some love scenes in my head to be prepared. I made myself used to what might happen in his big house, and where we will spend the time together and make love. From eleven years ago as I worked for him in his house I know still each corner and all furniture in all details.

And I made a listing for me how I can be his birthday present, what I can do all the time with him and for him, depending on my mood and his unknown capabilities as my old Indian friend. And this list came out as best matching for my mood and good intentions for hot erotic and sexy birthday activities with him:

Sure I can dance for him. And I can dance with him, if he can….. ;

I can strip-dance for him to certain extend I decide….. and then redress;

I can strip dance for him to become complete naked, and then dance longer…;

I can kiss him…;

I can touch him, but he's not allowed to touch me….;

I can undress him, if he likes that very much, but I stay dressed…..;

I can bring him to bed, but nothing more, staying overnight in his guest room…;

I can kiss his big penis I have already seen, and suck him with my mouth to come….;

I can allow him to undress my beautiful body….;

I can allow him to touch my hot wanting body, to caress me….;

I can allow him to kiss my body as he likes….;

I can show him my beautiful aroused and hot queen…;

I can bring one or two toys with me, and show him how I am using them for climaxing…;

I can allow him to touch and caress my aroused and hot vagina and clitoris…;

I can allow him to kiss my beautiful aroused and hot vagina…;

I can take with him together a shower (first)…..;

I can provide him a massage of his naked body…..;

I can give his big penis a massage until he comes…;

I can go with him into his bedroom for sleeping only, hugging only through the night…..;

I can make love with him in the living room on an armchair, if I feel this desire too…..;

I can make love in his bedroom the entire night if I want to enjoy this…;

I can also be his mate, let him passive do what he wants, more enjoying, and give myself into his hands completely:
"You can do with me now whatever you want, always wanted, I'm yours completely."

I can make him my lover for the next following meetings if I am feeling like that, and if I can enjoy that a lot.

Mentally well prepared I come excited to his house gate now, having no real present with me because I am his birthday present. It is me he will get for today, for tonight, and for the Sunday tomorrow. Now the time has come to experience him as a lover, my long duration closest Indian friend who was after me for long years until now. I had dressed myself carefully with a light casual dress for this hot weather we have. And I have additional dressing in my bag for the entire weekend. I carry massage oil, and I have two vibrating penis toys with me for any case, and a CD with matching music for dancing, which can be played in his music system.

My heart is beating high as I ring the bell at the main gate, and I feel sweet excitement also down in my vagina at this late afternoon. And I am confident I want this experience, want to be his birthday present. It is a good sign that I am already aroused now in expectation to see him.

The main gate is opening by his cook and housekeeper, the old Emily who is now more than 35 years working for him. She is still my friend and greats me smiling and happy. She is the one who taught me cooking and all other needs for housekeeping long time ago, and she was very sad when I had to leave his house to work for others almost eleven years ago. We are still friends.

"It is nice to see you again. You are looking wonderful today. He is awaiting you already for dinner which I prepared for you due to his instruction. I hope you are hungry and can enjoy."

"You are cooking for us, Emily. That is great! There can be no better food," I reply her in our tribal language while hugging her, and I mean it.

She hugs me heartily and smiles happy all over her face. Then we are heading to his house, and I feet him watching us invisible from the first floor maybe. He had, as we were phoning yesterday, told me that he released all staff for this weekend. Therefore we will have his house for our own. Now I enter his house feeling myself ready to grant him what he desires, to put myself into his hands.

He comes like running down the stairway into the entrance hall, greeting me welcome:

"Here you are right in time, but I was waiting the entire day for you and was afraid you can change your mind in last minute," he explains his delight to see me, holding my hand shyly.

"Oh dear, I come for your birthday today, to congratulate you. How can I change my mind?" I smile at him and give him a kiss. "Happy birthday my dear friend!"

"Emily, please take her bag and bring it into the dining room," he orders his cook. "I hope you are already hungry, because Emily prepared a delicious early dinner for us."

"Yes, I could not eat much today, so we can eat now," I confess while looking into his eyes. I read love and desire in his eyes. And for myself I feel the confidence that I do the right thing by coming to see him today. He's the perfect gentleman with good manners, and has prepared everything for this evening to be perfect.

He's studying me as well and undresses me with his eyes.

"You look wonderful today, my dear woman. This dress it matching you perfectly."

Of cause he's right, because I bought it just for this occasion, black with some flowers inside, my shoulders almost free, and the fabric is following smooth my roundings of my nice body. And it is casual, matching to his suit he is wearing today along with a tie. I like to see him in this dark suit. He's well dressed for a special occasion: My visit to his birthday!

"Well, I am your birthday present", I smile at him. "And you are my matching handsome friend. So happy birthday to you". And I hug him and kiss him again on both cheeks.

"Let's go into the dining room first to have dinner," he proposes, guiding me at my hand he did not let go since I arrived. On the big table for twelve chairs all is perfectly arranged by Emily: A festive dinner for two in one corner, decorated with flowers, several glasses and two candelabras, and a plate with ripe fruits. Of cause today I'm his only guest as expected.

Nearby is a sideboard prepared with all kinds of beverages and cold ice cubes, whine, beers and other alcohol, and to my surprise also my favourite drink: Smirnov vodka mix with lemon, cooled. He forgot nothing.

"I am so happy my dear friend, that we can have this birthday dinner for us two only. We have a lot to talk."

He guides me to my place and offers the chair for me, arranging me opposite to his usual place, the place he's always sitting at this table. My place is the place of his wife which she used when I was serving the food for the family.

He then looks into the kitchen: "Emily please, we are ready for the dinner now." Turning to me he asks smiling: "Dear, what do you like to drink? – I have good cool Champagne I recommend now."

"Yes dear, I follow your suggestion". I' m not used to drink much, but Champagne will be OK for his birthday. He opens carefully a cooled bottle and fills two long glasses, and serves them to me. We lift each one glass and he exclaims:

"Thank you again for coming today. It is my best birthday since long long time when you were here."

And he knows from reading my eyes on him, that I'm here for the entire night maybe, for him, while we are drinking the prickling and refreshing delicious Champagne.

"All the very best for you, and always good health, and that your heartily wishes for next year of life come true," I exclaim between drinking.

And he murmurs: "The very best for me is you, my dear!" He's glancing full of love and passions over to me.

He sits down and smiles very happy at me. Outside the sun is sinking below the hill horizon behind the big windows, as Emily serves a delightful soup. "Enjoy your dinner," she greats us and twinkles with her eye on me. And then she's enlightening the ten candles on our table.

"Eat please," he's insisting seeing me a little bit shy in my new role as a guest in his house.

Of cause we met many times in restaurants before, but this is a very weird and special situation for me. Here I was the housemate all the time, following his commands, and his wife's.

He starts asking me about the normal things of my family to begin our conversation while eating the soup. Later then Emily serves the rich plates of the main dishes, different Indian delights and rice, and he talks about his wife in Nairobi.

"Oh Emily, you have really composed a perfect delicious dinner!" I exclaim to her. And she smiles happy: "I did it for you and for him. Have a happy time now".

"Yes Emily, you can go home now" he's commanding her. "We can do the rest alone then. You are also free for tomorrow." 'Home' is for Emily her double-room in the side building alongside the garden of his compound.

He smiles bright again at me, and he knows that I can do everything for him in his house, including preparing the best dishes, breakfast, and lunch as he loves it. He stands up and comes around with a bottle of white wine:

"For this food we drink white wine", he commands and fills my big wine glass half. Then he's holding my shoulder and kissing me first time on my mouth. He's sure that Emily is out now. I rise my hands and hold his face and kiss him back, long and wanting as I feel for him now. He lets his hands run while we are kissing, and cups my breasts teasingly.

Then he lets loose and returns to his place, filling his glass. I see his face, his eyes smile with bright happiness. He's now confirmed that we will be together soon. He raises his glass:

"I still can't believe that you are here with me today. It must be a beautiful dream of mine," he toast's to me. "Let's drink on my happy birthday."

"I'm here because I want it, and I have promised you 10 days ago to spend your birthday with you, dear."

I have to confirm him, and I feel now it is right to be here and that I want to make love with him too. I really want him now. His kisses make me hot and wet. And I'm now confident that we can match and enjoy our time. He's insisting that we empty the glass and then he fills it again.

"You don't want me to get drunk?" I joke with him. "That's not necessary; I want to be with you anyway. I can stay until tomorrow as we planned it."

"Then eat now, before these dishes get cold."

The food is really delicious, several spicy dishes to combine with rice, excellent composed but not too spicy. As I know some of these combinations of spices are supposed to have sexual arousing effects. They are recommendations by kitchens of the Maharajas, and my hopeful lover has ordered these from Emily by intention. I enjoy now these dishes very much and eat, even if I have no need of any sex stimulant. I feel now so much addicted to him, to his way of talking, to his politeness, to his respect for me. He's also serving water for me. We both are eating and talking with delight in an easy atmosphere, as we are friends for decades already.

"You don't know how happy and excited I felt all the last days, my dear. I was really afraid that you will change your mind meanwhile," he states again while looking into my eyes with love expression.

"What reason should I have not to come today?" I want to know.

"You could have many reasons not to come, to change your mind. Maybe that I have last meeting offended you too much, what I let you see. Or that I am too old for you now, or to ugly. That you don't want to do what I'm longing for."

I laugh at him:

"You mean that I saw your penis? - I can tell you that I'm a bit shy, because I never saw such a big beautiful penis." He looks delighted and relieved.

"Are you joking on me now?" – "No dear, I liked what I saw, and I'm much exited now."

"The short view I got of you was exiting me the same," he confesses.

"Then you can get more of views on me, if you like that," I start now smiling to play the game during dinner.

"Now I have no doubt about that", he grins back like a boy.

As we sit and eat and drink eye in eye at the dining table, talking love and the past without doing anything, no touching, I feel it now very challenging again. And I remember a lot of conformities with him. I get wet already remembering the last meeting, like to touch him really. I decide to go one step further to encourage and to prove him my real intentions for him.

"Dear, would you mind if I serve the next course of dinner and the desert topless for you?" I ask him with exited beating of my heart. Will he like that and agree?

"You might know that this is a tradition in my Kikuyu tribe since long time ago," I add smiling as he sits surprised with open mouth, searching for an answer. I will tease him just wearing some beautiful necklaces matching to my wonderful skins and breasts.

"Yes, of cause, I love this Idea", he murmurs.

And so now I move down slowly my top part of my long black dress while smiling into his face, slip the strings down my arms, and let then slide the fabric down over my breasts to my waist. I wear now only a strapless black bra. Looking straight into his eyes I move my arms behind and open my beautiful bra, and let it slide and fall. I sit straight and show him my aroused breast, shining beautiful in the dimmed light and candles at the table.

"Oh my dear, you are so wonderful, so beautiful. It's like a dream." He could say now with bright eyes on me. He's filling his and my glass with new wine.

"Let's drink on my birthday and this very special wonderful evening of my life!" he scants lifting his glass.

"Yes dear, it is our wonderful evening, and I'm here for you. I'm your present now." I assure him quickly.

"Oh you are…! And when can I completely unwrap my present?" he asks happy and youthful grinning now at me.

"After enjoying your fine food, the wine, the coffee, our talking. I will serve you Champagne and other alcohol, and a choice of ripe fruits on a nice decorated plate – including these two very delicious mangoes among them." I promise him smiling and teasing. I lift my 'mangoes' for him.

"I bring all near to you to make a choice, to feel the fruits. I think this will be a good start for further games to know each other", I suggest now my seduction. „We are not in a hurry dear, we have a lot of time now. "

And so we finish the fine food, talking, joking, and drinking some alcohol. And I continue the program as promised with Champagne, move around the table and fill his glass before him, my breasts right before his face. Of cause he must touch them now. I feel fine and free, his hands are warm and teasing on my breasts, and he will be good for me. Back on my place and toasting with the glasses I decide to let him tell what he likes to do in loving, what he likes most, and what I then can do for him. Then I tell him how I like to be loved, that I like to start slowly and feeling him just inside first to become more comfortable. I confess that I usually need long time to come, that I like to guide the way of acceleration of loving. And I let him know when it's his time for final hard fucking to come together. I tell him also that I'm eager, because I never saw such a big beautiful penis as two weeks ago. He is delighted and becomes exited. I tell and describe him then verbally which love positions are the best for me, and he is describing his. He has not many experiences with them as I notice. But this talking details and not doing it is very challenging for both of us.

"Do you have a name for your big penis?" I'm asking him.

He smiles surprised: "No, not really. I call him Dick."

"That's somehow matching," I laugh at him. "So I will call him 'Dick'."

"My vagina is my 'Queen'," I tell him then.

"Hmmm…" he's grinning with delight at me, leering: "I will be delighted to meet your Queen."

"You will get to know her; later dear. We have time."

And I go ahead in my program as promised with fruits, sitting then finally on his lap, my aroused breasts in his hands, feeding him mango pieces and grapes, with my mouth, and kissing him between small sips of cold Champagne. He tastes nice and sweet, and he's kissing really good back. I'm very much aroused, and I will be his loving girlfriend now.

Then he's holding me for a break, and looks very serious on me:

"Before you go ahead I must tell you seriously how I see it. You know that I was running after you for almost 20 years and wanted always love and fuck you, and you never gave in. Now you are ready, but you must know that I have a wife and a child. And I'm too old to start a new life and a new relationship. So you never can become my wife or live with me. All what we can do is to be together when I have some time besides all other things. But I can't promise you anything more. Of cause I took care of your, and I will take care of you, but we can spend only limited times together."

I'm glancing seriously into his eyes when answering him while holding him.

"Yes my dear, of cause I know your family from before in all details when I was working your household. And I respect your caring for them. I have a family too. So I agree that we will never live together and just can have occasionally fun and love and fucking. And that will be enough for me too. I want it, experience our love, but I don't want more from you."

And so we seal it with a long kiss, feeling warm inside for an honest and mutual agreement. It's exiting both of us, as I can feel now. It's like a hot shower running through my belly.