Birthday Gift Pt 01

Birthday Gift,

I have been renting a farm in the Bourgogne for several years and being an artist, I prefer to stay there as much as possible, even on my birthday like today.

This birthday would be the most beautiful ever. Why?

On this balmy summer day, just before ten o'clock, my little dog Penny, starts to bark and I see a light blue Deux Chevaux driving up the yard.

I am not expecting anyone, only the postman and a few neighbours knowing about this place.

A coloured lady steps out of the car, smiling from ear to ear. She is voluptuous and dressed in a black miniskirt with high heels.

Walking towards me, she holds out her hand, saying, 'Congratulations on your birthday, Mr. Griffin. I am Ms Hensbe from Cape Town, nice to meet you.'

I'm stunned and even more so when she offers me a chilled bottle of champagne which appears from behind her back.

As I am speechless, she asks: 'Do you have two glasses?'

'Eh sure, please come in.'

I put two stemmed glasses on the kitchen table while she attempts to open the bottle.

I ask if she would rather have coffee because I had just freshly made it.

'It is up to you sir, it is your day. I am only part of the birthday present. We can drink the champagne tonight as well.'

'Tonight? Will you be here tonight? Please explain, but first of all, how do you know it is my anniversary?'

'Well, your painter's club in Holland organised this, congratulations from them to you as well.'

'Ah, what a surprise! You are part of the gift to come and offer me a bottle of wine?'

'Well, more than the bottle, I am a model and your friends hired me. It is all organised by an international agency.'

'Well in that case, how long will you stay?'

'Well, that depends on you. To be honest, this is also my vacation, so don't worry about the time and yes, coffee is fine too, lets save the champagne for later.'

She takes off her coat which I forgot to ask. A large bosom emerges and although it catches my attention, I pretend not to see it.

While I'm pouring the coffee, she asks if I use more models for my paintings.

'No, you are the very first. It is too remote here and honestly, I cannot afford it. Is modelling your profession?'

'Well actually, I am a nurse, but this is a beautiful way to see the world.' As she smiles, a nice row of teeth appears and behind her glasses, big brown eyes twinkle mischievously.

'So you don't have a permanent residence?'

'Indeed, but I also work for a home care organisation, which is home sitting and pet caring worldwide. My next sit for example is in Cannes in a few weeks. Since every city has a painting club, my Rubenesque figure is in demand'. She giggles while she stabs the inside of her cheek with her tongue which I understand as very erotic. 'Do you like my figure?'

'I love it and feel delighted having the privilege to admire you as my personal model for a few days,' I wink.

'Your wish is my pleasure'. That big smile and those mischievous eyes grip me again, this is going to be my best birthday ever...

While she takes the last sip of her coffee, she stands up and asks, 'Can I see your paintings, please?

'Of course, go ahead!'

We walk out of the kitchen to the front part of the farm. My artworks stand or hang everywhere. She examines them closely and I examine her. She is completely my favourite taste, mature and with all the feminine contours. Art has her interest, I notice, but she is mine.

'How do I fit into your paintings as a model?'

'That's a good question, I didn't expect a living model, let me think about it.'

'Take your time, sir'.

'Okay, let me show you your room upstairs.'

'Shall I get my suitcase from my car?'

I nod, help her with a red suitcase up the creaking stairs and show her the guest bedroom. 'Sorry, the bathroom is also adjacent to my bedroom. Do you mind?'

'Looks perfect, Mr Griffin.' She is very easy going I think.

'By the way, Thom is my name.'

'Okay, Thom.'

As I descend the stairs, I hear that she starts to sing, which sounds melodious. When she comes down, the lady appears as a teenager, dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts. Her breasts look even bigger in that T-shirt with the text 'State of Art. I feel my hormones rising, being very impressed but hesitate to show it. 'More coffee?'

'Yes please!' She takes the pot and pours it into her cup and as she puts a piece of cake between her pouted lips, saying, 'Hm...did you buy it yourself?'

I grin and ask if I can show her some of the environment.

'I'd love that!'

We walk out of the house and I show her the terrace and the huge landscape belonging to the farm. Most of it exists out of meadows, where the owner keeps white cows.

When we walk between the hedges, her bosom is bouncing and it is hard not to look at it all the time.

We approach the river between the peach orchards, where the water looks crystal clear, slowly streaming between the huge boulders.

'Every day I take my bath here, mostly at the end of the day, depending on the weather.

'Well, I wouldn't mind to plunge in that clear water right now. It is quite hot at the moment.' She says smiling mischievously.

'Do you have a swimsuit and shall I get some towels?'

'Don't worry, we will dry in the sun, won't we?'

'Yes I always do,' I stutter.

As she takes off her t-shirt, a canoe with a young couple appears around the corner.

'Sorry for the tourists, my dear, therefore I swim at the end of the day.'

'No problem, we can swim tonight in the moonlight!' she giggles and chases away flies with her t-shirt. As we walk back I admire the astonishing cleavage bulging from her black bra.

Back at the farmhouse, I take the bottle of champagne out of the fridge and serve the sparkling liquid. Honey sits on the sofa holding the glass up to toast.

'Sante on your birthday Mr Griffin!'

We drink and I realise that this is the best gift ever on my anniversary. Honey sits with her legs crossed like a goddess and I can't keep my eyes off her.

'Do you realise that you are modelling right now? Can I take a picture of you?'

'No, I never allow people to take pictures of me. do you know why?'

I shrug my shoulders.

'Well, it is quite simple. If painters or artists take a picture, I don't need to model any longer.'

'That is very clever, Honey but suppose I want to take a picture of you to send to my friends, thanking them for this outstanding gift...'

'In that case, I will make an exception, go ahead, but only one picture.'

I hold my mobile phone and take the photo while she smiles and raises the glass.

'Please show me the picture.'

She giggles. 'Oh, now it looks like I am teasing you in my bra'

'Well, are you, Honey?'

'Sorry, your wine is causing me to be silly, but you are also teasing me.'

'Do I?'

'Yes, I like your long legs. Look at the way you are sitting.'

Indeed, I have my legs spread.

'I can look at you for hours and enjoy the view,' she giggles again.

This is the first time that a woman tells me that. I don't know what to say, it's quite a compliment. I change the subject quickly and ask if I can send the picture to my friends thanking them for this outstanding model.

She nods.

As I send the picture in the group app, she stands up and walks along the paintings again. Wow, what a beautiful woman she is. One minute later, notifications appear on my mobile. Of course, I could have known it, people start to react to the picture I sent. One after the other, my friends now call to congratulate me.

Honey leaves for the kitchen and soon I hear the noise of pots and pans. I am curious and talking with my mobile against my ear, I see Honey wearing my apron. Is she preparing lunch?

Indeed, I see she is busy with eggs, butter and bacon. She must be hungry.

'Can I slice some bread and cheese for you Madam?'

'Yes please and what do you have in mind for tonight? Do we need to go shopping?'

'Let's go out for dinner!' I suggest.

'Oh that is great, I am very delighted, but I can also bake a blackberry pie for you. Would you like that?'

I raise my thumbs to which she responds, 'I have seen them growing along the road to the river. I will collect them, do you have a basket?'

A half-hour later, she leaves the farm while I sit in the chair and cannot decide what to do. I feel so happy, even now as clouds appear in the sky. The wind starts to blow from another direction and the temperature drops which is quite unusual here in Bourgogne. It starts to rain and I am concerned about Honey.

I am glad that she returns, soaking wet, her hair sticking to her head, but she is as proud as a child, 'Look, a basket full of blackberries!'

'Wow! I exclaim but I prefer the erected nipples protruding through her t-shirt.

'Can I please take a shower?'

'Of course, go ahead.'

As she walks towards the steps, she already removes her wet t-shirt and bra but I can only see her back. I have a strong desire to follow her and join her under the shower but I hesitate.

I am stunned when the lady comes down in her black dress and stockings in high-heeled shoes. My heart beats crazily, what a wonderful creature this is! Her face beams as she asks, 'Do you like my outfit, Mr Griffin? Do want me as a model?' She lifts her boobs which emphasises her cleavage and pushes her tongue in her cheek.

'I am flabbergasted and completely in shock.'

'Well please get dressed and do the same for me!'

'Honey, I cannot compete with you.'

'Of course, you can get dressed as a gentleman.'

'Do you believe I have a smoking jacket or fancy costume on this farm?'

'No, but you can dress smartly. '

'Okay, I will see what I have in my cupboard.'

I go upstairs and shower. I find a black shirt, white trousers and dinner jacket.

When I come down, she says, 'Well done my boy. You deserve a hug from mommy.'

She hugs me, kisses me on my forehead and says, 'I am craving, let's go!'

We step into my Land Rover and drive half an hour to the closest restaurant.

Honey smells divine and I am so proud to sit next to such a lovely lady. There is no moment of silence in the car, we chat all the time.

The restaurant is where only locals come and after all those years, I am regarded to be local as well. The owner, Marcel is surprised that I arrived with such a beautiful woman. He starts with presenting two glasses of white Bourgogne and some fresh bread with spicy butter on the house. He also organises live music by his cousin, an accordionist, a perfect setting. It is hard not to look at Honey's cleavage. I feel so privileged that this woman gives me intense attention, unconditionally. After the first glass, she giggles a bit, but never becomes vulgar, on the contrary, her humour is excellent. I feel like the richest man on earth and after the steak with salad and French fries, she only wants coffee, no ice cream. When I insist, she exclaims 'Do you want me to grow bigger?' She lifts up her bosom and laughs.

I ask her to drive home because I have been drinking too much which gives me the chance to look at her. I put my hand on her knee and thank her for the most wonderful beautiful evening and beautiful birthday.

'It is my pleasure, Sir.'

I am curious whether she wears pantyhose or stockings underneath her dress. A flame of desire overtakes my body. How sexy she is.

I ask if she is wearing stockings.

She giggles and answers, 'It is part of the birthday present. Your friends told me you liked this very much.'

'Did they?' I blush and wish to place my hand further up her leg, but I hesitate, I don't want to ruin our potential relationship. I have to be patient, there are plenty of days to come.

I put on the radio which offers romantic classical music. Everything is so perfect that I am elated.

Back on the farm I start the fire and ask if I can offer her a glass of port to end the perfect day.

Sitting in the old-fashioned chairs, I feel like a king as she sits in front of me like the queen of Sheba, entertaining me with her life story. With humour, she tells how she was born in Cape Town as the daughter of a preacher man. In her enthusiasm, she sometimes lifts a leg and gives me a beautiful sight of her stockings. I presume that she doesn't do it on purpose which arouses me even more.

Finally, she excuses herself by saying goodnight. I am eager to go upstairs with her and share the bathroom but again I need to be patient. She hugs me and kisses me on both my cheeks. I feel her bosom against me and I want to hold her but she pushes me back on my seat. 'You remain here till I am done, okay? No peeping or entering the bathroom by coincidence! I am a decent lady' and I will spank you if you are naughty, do you hear me?' She giggles. When she ascends the open stairs, I see the edges of the stockings and it is very hard to obey, but I yell, 'Yes my lady!'

A few moment later I hear that she takes a shower and I am sure that she would not mind that I take a look at her as she is a model. It takes a lot of effort to resist the temptation. Would she spank me while nude?

Unexpectedly, Honey comes down with a small bath towel around her body. My heart beats crazily. 'I have come to congratulate you, you behaved very well. You deserve a goodnight kiss.'

She kisses me on my lips, turns around and leaves me flabbergasted. I can only say 'Sleep well Honey'. As she leaves, I see that her butt is moving very gracefully.

Then drops the towel. Now she is completely nude and as she bents over to pick it up slowly, she looks back and whispers, 'Sorry Mr Griffin for this accident.'

This was the best striptease I have ever seen. Does she want me?

Is she as wet as I have this boner? I want to run up the stairs but what about teasing her too?

I turn off the lights downstairs and go up to my bedroom. When I undress to take a shower I still have an erection and even after the shower. When I switch off the light in the bathroom, I see that in her room the light is still on. This is my chance to tease her.

Still nude, I enter her room. She sits in bed, naked, leaning against some pillows as if she is waiting for me. I enter and ask foolishly, ' Did we say goodnight?'

'Oh I might have forgotten, Mr Griffin, yes please, let's do it.'

As I bend over, she grabs my penis. 'I can also shake hands with your mate here. Nice to meet you, Mr Penis. I like your size. Goodnight!'

'Thank you Honey for the most beautiful birthday ever.'

I turn around and leave the room into the dark bathroom. I am curious what she will do now as she must be aroused as well. Through the narrow gap in the door, I see that she spreads her legs and is touching herself. She stretches her body on the bed and starts to masturbate. I do the same in silence and we both cum quickly, very quickly...

End of part one