Part XVIII - 7: Birthday surprises

I woke up at six thirty, jumped out of bed, taking the sheets with me to the laundry to wash so they were fresh for Jennifer's visit. I had flowers everywhere, and during the week I had some workmen come out and turn four of the many unused rooms which used to house slaves into a nice big ball room.

I literally danced as I showered, having already taken a shower the night before, but wanted to be extra fresh for Jennifer's birthday. I put on her favorite cologne, and wore the outfit she liked best on me, and made sure the bathroom was spotless before leaving to pick her up at seven thirty sharp.

As the limo pulled into the driveway, I was disappointed to find that she wasn't even up. In fact, no one was awake in the house, and it took me a few minutes to decide what to do about that.

"Happy Birthday," I said softly, sitting down on her bed and smiling at her as she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Hi... " she said sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Eight twenty," I said, stroking her face with my right hand gently.

"Oh... I guess I forgot to set my alarm," she said slowly and sleepily.

"That's okay... You look so sweet in the morning... "

"Ugh" she said making a face. "Sweet? I look awful after I get up."

"Mmmmm, but not when you first wake up... " I said dreamily with the smile still on my face.

She yawned, then stretched, then just laid there a while enjoying my caresses and happy stare.

"You know, the longer I lay here, the less time we have doing other things," she finally said.

"Then maybe you should get up," I said happily.

"Maybe you should get out of my room so I can."

"What? Oh... Uhm, okay," I said as I reorganized my thoughts and stood up.

"Go on... " she insisted.

So I left her room and shut the door behind me, then noticed Lee's hand beckoning me towards her room.

When I reached her door, Lee pulled me inside and closed it quietly.

I was about to ask her what was going on when she held her finger to her lips and motioned me to follow her to the bathroom door.

"She does this every morning now... " Lee whispered in my ear and indicated for me to look through the crack of the door.

As I peeked through the crack, I saw Jennifer entering the bathroom, close her door, then slip her nightgown off followed by the panties she had on before sitting down on the pot.

"Uhm, Lee? So what if she goes to the bathroom? A lot of people have to go... " I thought to her.

"No... Keep watching," she barely whispered in my ear while letting her hands travel up then down my front.

I ignored Lee's exploring my body since I knew she wouldn't do anything more than a simple feel, and watched as Jennifer finished taking a pee and walked up to the mirror which I could barely see. Jennifer took her small breasts in her hands and said in a hushed voice, "You two better be growing... " then stood there a few moments kneading them before sighing and reaching for something on the sink.

I heard her unscrewing something, then found her bringing a wetted finger up to her left breast and drawing an invisible heart shape around it with her finger. She repeated it to the other one, then just as I thought she was finished, she wrote the letter I just below her neck, then also did something else across her tummy that I couldn't see because she had turned slightly away from me.

After that, she looked at herself in the mirror, pushed her chest out a moment to see if it would make it look fuller, then relaxed and sighed. She took one last look at herself, then started putting on the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Lee whispered in my ear while her hands slipped under my shirt and felt their way up my tummy.

I moved away from the door and Lee's grasp at the same time, then spun around and grabbed her unexpectedly. I could feel her pulse increase and her breath quicken as I leaned forward, but instead of kissing her red waiting lips, I just whispered in her ear, "Yeah... Thanks."

Make no mistake... Lee was one hot babe, and I didn't miss the fact that all she had on was a really long nightshirt. And seeing how hard her nipples were through the thin material of the shirt made it that much harder to let go without sampling them first, but I did, and even walked out the room without looking back.

I waited in the family room another five minutes before Jennifer finally came out and asked if she should eat before we left. I just shook my head no with a smile on my face, for I had just figured out what the three letters were that she had wrote on her tummy.

Jennifer was a strange one when it came to cuddling and kissing and stuff. Most of the time she tolerated it because she knew how much I enjoyed doing it, but wasn't really that big on it herself. Oh, she did enjoy it and even initiate it at times, but unless she was in the right kind of mood, she just let me do it and didn't complain.

But then there were times she wasn't in the mood for it at all, especially when she felt pressured to do it, and I found out when we got in the limo she was feeling very pressured about what she had promised for the day.

So after she had shied away from me on two attempts to cuddle with her, I sighed, then said, "It's your birthday, not mine. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, so let's just forget about the shower idea and have some other kind of fun, okay?"

"Really?" she said guiltily but relieved.

"Would I lie to you?"

"No... So if we don't do that, what do you want to do?"

"Well, I have a few surprises for you... " I said with mischievous eyes.

"Can I peek?" she said, attempting to read my mind.

"No, so stop that. Save your energy for later," I said, then saw she had caught the hint.

"Okay," she said, moving closer to me to rest her head against me.

"You know what?" I said, leaning back a bit to give her the room she needed to lay against me.

"No... What?"

"Sometime while we're at my place, and only if you want to... I'd like to see your breasts again."

"Uhm... Why? Besides the obvious I mean."

"This morning when I woke you up? I could have sworn... Never mind."

"What? Tell me."

"I just thought they looked... bigger, that's all."

"What, from a week ago?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, you know you're at the age where they can do that kind of thing. Does your bra feel... tighter than it used to?"

"Now that you mention it... I does feel a little... tighter," she said, moving her hands to feel her breasts through her shirt and bra.

I sniffed, then said, "Mmmmm... and you smell so good... "

"I think you're right," she said happily. "I've been telling then they need to grow too. They must have listened to me."

"I'm sure they did, sweetie," I said, kissing the top of her head and marveling at how a simple but well informed suggestion could make someone feel good.

When we arrived at my mansion, she insisted that she help fix her own breakfast, and I ended up sharing it since I had only eaten a bowl of foot loops before I had left. We ate together and talked a while after we had finished our food, then cleaned up the dishes and went for a walk around the mansion.

After I told her about my paternal grandfather and how my home had been his long before I was born, she asked me about the original purpose of almost every room we visited or passed. I couldn't answer all of them but I could tell she didn't mind. We both knew neither of us would ever want that kind of place, and it had been just mild curiosity on her part to have asked in the first place.

When we finally wandered upstairs to where the new ballroom was located, I managed to distract her while we walked in so she didn't notice anything until we were inside and I pressed the button to start the music and lights.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed as the slow music flowed around us and the speckles of light swirled around the room. "Why didn't we use this room to practice for the dance?"

"Because it was just finished yesterday. I had it built just so we can dance our slow dances whenever we wanted to."

"Sounds wonderful," she sighed as she faced me and pressed her head against my chest with her hands folded up between us.

That was how we danced back then, with my arms wrapped protectively around her and my head resting on top of hers, we just moved back and forth with the music, and letting ourselves feel the peace which it gave us. I look forward to the day that I will be teaching my daughter to dance like that, for I miss dancing with a girl this way. For all of my perversions and sexual explorations, I've reached an age where a girl young enough to only come up to my chin is too young for me to be romantically or sexually interested in. But I have a feeling my daughter and I will share a different kind of bond that is just as sweet and endearing as I had with my mom, and I have no problems with dancing with her.

I think we danced for an hour, and basically we only stopped because we knew there were other things we wanted to do, but promised ourselves we would dance again before I took her home for the day.

Jennifer said she wanted to try out the pool, and after a brief argument she gave her permission for me to swim nude. She of course wore a full suit, but I didn't have a problem with that since I only wanted us to both be comfortable in the pool together.

Despite our best intentions at keeping ourselves moving in the water and having some clean fun, we couldn't help ourselves when I was following her to get out of the pool and she lost her footing and fell back against me. That wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't have grabbed a hold of my pole to stabilize herself, but as it grew hard in her hand, she got pretty aroused and couldn't help giving it a couple of experimental squeezes before turning around and looking at me for permission to go on.

I nodded as calmly as I could, then shuddered as she felt around the rim with her other hand. All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind, from tasting it with her tongue to jerking me off until I shot. But none of these things happened, and she had kept it in the water the whole time. But Jennifer did allow herself to get a good feel for my cock and its balls before suddenly slipping under the water and swimming away as fast as she could.

I chased her in the pool from a combination of playfulness and sexual frustration, and continued to chase her when she got out and ran into the next room. By the time we had ran out of breath and collapsed in the living room, my cock had gone soft and my frustration was long gone.

We decided to eat lunch once we had got our breath and energy back, so while she went to change back into her clothes, I just slipped into my jockey shorts and started preparing our lunch and her next birthday surprise.

"By the way," she said when she entered the kitchen. "I watched the second half of the game last night. You were very good. Much better than Joey was."