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The last part of Cyrus’ North Island journey comes to an end. After spending a week indulging in the last bit of adventure, he spends an entire week, splurging on some of the best food and wine that New Zealand has to offer in Hawke’s Bay. He is once again living in a luxurious cottage, overlooking a vineyard, and living the ultimate dream. At a New Year’s Eve party, he meets Leah, an amazingly beautiful and elegant older lady and spends two incredible days with her. On his last day, he meets a fellow Indian lady named Anusha, also a few years elder, and spends a passionate and lustful night with her, helping her rekindle her long-lost sexuality. Part 1 of his trip finally comes to an end when he returns his car and prepares to fly to Christchurch.
Chapter 9: Ends the North Island in Hawke’s Bay with 2 older women, Leah and Anusha
Nearly two months had passed in Cyrus’ long, invigorating and hedonistic adventure in New Zealand, and he was only now nearing just the end of his North Island trip. It was the 21st of December, and he had only a few more days of adventure followed by a week of luxury, decadence, food and wine in Hawke’s Bay before he embarked on his career finding journey in the South.
The next few days were spent exploring the volcanic region of Tongariro, rafting down the Manganuioteao and Whanganui rivers, and trekking through the Ruahine Forest Park, bringing to an end the last bit of adventure before he drove to Havelock North on the 30th of December.
Cyrus fed the address of the Blackridge Lodge, located in Havelock North, into the GPS system and began the long and scenic drive, eager to spend a luxurious and relaxed week in one of the world’s best wine regions. The Blackridge Lodge was part of the fine Blackridge Estate Vineyards that owned several luxury self-contained lodges, which they rented out throughout the Hawke’s Bay wine region. The Blackridge Lodge was one of the finest, a one-bedroom rustic yet luxurious cottage overlooking their premier vineyard and most of Hawke’s Bay.
It was nearly lunchtime when Cyrus entered the vineyard premises, and followed the GPS to a remote corner of the estate. From a distance, he spotted the lodge perched up on top of a small hill and recognized the ash-grey tone of the stone and wooden structure he had seen on the website. As he drove closer, he noticed how the beautiful cottage sat under the shade of several trees, and was surrounded by vineyards practically on all sides. If he had his way, he would never leave.
Cyrus parked near a car that was already there, and as he stepped out, a gentleman walked out of the cottage and came towards Cyrus.
‘Hi Cyrus. I’m John. We spoke earlier. I hope you found the way easily?’
‘Hey John. Yes, no problem at all. This place is stunning.’ He looked around, and all he could see was vineyard after vineyard caressing the rolling hills. He turned around to take a look at the lodge, and he knew he was in for a treat.
‘Come, let me show you around and get you settled in.’ John said as he led Cyrus into the cottage and as they entered the foyer, Cyrus was in love once again. It was rustic and beautifully appointed with warm wood, smart and stylish in a modern farm-like manner. The walnut colored worn out wooden rafters for the flooring went beautifully with the cream-colored stucco walls and similar wooden beams running along the ceiling.
The foyer opened out into a large living room and open-plan kitchen, surrounded on all sides with large French windows that lit up the space with ample natural lighting, and from anywhere in the room, the vast view of the vineyard was clearly visible. The furniture was comfortable and warm, with more walnut wood and earthy fabrics in the living room, contrasted by bright white cabinets and bar stools in the state of the art kitchen.
He led Cyrus to the bedroom on the other side, appointed with a large king size bed that faced one of the windows overlooking the vineyard below. The bathroom was spacious, with a large tub in the center that also overlooked the same view. John then led him back outside and onto the patio in the front of the cottage,
‘Thanks John. This place is truly magnificent. Now in terms of vineyards to visit, places to eat and all that, would you be the right person to speak to?’
‘Sure, I can suggest you where to go. We have also compiled a little booklet that gives you the best vineyards and restaurants here.’ John said as he handed him a small red book. ‘We have everything in here from types of wines, vintages, vineyards to how to visit them, chauffeur services. Everything. But feel free to call and ask me anything anytime.’
‘Thanks.’ Cyrus flipped through the pages. ‘I think this should be sufficient.’
‘No problem. So I’ll see you at the end of the week then.’ John said as he shook Cyrus’ hand and left him alone to enjoy the peace and tranquility of the place. Cyrus took one more walk around the lodge, admiring every little detail that was focused on to ensure the best possible experience to their guests. The lodge itself, though only a one bedroom one, was twice the size of his apartment back home, and the scenery of course was incomparable. He freshened up, brewed a cup of coffee and sat on the verandah overlooking the vineyard, missing only Priya and wishing she were there with him to enjoy this haven in solitude.
After a careful study of the book, he decided to spend the rest of that day in the Blackridge estate itself, sampling all of their many wines and participating in a few wine appreciation talks that would be held later that evening. He freshened up and drove back down to the main vineyard and had a quick lunch at their award-winning bistro, before the wine tasting at the cellar door.
Luckily it wasn’t very crowded that afternoon and Cyrus was able to get a sweet lady to help him sample the wines and explain a lot about the grapes and their growing processes and conditions, and various other intricate details that Cyrus had no previous knowledge of. After nearly two hours of tasting, followed by the talks, he walked around the vineyard, drove into town for dinner, and was back at the lodge a little after nine.
Cyrus turned on his laptop and sat on the verandah that faced west, watching the still somewhat orange sky slowly turn darker, silhouetting the landscape in front of him. Again thinking of Priya, he decided to send her a quick email and a picture of what he was looking out to. He brought his camera out, perched it up on a tripod, clicked the landscape with the setting sun and uploaded it to his hard drive.
Then he wrote,
Hey Pri… was sitting at another lovely lodge, overlooking one of the best vineyards in New Zealand. Take a look, I’ve attached a picture. Was thinking of you. You’d love it.
I can’t believe I only have a couple of more days to go before I finish in the North. The Tongariro Park and the rafting experience were unbelievable, and I know the next week in wine country is going to be great.
Heading to bed, will write more later.
Love Cy.
With that, he turned off his laptop and went to bed early that night.
He woke up early, and quickly realizing it was last day of the year, he was quite keen to do something at night. Over breakfast he first planned his day and would visit a couple of vineyards that were close to Blackridge. From the book he chose Red Barn, Te Mata, Craggy Range and Ashwell, Craggy Range being one of the largest and most popular. Then he called John for suggestions for the night,
‘Hey, John. Good Morning.’
‘Hi Cyrus. Morning. How can I help you?’
‘Just wanted some suggestions for a good place to go to tonight.’
‘Oh ya. Uhmm, let me see.’ He said, thinking for a few moments. ‘I highly recommend dinner at the Mission Estates Winery close to Napier. It’s award winning and fabulous, and tonight they’ll have something special for sure. After that you can hit a coupl
e of bars on the Marine Parade, they should be pretty exciting.’
‘Ok, that sounds good.’
‘Would you like me to book a table for you? And perhaps, a chauffeur service?’
‘Yes, actually, that would be great. Thanks a lot. Can you book the table for 8?’
‘Sure, and I’ll email you a confirmation.’
‘Thanks so much. Happy New Year in advance.’
‘Same to you. Have a nice day.’
Cyrus showered and left to visit his first two vineyards, Red Barn and Te Mata, which offered spectacular Pinot Noirs and Sauvignon Blancs, both wines relatively new to Cyrus.
It was nearly 2 p.m. and Cyrus was famished by the time he reached Craggy Range. Before doing any more tasting, he decided to eat, and found a table on the beautiful wooden deck overlooking the vineyard. After the waiter took his order of white wine, salad and pasta, he switched on his laptop and continued to write in his journal as he waited.
Then he saw her. He happened to look up from his laptop, straight out in front of him to see her, seemingly staring at him through her sunglass covered eyes. She looked pretty from where he was seated, and he continued to glance in her direction, admiring her sophisticated demeanor, almost certain she was several years his elder. Her lustrous blonde hair was tied up, exposing the fair and creamy skin of her slender neck. She was dressed elegantly, in a khaki colored jacket and denims, with a pair of flat brown sandals. As she leaned back in her seat, her jacket parted to reveal a tight t-shirt that seemed to be filled up rather nicely at the chest, while the rest of her seemed pretty slim from what Cyrus could make out.
They looked at each other for a few seconds before she shifted her gaze and continued to sip on her glass of wine. Cyrus continued to stare for a few more moments, waiting for her to look back at him, for any sign of acknowledgement or interest. But with nothing coming his way, and with the risk of her being offended with his gawking, he finally turned back to his laptop till his food arrived. He closed the lid, and as he sipped his wine, he noticed the lady once again staring back at him. Cyrus smiled this time, but either it went unnoticed or she didn’t seem to care as she turned her face and stared out somewhere else.
This visual exchange went on a few more times before she eventually stood up. It was then that Cyrus, in hopes of her coming up to him, noticed her gorgeous body in greater detail. Though his assumption of her slimness was true for her thin waist, the rest of her was artistically curvaceous, evident from her form-fitting denims. She was, by all means, voluptuous, as once again her jacket parted a little to display a full chest. But to Cyrus’ dismay, she gave him a quick glance and walked towards the wine shop and disappeared.
Cyrus enjoyed the rest of his meal in solitude, with only a memory of her elegance branded in his mind. He had a thing for older women, and she had fit the bill more than perfectly. All he could do now was savor the image in his mind while his cock twitched in his pants.
He sampled the wines at Craggy Range, then at Askerne, and finally made his way back to his lodge by 4 p.m. He sat on the deck and turned on his laptop to find an email from John waiting for him.
Hi Cyrus,
I’ve booked a table for you at Mission Estates at 8:00 p.m. I’ve also arranged for a chauffeur to drive your car and asked him to reach you by 6:30. I suggest you walk around the town of Napier before dinner. The art-deco architecture there is fabulous. Have a great night.
John
Cyrus felt a little drowsy and decided to nap in the couple of hours he had available, to make sure he was fresh and ready for a hopefully fun evening ahead of him. His cell phone buzzed after what seemed like hours, jolting him out of a deep sleep,
‘Uhh.. hello.’ He answered after several rings
‘Hi Mr. Mistry. This is Shane, your driver.’
‘Oh, hi. Are you here?’
‘Almost, just ten minutes more or so.’
‘What time is it?’
‘6:15.’
‘Ok. Thanks. The door’s open. Come in when you get here.’
‘Ok thanks Mr. Mistry.’
Cyrus hung up and stretched in bed, wondering what Priya’s plans were. It was so quiet and peaceful and he was almost in two minds to stay in. But deciding not to be boring, he jumped out of bed and went straight in for a hot shower, making a mental note to call Priya a little later.
He dressed smartly, in a pair of dark denims, shirt and jacket and though he was going out alone on New Year’s Eve, he was somewhat excited, given the sort of luck he had been having over the past couple of months. As he stepped out of his bedroom, he noticed Shane reading a newspaper at the kitchen counter.
‘Hi Shane I presume.’
‘Hi Mr. Mistry.’ Shane stood up.
‘Please, call me Cyrus. I’m all set to go.’ Cyrus gave Shane the keys to his car.
‘Ok Cyrus.’
‘So no plans for tonight?’
‘No. I actually need the extra cash. So decided to work.’
‘In college?’ Cyrus asked as he slid into the passenger seat.
‘Yes. First year. Wow, this is an amazing ride. I’m not feeling so bad about working New Year’s Eve after all.’ He laughed.
‘Oh it’s an amazing ride. And it’s nice to be driven around for a change.’ Cyrus laughed as he looked out the window, quietly admiring the scenery as Shane drove out of the vineyard towards Napier.
They chatted along the half hour drive, until Shane pulled up near the town center.
‘Ok. Here we are. I’ll meet you back here at 7:45.’ Shane said. Cyrus had already told him about the plans for the night.
‘Sounds good.’ Cyrus took his camera out and walked down one of the main streets. With a map in hand, he navigated the quaint and quiet town for an hour, admiring the pristine art-deco architecture before finding himself back at the center to meet Shane, who drove him to dinner.
Dinner was splendid to say the least, with a five-course tasting menu specially designed by the chef, using the freshest produce Cyrus had ever seen, along with a pairing of five of the vineyard’s best wines. After the immaculate meal, he decided to walk a little before heading into a bar, and asked Shane to drop him off at the beginning of Marine Parade.
The cool air was refreshing as Cyrus walked along the water, watching the town now bustling with youngsters ambling around or heading into bars. He suddenly thought of Priya and decided to call her.
The phone rang several times before he heard her familiar peppy voice, ‘Cy!’
‘Hey Pri! What’s up?’
‘Where are you? What’re you doing tonight?’
‘I just finished an amazing meal. Now walking along the water in this quiet town. Napier. Probably heading into a bar.’
‘Alone?’
‘As of now.’ He laughed
‘I figured.’ She laughed. ‘I got your email. I wish I was there Cy.’
‘Me too darling. Really missing you tonight. What plans?’
‘The gang’s coming over. That’s it. No one felt like stepping out into the chaos.’
‘That’ll be fun. Say hi to everyone.’
‘Will do. Call you in a bit ok?’
‘Sounds good.’
‘Ok. Bye’
He hung up, and as he continued to think about her, he wandered into a fun looking bar just attached to a swanky looking hotel. He walked around to check out the scene, first the outside then the inside, feeling just a little awkward to be there alone. He finally perched himself on a stool at the bar in the outside section, where the music was a little less loud and breeze was pleasant. He sat facing a large open window that ran across the length of the bar, where he could see the bar inside that ran along the same length.
In the mood for something stronger than beer, he ordered a mojito and scanned the area while he waited. The décor had a Mediterranean feel to it, with rough white walls, light wooden furniture, and gravel covering the ground outside. The insid
e was similar, except for the rough grey floor tiles, and the entire place was dimly lit with concealed lighting and candles. It was only around 10:30 and it was barely full, but the music was lively and the crowd seemed to be steadily pouring in.
The bartender served him his drink, and as he took a long sip, he nearly fell off the chair when he noticed the same lady from Craggy Range enter, walk past him towards the other end of the bar. She looked even more elegant, dressed in a long flowing dress that clung to her voluptuous figure like a glove. Her blonde hair was long and lustrous, cascading in gorgeous waves down her slender back, and gently bouncing as her body swayed towards the barstool, sitting down, alone, at least for the moment.
Cyrus continued to sip his drink while admiring her from the side of his eye, wondering what sort of luck and coincidence this was, bizarre to say the least. He was tempted to go over and speak to her immediately, but remained a little hesitant, not wanting to be too forward. He nevertheless turned towards her and gave her an occasional glance, trying not to be too obvious while hoping she would notice him.
Which she hadn’t, at least that’s what Cyrus thought. The bartender served her a drink, which she took, stood up and walked inside, leaving Cyrus a little disheartened as he had just about decided to go and speak to her. But then as luck would have it, she was back on her stool in a couple of minutes, and this time she did look over at him. Cyrus smiled and waited to gauge her reaction, and to his surprise, this time she actually smiled back. That was the cue he was waiting for as he slid off his stool and confidently waltzed over to her.
‘Hi there. I’m Cyrus.’
‘Well, hello Cyrus.’ She said in the most elegant manner. Her voice was by no means soft and dainty, but rather sultry and seductive, full of passion. ‘I’m Leah.’ Cyrus now had a chance to admire her sophisticated beauty from up close. It was certain she was several years elder to him, but with a sophisticated radiance that possessed Cyrus instantly. With hardly any makeup on, her skin still looked fresh and young as it glowed in the dim light of the flickering candles. Her thick hair, which was now gathered and twirled around to cascade down her front, had a golden sheen to it.
‘You were at Craggy Range earlier, weren’t you?’
‘Yes I was.’ She gave him a radiant smile. ‘I remember seeing you.’ She eyed him up and down, seemingly liking what she saw.
‘Yes, was there for lunch and some tasting.’
‘Do you always stare at women like that?’ She said, giving Cyrus a fright of his life. ‘Relax, I’m joking.’ She laughed.
‘Oh, uh. Ok.’ Cyrus was at a loss for words.
‘So are you here alone?’ She asked almost out of formality, knowing well what the answer would be.
‘Yes I am. And why is a beautiful lady like yourself alone tonight?’
‘What makes you think I’m here alone?’ She chuckled.
‘Oh. Well I just saw you, so I… uhh…’ He hesitated before she laughed and interrupted.
‘It’s ok. I am alone, unfortunately. So what brings you here alone then?’
‘I’m actually visiting from India, alone. On kind of a career finding mission.’ He explained very vaguely. ‘I’ve been touring the North Island, and in a few days I go down to the South. And instead of sitting in my room alone, I decided to come out.’
‘Well, glad you decided to come out then. Grab a seat.’ They clinked glasses.
‘So then how come you are alone?’ He noticed a ring on her finger.
‘Ah. My husband decided to travel just around this time. You see, he’s this big winery owner and he was invited by one of his largest customers in China so he had to go.’ She said with quite a bit of resentment in her tone. ‘He’s probably out humping some young little Asian doll as we speak.’ She downed the last of her drink and ordered another one.
‘Oh. I see.’ Cyrus didn’t know how to react to a stranger telling him about her apparently adulterous husband. He signaled the bar tender for another mojito. He also was a little disappointed at the fact that she was married. ‘Well, no reason you can’t be out having a good time now.’
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