Unlocked my phone feeling some sort of drowsiness. “It ain’t over yet we need to revisit(the sink),” the text read Obviously we all know who the sender was, “I love games,,” I wickedly replied smirking my own lips as I felt my own hands itching. “Nick won’t be home tomorrow,” came the response.
” I prefer my own grounds,” I responded knowing well that I was getting into a terrible mess but anyway what would I do, Fiona had travelled to the Coast and slowly I could feel our relationship dying, at first the fiery messaging which was sweetly erotic had graduated to cold hi(s) with miss you too just for formalities, we rarely were speaking and somehow the fisihood in me had given me the go ahead to flirt with whatever pleasing thing that landed my way.
I pitied Nick for it was his girlfriend who somehow had first landed in my hands, she had even gone furtherer and took my number from his phone plus I don’t want to even think of how it might end incase maybe the walls that had ears got wind of whatever was happening
“Pick me at the bus stop at exactly four evening,” came the response.
” Preserve the meals for me please,” I responded, I hated doing revised works anyway.
“Wanna see the state of affairs?” She replied, I knew where this was going.
She the flocked off my screen with what most men loved the most, nudes. Her dark n***ls sweetly suspended at the edge of her of her b**bs erotically shined on my screen making me lick my lips as I already felt the sudden urge to work on them. She then sent her full body view with her natural curves flawlessly flowing alongside her chocolaty unique skin tone.
The night seemed longer than ever, I turned every five minutes wishing it to be morning but somehow the clock was working against me. The next day early in the morning I jumped out of bed and according to the bachelor’s creed: the bachelor’s cribs are rarely cleaned not unless there is a VIP visit, further more according to the book of understanding women, the little things like the cribs cleanliness might as well as lure your visitor for a second round visit.
I did all the necessary cleanings and at around three in the evening I saw my phone buzz I rushed to pick it up but I almost hanged up when I saw a new number. I was not expecting new calls I picked it with my brains seriously grumbling against each other. The mayhem in my head was cut shot with the eloquence of a femininely struck voice as I felt jitters all through me. It was Maya
: “Hello kindly come am at the stage and my phone is off,” Her tone seemed to be begging and commanding at the same time, I quickly dashed out and I was half running and half walking, one would mistake it that it was the first time I was having a girl in my crib from the way I ran down the alley.
This girl had however a certain unexplainable effect on me in as much as she wasn’t mines. I flash backed our session at the skin and it even made me increase my speed,, There she was, dressed in a pink dress that hugged her curves perfectly she seemed to be unsettled and had not even noticed me, as I was coming from the opposite direction, I sneaked through to her back and quickly grabbed her by her waist holding tight her love handles as I quickly planted a light peck and spun her to my face making slight pleasured sigh escape her lips.
“Damn it pervert,,” she said as she sunk herself into my embrace. I felt my pulse rate involuntarily increase and knew if we were not getting a roof in our heads soon things might get out of hand. I quickly flagged down a motorbike and we quickly set off. It was a walk able distance but the hornyness in me was never going to allow us walk, I was already drawing circles up her thighs as we sat on top of the motorbike caring the least of maybe the public, who anyway were too busy to notice some two perverted youth making out in a moving motor bike.
I handed the guy a one hundred note when we were at my gate and never even bothered to ask for change. I had perfectly done all my cleaning and had that confidence which could easily give the state a public address as I pulled her into the house and locked the door behind me. Without a word she threw out herself on my lips and with the support of my neck, she weakly tied her arms on as she sought supplementary anchorage in help of her wobbling feet. In less than a second I had made our way to the bed with my eyes closed, she was the most perfect kisser I had ever laid my lips upon and one would easily want to dwell on her lips for life but remember,,,
I also have a game to play. I disengaged from her lips and made my way with small kisses at the boarder of her neck and shoulder, she pulled one of the straps of her dress and as expected, I never was a dummy in school, I was a quick learner and I pulled off the other strap with lips still busy on her skin planting the slight kisses on her as I helped her pull off the dress.
I would admit it she had the tenderest of skins and I highly doubted the efficiency of my rough hands but anyway I was too busy to be concerned by that, she had put on a pink bra which matched with her pink panty which were less of a concern to me as by the moment all I wanted was her. Slight moans found their way out of her in as much as she had bit her lower lip in quest to control her ‘sound effects’ I gently helped her arch as I had one of her n**ls in my mouth with my right hand lightly making circles down high past her thighs, I intensified the grip of my lips in her n**els and this increased the volume of her moans thanks to my ever loud woofer anyway, I never minded on the neighbors, her eyes had turned watery and her lips had taken a more dark colour she looked weak and that was already a job well done to me right before I could set my tools to work.
I went down with the kisses down her navel and once more helped her arch as I carelessly tore off her p*nty no sooner had I set my lips on her than I had someone’s hand by the door lock.
“Vead man bana nimesplashiwa maji chafu na truck ya mchanga hebu fungua (Vead a sand truck has splashed dirty water on me please open),” It was Nick’s voice…
To be continued…..