,,,,am in love with you”, Matilda opened up after a lengthy conversation. She held my hands and looked deep into my eyes and said, ‘Give me a kiss and my soul shall be healed’ that morning I knew Satan is real. I tried to resist her provocative moves but wapi.
I told you my appetite to chew was high. Immediately she touched my arm my machine gun became stubborn. We cuddled in the sitting room. Matilda, for those of you who have not been to Parklands, is a slightly brown lady. She is the daughter of the long serving chief inspector of police during KIbaki regime. One Mr. Ochieng. Guess you now know why she rose through the ranks so quickly. She was in her mid-30s.
One thing was outstanding: her voluptuous booty. We kept the pace with what we were doing. Her tongue was doing its job on my neck while mine worked on her breasts. When she removed her Police Sacco T shirt I realised she was not wearing a brassiere. She had really summarised things for me.
Rhythmically, she played with my mjulus making it hard and firm. Slowly but steadily the temple started rising and I went for the crack. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked it. She groaned in pleasure.
I rubbed my tongue back and forth. I had missed. I clasped her clit with my teeth and flicked my tongue over it severally. She moaned with appreciation. She pinched me so many times. Orgasms are funny. Remember I did not suck Aayushi. The last person I sucked was Rita, over a week ago. My horniness can be understood I was now certain she was not wearing a thong.
Another indication she had come for nothing but good sex. She then assisted in removing my shirt and pushed back the table, creating more room on the carpet. She started sucking my ears. I must confess it’s not definitely a pleasurable thing but I enjoyed it. She removed her head clipper and let her hair fall over her shoulders to her boobs.
My mjulus was buzzing with anticipation. She rotated and stroked her it vigorously. She knew how to do it. She was wildly grinding her waist on me. I inserted my finger into her eskanunu. “Weka mbili”, she requested as she helped me to squeeze them deep. Her breathing became heavy.
I inserted the third and I felt her cum…’ ohhh beb deeper ohh beb I love you’ she screamed and squirted right on my face. I wiped it with my left hand. “Sorry Beb”, she sated as she rolled on her stomach. It’s not enough. Let us go to the bedroom, I want to feel your cock inside me. We managed to drag ourselves to the bedroom. That night I slept in her house.
“Nimeskia story nyingi juu ya wakisii ni leo nimeamini. Wewe ni simba daddy” Matilda complemented me. The first time I heard a woman call me a lion. I confirmed I am the chief general commander, nikikohoa wanaitika. Matilda rose, wore a leso and left to prepare breakfast. Since I was tired after the night’s activities, I decided to rest. Minutes later she came with breakfast.
We enjoyed our breakfast in bed. We fed each other with laughs and kisses. “Conrad, I don’t how to express this feelings. I am in love with you already.”Matilda told me point blank. She was honest from the look on her face. I honestly love Rita and I knew I can’t let her go for Matilda. I was left confused. I can’t leave Rita for you miss, I told myself from within.
Before I could leave Matilda asked me, ‘Do you mind coming over next weekend? I will be travelling. I want us to travel together’. ‘Sorry Madam, I won’t make it. I will be going to the village on Wednesday’ I lied. ‘Where is your home?’ She asked.
‘A few metres past Suneka off Kisii Migori road’ I answered. ‘Whao that’s the same route I use when I go home. What if u leave on Thursday, I can request for an early off we travel together’ she convinced me. I was thinking of the best excuse when her phone started ringing. When she hanged up. “Conrad, I have an urgent visitor in my office. Kindly make yourself comfortable I will be back shortly’ I knew this was a trap to retain me in her house.
“No madam, I have to go now”. We left and proceeded to the office. At the OB office she asked the police lady to hand me my phone. Hope you remember when I was released I left with only shoes. We proceeded to her office, she requested the visitors to give her a minute. We had a small chat and I stood ready to leave. When I stood,
‘Wait a moment Darlin’ Madam Matilda requested. She drew her locker and gave me 10000(Yes, ten thousand shillings).”‘Use that as u fare home” she hugged and kissed me and I left. As I walked out to Mpaka road, I felt guilty. Deep down in my heart I knew I have hurt Rita, mother to my unborn baby. I made my mind to go back to her, just like the prodigal son, and ask for her forgiveness.
I knew I had back slid. I made my mind to kill the fisi in me. I took a matatu at westlands to town. As I was manoeuvring my way in town, I decided to call Rita to inform her what had happened. When I removed my phone to dial. I got I had carried Matildas phone and she had remained with mine. I knew Matilda must have done this intentionally.
I decided to call my number so that I can inform Matilda she had remained with my phone. When I dialled my number on her phone nilipigwa na butwaa. Matilda had saved me Beb. How soon? I dialled it anyway. When she picked,’Beb mambo? Nimekumiss aki’ she started. ‘kamia simu nko kwa nyumba’.
‘Nko salama Madam, nilisahau simu yangu hapo?’ I asked. ‘You do not have to call me Madam’ she requested. I had promised to kill the fisi in me. I swore within myself not to go back for the phone. ‘Please niletee tao?’ I requested. After a short talk she confirmed she switched phones when we hugged. “Imagine sikam tao, wee kamia tu simu ntakulipia uber”. That day I did not go home.
That evening we shared a lot with Matilda, OCS Parklands Stapol. We cooked together, hope you remember my prowess in the kitchen is unmatched, ate and then showered together. It was my second time to shower with a woman. Matilda had a bath tub in her bedroom, something I had not used before. She gave me her white towel and she wore a leso. Guys, kuna wanawake hapa nje wana shape. Matilda is one of them.
I admired her as she removed her clothes. You see when ur blessed with assets you are never afraid of removing clothes in front of ur man, a ‘blessed’ man like me(Aka Mr Chuma ya Doshi). She proceeded to the bathroom.
She filled the bath tub with warm soapy water. A process that took about 15minutes(including heating the water).
When she was done, she stretched her head from behind the bathroom door,’Maji iko tayari bwanagu’, an indication that I should join her in the shower. Men, if your wife calls you with sweet adjectives, oh bwana, oh mzee just know chuma yako imefika gauge. I sat on one edge of the tab and her on the other facing each other. It reminded me when my mother used to make me sit in a karai when I was very young. She could leave me play in the water before placing me on the stone to dry. That was early 80.
I know most of u were not yet born then, bt that is how it was. Potties and Diapers that most of u used were never there. possibly the reason why my machine gun is still active, very active if I can attest. Back to what we were talking. Our legs roamed in the water freely. At one instance I remember, while our bodies were immersed under water, she stroked my machine gun with both of her legs. Her smooth legs worked stroked it so freely, thanks to the lubricating soapy water. she tried to cock the gun in vain.
That’s when I realised when a gun is under water hardly can it cock or shoot. We washed each other in turns. Rita had taught me how to wash an eskanunu, I did it so well on Matilda until she joked ‘Nani alikufundisha hizi zote’ when we were wiping ourselves.’Kuja sasa tuende nikupee joto’ Matilda requested and we left to the bedroom.
The next morning, a Sunday I left early. I left early because I wanted to see my Rita, it had been 3 days without me seeing her. I also wanted to go to church. I needed to repent my sins and also ask God help me kill the fisi in me. I hugged and kissed Matilda.’Thanks Sana, these have been the 2 best days of my life.
Kindly promise you will be coming to see me often?’ Matilda requested. ‘I will dear’ I confirmed. ‘Hug me again? ‘She requested. This time round she held me tightly pressing her breasts against my chest for a whopping 3 minutes (the longest hug I have ever received).
She then placed something in my pocket. Open when you get home, she said and I left. Being a Sunday, there was no traffic. I took a matatu at westlands for 10 bob. While in the matatu, my phone started vibrating. When I checked it was Daktari, if you still remember the nurse Mercy who we met when we escorted Mwakideo to hospital???. I did not pick it because of the noisy matatu. While on it I remembered Matilda had placed something in my jacket . When I checked
it was an envelope. I returned it.
After a short while my phone vibrated again.