The velvet cream coloured curtains cover the tall windows of the large master bedroom. The only lights lit in the room were the dim-lit bedside lamps. The air in the room was finely embellished with a mixture of Oak-wood scent and subtle hint of strawberry fragrance that made it feel as though it had been a while since a man had been there. With the curtains shut, a mild darkness overshadowed the bed-room, and just as I slowly made my way towards the single-seater chairs that were carefully arranged in a circular way around a small vintage looking three-legged table, the bathroom door opens. The steam that escaped from the bathroom was as thick as morning fog. And as she stepped out of the bathroom with her damp towel wrapped firmly around her body, my lips couldn’t hold back the urge to part in awe of her………..

 

Hi there, this is Obiora. Yes I know you missed me and you would want to hear about what happened after I dodged those thugs with my James Bond driving techniques, but no, that’s story for another time. Although I am very sad that the writer has refused to allow me tell you guys about it, I do hope this story I am about to tell you would be quite titillating as the epic continuation to my wild car chase.

So this story begins at the Ikoyi club golf course. One of the senior partners at my law firm Barr. Jimmy Kirchhoff had pulled me out of the office to enjoy an afternoon game with him. The heat of the sun was slightly wavering between unbearable and mild, underneath my tightly fit golf shoe, the heat was making it a little hard for me to stand comfortably. Golf had never been my game, but to congratulate me and welcome me into the higher cadre of staff in the office Barr. Jimmy had signed me up for some quick startup lessons in the rudiments of golfing and all it entails about 3 months before this afternoon’s experience. I had just potted the 17th hole and I was ahead of my boss who was gaining on my tail as he just potted his 15th hole. As I had just made a swing in a bid to make a hole-in-one shot which sadly ended up falling a few meters south from the 18th hole, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and it was Mrs Jegede. After our chanced meeting at her fund-raising event, we had been in constant contact on the phone for two weeks, and I just successfully unpeeled the outer layering of her acquiesce woman essence with my witty-humorous banter. Needless to say, I had successfully made her open the large steel gates that would usher me into the high-walled fortress of her heart, that only her husband was allowed through while he was alive.  Letting the phone ring till it stopped buzzing in my pocket I made my way towards where my ball had landed and a gentle tap with the top edge my club I potted the ball. Unaware of my boss driving up to me with his golf cart, I swiftly made a 180⁰ degree turn, slightly managing to miss the cart drive pass me.

“Obi my boy! You do catch on really fast, don’t you?” he said in a sarcastic tone.

“Yes sir, I only managed to get ahead of you with beginners luck. I am very sure if we repeated this exercise the results would show a twist in events” I replied in a likewise condescending tone, with a not too wide smirk on my face.

“Nonsense my friend, you beat me fair and square, you don’t need to butter me up because I’m your boss. It’s not like I was going to fire you over losing a fair game of golf.” He replied sharply.

“I am very grateful for this opportunity that you’ve given me sir. But, I have to take my leave now to attend to an urgent call from one of my clients” I said while I motioned to my caddie to bring by the cart for us to leave.  As my caddie arrived in the golf cart, I quickly hopped on, got out my phone from my pocket and dialed Mrs Jegede’s number which was on the missed call list. And as I put the phone to my ear I turned to wave goodbye to Barr. Jimmy.

“Hey, good afternoon ma’am, how are you?” I said immediately she picked up the call.

“I’m fine my dear and how are you today?” she replied,

“I am exhausted! My boss forced me from the office to come play a match with him at the Ikoyi Club Golf course. The game coupled with this terrible Harmattan sun drained my spirits and soul of every ounce of energy it had left. But I’m on my way out of here now and I’m very anxious about our dinner.” I said with a wide grin stretched on my face.

“Awww, my love, so am I. The more reason I couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve got my Driver waiting to pick you up at the parking lot outside the club building.”

“But, how did you know…..”

“Oh I had placed a call to your secretary few minutes before I called you earlier, to find out where you were. Don’t be mad at her, she was only performing her duties to a wealthy client of the company. So Haruna would take you to your place to get changed while you could tell your driver to take your car back to the office. The car is a black Mercedes-Benz E350 with covered plates, can’t be hard to miss. I have sent your phone number to Haruna so he calls you right after we are done talking. So I’m expecting you at mine in an hour, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure ma’am. An hour is quite enough. See you soon.” I said with a light chuckle in my voice.

“You too my love. See you soon.”

I made my way straight to the parking lot area within the club premises and I saw Haruna in a dark suit, white shirt and black tie standing right beside the car. I walked straight to him, and the young chap greeted me and opened the back seat door to usher me into the car. As I sat down and the door was shot after me, I suddenly developed this mixture of aloofness and anxiety that settled right beneath my heart. But I thought to myself that it was probably just the air-conditioning in the car that made me feel that way, and I sat back to enjoy the ride home.

The ride up to Mrs Jegede’s villa was filled fear and a lot of tension. Not because it was the first time I’d been invited to a house of its size, but the mere reason that she thought me so warm that she actually went through all the hassle of even sending me her chauffeur to bring me right to her doorstep, to be very honest, you sef reason am, you no go fear. But as the drive came to an end right in front of her door, the gentleman instincts kicked in, and I assumed a certain composure that would not even let the a crack of sweat out of my skin pores, as bad guy wey I be. I adjusted my suit and was about to twist the door handle when it miraculously swung open and I received the warmest hug in a very long time. As she pulled away from the embrace she ushered me into her home like this was not the first time I had been there.  She led the way straight to the dining area of the house where the table had already been set with a ceramic bowl of stew, a glass bowl of white rice, another little ceramic bowl of chicken and beef, a small flat plate with vegetables, a ceramic bowl plate of moi-moi wrapped in green palm leaves. My gosh, my first thoughts after seeing all these food laid out was that we were having more people join us at the table, but as soon as she ushered me to my sit and sat down adjacent me I knew it was just going to be us. She kept looking at me throughout the meal, I knew she obviously wanted to say a lot but it would all have to wait till after the meal.

As soon as we were done eating, she took me by my right hand and dragged me up the stairs to this room that was filled with African leather pouf of different colours, sizes and shapes. Her eyes were so bright and lit like she had just found a diamond in the rough. She whispered in my ears before we got into the room, “Please take off your shoes and your jacket.” I did that immediately, and handed her my jacket. She took my jacket and hung it on the coat stand in the room and then ushered me in. As we sat down on the soft silky cushions I remembered that her husband was a Yoruba army officer and a Muslim, and it immediately made sense to me why she would have such a room in her house. I didn’t know, that while I gazed around she looked so intently at me but as soon as my eyes finally met hers she said ” you like this room, don’t you?” a quick nod was all I could give. And then she went on “that why I thought I should bring you here first. I’ve not brought any one up here since the death of my husband 6 years ago.” And immediately she turned to pick up the intercom phone. She called the kitchen and told them to bring up the 1986 Mouton Cadet Bordeaux from the cellar.  She dropped the phone immediately after and faced me.

“So tell me, you were shaking when I hugged you downstairs. Did I scare you?” she said in a calm tone filled with poise. I never thought she even noticed.

“Well I didn’t think you’d do that immediately you saw me, so it put me off a little.” I replied. She let out a little chuckle and was about to pick up the phone when the steward walked in with the wine in an ice bucket and two large Bordeaux wine glasses. She dropped the phone, picked up the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and offered it to me to open it. I humbly turned down the offered and then she proceeded to opening it. As she popped open and poured the wine into the glasses, I looked around the room once again and right there sitting at the left corner was a large photo album. I reached to grab it and then dropped it right in the middle of the two of us. She tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention, and handed me a half full glass of the red wine. I opened the photo album and the first image I saw was of her and her husband on their wedding day, she quickly flipped it to the next page which had the baby picture of her first son Oladotun, and immediately we both burst into laughter.

We had a few more glasses and laughed at some more pictures till we noticed that the wine was done and that we were both a little drunk. And as I dropped my cup on the floor I turned back to look at Mrs Jegede, our lips met in a soft light touch. We both stared at each other intensely for a few seconds and she pulled my face in for a more intense kiss. This kiss was so much deeper than the first because it felt like she had lost her breath while looking at me and was trying so hard to find it at the bottom of my throat, but I didn’t mind because I’m sure it felt the same way for her as well.  We kissed a while longer and then my lips found their way to the small of her neck, she let out a low tone moan. I sucked on it for few seconds and dragged in some air through mouth and then returned to kissing her. While I still locked lips with her, I took her by the legs and lifted her off the pillows, and then whispered in her ear, “Lead me to your room” and she pointed into the right down the hallway.

She kept on looking at me all through the walk down the hallway that led to her room. But as we got to her room and I set her down on the bed she slapped the bed twice and told me to sit, I sat and then she climbs right on top of me. We continued kissing but this time with more body action. She went straight to unbuttoning my shirt and removing it. Then I took off her blouse and unfastened her bra, she stops kissing me and holds her bra on her breast, bites her lower lips, and slowly lets out the right breast first and then the left. And in that moment she looked more beautiful than she had ever looked, for a woman of her age her breast were still in a very firm and perky with the nipples already up and pointed. I slowly wrap my lips around the nipple of the right breast, and as I sucked on it she let out a silent moan. My tongue went round on the edges of the areola and then I nipped the nipple with my teeth, she grabbed my head and held it tight. I swiftly shifted my attention to the other breast and repeated the same action but this time while I was busy sucking on this breast I played with the other one with my other free hand pinching the nipple and gentle squeezing the breast at the same time. She couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled my head close to her face and whispered in my ear, “Fuck me now!” With swift movement I turned her to lay her back on the bed, and proceeded to gently taking her skirt off.  I looked straight  into her eyes as I took off her skirt and proceeded to slowly nick off her already wet panties. I could feel the Goosebumps on her laps as I kissed her inner thighs on my way up to her core. As I got closer, I could feel the heat of her core, it was so obvious no one had been this close to it in years. I lightly swept my tongue in an upward movement right through her centre, and she shivered.  With my index finger and my thumb I spread the out layer of her sex and licked the top side that had formed into a little penis. Then I proceeded to licking her sex and sucking it. As I went down on her, I could hear her moans and gasps for air become more frequent. She grabbed my head and dug her fingers into my little Afro. Her moans became louder and louder. I felt her shiver the first time, and I knew what it meant. Then with the second shiver I raised my head up and stuck my middle finger inside her, and with a very loud moan came the waterworks.

We made love all night, with her enjoying every moment on top of me. I could never forget the moment when she put my finger in her mouth and sucked on it while she gently rode me like a horse. But as soon as we both came, she collapsed on me and rolled off me. We lay there for five minutes naked and panting, taking in deep breaths. Then she rolls right to my side and finds her way under my arm, puts her head on my shoulder looks up at me and says

“Thank you Obi. Thank you for making me feel like a woman again.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one satisfied here.” I replied. And we both burst into laughter.

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I really want to tell you so much about the morning after but then let me allow your imagination run amok and see where it leads you. But, I’ll let you in on a little secret, i think she’s hooked on me. And my time is up. Till next time. Cheers people.