THE CAFE..

Hey guys, am about to drop a hot series but in the main time enjoy these short stories ...

It’s another rainy day in Lagos Island and at the designated spot at the restaurant, I wonder when the weather would change. The glass of wine in my hand gets tepid as I wait, my pulse is a flighty staccato against the soft skin of my wrist as the nerves build.  I need to calm down, I know but it must’ve been almost an hour since I arrived.

Time seems to be making a fool out of me, running really slow in my head, but running fast on the actual clock. I had somewhere else I had to be, and It seemed like i’ve been here forever, waiting for him. I took a minute to think about why i was really waiting.

Him.

Just the thought made me smile and somewhat anxious. His skin was anything but smooth, with cuts and bruises that he had refused to acknowledge. He piqued my curiosity every time he avoided my questions. Still, he would grace the face of any magazine with his allure and upscale classy almost stubborn look. His suits fit perfectly and his voice was always low, always decisive, always authoritative, he shouldn’t have noticed me.

I was just a worker in the building he owned and he should not have said hello to me, but he did and he had asked for my number. He was my boss’ oga, the main man of Clientele systems Engineering Limited. I was just a secretary.

Now, here I was, in my roommates most expensive shoes and a dress I bought on loan because I had to impress him.  I had to make sure that he remembered me. He walked in a few minutes interrupting my thoughts, and my anxiety was back in full force.
One more glass of wine was not enough for what I suddenly felt like doing. So I shared the rest of the bottle with him, he had eaten, and of course we could go over to his to get more comfortable.

He was easy to chat with, and the rainy evening made the drive to his home very pleasant.  I was having butterflies, real butterflies as i stepped out of the car and waited for him to lead me into the house.

The carving of Jesus on the door mocked me, mocked my thoughts but I was ready for it. For him, words were unimportant. My lips merged with his, seconds before my breasts pressed against my see through blouse against his starched shirt. Maybe it was the wine, I was feeling bold, brash  or maybe it was the way he was kissing me, as he pushed his evident hard-on against me.

The kiss was hot as he bit my lip hard and I sucked his tongue. Without saying a word, he grabbed and lifted me by my butt, walking away from the door. Drunken by his kisses, I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his collar.
He dropped me on the leather chair, my breathe winding out of me with force. I saw his face seconds before he turned me around and pushed his erection against my soft butt. I could feel him, i could imagine what he wanted as he grabbed my small waist and pushed himself against me. He bit my neck and I could feel wetness pool at the core of me.
“I can smell you” he groaned against my ear, his breathe giving me goose pimples. I wanted him like I needed to eat, I want you, came my reply.
He pushed my skirt up as he unzipped his fly. I couldn’t wait long enough as he worked his buckles. Free, I heard his sigh seconds before I felt him move my thong aside and try to push into me. I was wet, thick, tight. Oh Lord…I needed him to…
A little scream escaped me as he pushed himself into me with so much force, hitting my abdomen. His breathing was laboured as I squeezed my vagina walls against his penis. He had to move, I had to feel him move. He withdrew slowly, My wet walls against him as went in and out slowly, picking up the pace. I could feel him, every inch of him as he drove me off the edge, squeezing my butt, encircling my waist with his hands.

Faster, Faster… I could feel the tautness, my skin was moist, tingling as he went faster. In and Out. In and out. Oh No. I could hear him build, faster, faster…Wait. He had to wait a bit. He didn’t as he pushed me off the edge, every nerve ending exploding as he
filled me with warmth, collapsing on the chair together.

I need to leave, I said as I pulled myself away, pulling my panties up and my skirt down over my hips. He nodded slowly and adjusted his trousers. Pecking me on the cheeks, he closed the door behind me as I walked into the rainy night.