By Emdee David
Accidental Date
Nature has made man always finding the physical beauty of a woman attractive. And beyond that, guys begin to think of how to love and to hold. If the girl in their focus is too sophisticated for them to have, they fantasize; and if reachable, they go forth. There are guys who don’t believe any daughter of Eve can elude them, no matter how beautiful, stylish and educated or psychedelic the woman is. Such guy is Tony Marcus. That’s me.
As Kate was late to the eatery I had asked her to meet me, I met this elegant-looking lady sitting uneasily behind a table concealed by a standing AC. She obviously was waiting for someone, undoubtedly a guy. She was extremely beautiful, light in complexion with gab teeth like the door to a gazebo. I had my back on her while I ordered a bottle of water, but I could feel the heat of her gaze on me. Did she know me? Had we met before? I turned to look at her and I saw her smile. Yellow light! Or green?
She was so attractive. Who was she waiting for? I checked my time, wondering how soon Kate would get here. Then I decided to go upstairs to wait for her. As I moved, the girl smiled at me again. Omo, this is green light, I guess. How do I start?
“Tell him it’s not good to keep a beautiful lady waiting.” I said to her when I approached her with a smile.
“It’s not good to keep a lady waiting,” she said to me. Now, I understood. She was waiting for someone she obviously had never met. And she thought I was he. Green, light for me. I offered her my water, she thanked me.
“Just for a start,” I said, as if I actually bought it for her.
“You look different here.”
“Really?” It wasn’t a question. She nodded anyway.
“So?”
“Good to see you”
“Good to see you too. You are so beautiful,” I said. She blushed. Wow, she had dimples. I observed her lips, so succulent, kissing her would be heavenly. I was looking around to see if whoever she was waiting for had come; no one.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said and led the way like an Army commandant. Then Kate came flashing as we sat down. Jeez, she was there. I excused myself and went down, but Kate wasn’t there. The “god of lateness” was favouring me that day. I called her. She was still on her way. I feigned anger and told her I had left, and then I cut the phone. My phone never rested, no thanks to Kate’s flashing. These girls should know guys hate flashing… we are not all stupid.
I ordered fried rice with chicken and juice for my accidental date upstairs, and then sent Kate an SMS with an address of another joint in Ajah. It would take her another forty minutes to get there.
“So?” I said to my date, as I thought deeply on what to do, her names, and… her body. Should I have her today or Kate? No, Kate can wait; this piece of meat must not pass me by.
“So?” she said, munching the chicken Kate should have had. I sized her up; she was affordable, with a high taste – and may be greedy too.
“Peter,” she called. “What do you have in mind?” Hmm! His name was Peter. I took her phone, dialed my number to have hers. Just then, her phone rang. Peter was calling, but I cut it.
“Oh, it’s a flash,” I said. I held her hands and caressed it gently. The food was only half eaten as I took her away in a rush. She looked twice at it as if bidding the piece of chicken goodbye. Her phone was ringing again.
Downstairs, a guy held his phone to his ears in front of an attendant. The girl stood and stared at the guy, then at me. The phone was still ringing.
“Are you…”
“Yes,” I cut her. “Let’s go.” I pulled her away.
“My phone, please” she asked when we got into a cab. I gave her. She saw her missed calls from Peter.
“Why are you calling me?” she asked. I was relieved.
“Just to see what name you saved my number with” I said. She giggled. I pulled her closer and began to rub her shoulder. She was responding accordingly. This “Kate” must be burning too.
Kate was flashing. Thelma was calling.
I settled her in a guesthouse, then her mood changed. She asked me why I brought her to a hotel instead of my home. I told her my mum was around. But I was wondering; she didn’t protest when I was paying for the room, why now that we were inside, sitting on a luscious bed. Peter, Peter, what did you tell her? I thought.
“You told me you live alone”
“My mum just came,” I attempted. “I am sorry.”
Thelma was calling again. Kate flashed. Then peter called her line.
“Please, don’t answer any calls now. I need you all and all” I begged.
“I am not passing the night here” she protested. Isn’t Sex sweeter during the day, I thought. “I have choir practice by six” she added. No problem, you can go for baptism after we are done.
As I thought of the time limit, I moved closer to her, putting my hand on her shoulders.
“I am sorry, you know how much I have waited for this day,” I said. She smiled, her dimples displayed. I touched her eyebrow, traced her ears, then her cheeks. She stiffened, but I know the current was flowing hard.
“You are really beautiful.” Suddenly she grabbed my head and we started kissing. It was sweet, wet and her lips softened. I began to moan.
“How much do you bring for me?” she muzzled but I heard her clearly. I froze. My erect shaft almost collapsed. She noticed my shock, and said, “as agreed?” Jeez. See market. Peter, what did you agree to pay? I smiled, gathered momentum and ordered my shaft to stand at an attention.
We caressed for over thirty minutes – ladies sure like that – and she got well sated. Her breasts were plump and I enjoyed sucking them. She drove me crazy the way she brushed her mouth with my dick. And in turn, I stroke her clitoris until she started screaming, “oh my God, oh my God”. What a religious girl. Has choir practice started already? I lifted her legs up, the piece of meat in her vagina was fully out of the closet, and fully wet. I licked it with my tongue. She started moaning aloud.
“Sex me, Peter, sex me” she screamed, and I did. I drove deep several times, in and out, as she screamed “harder, harder”.
I obeyed!
“Oh, Peter, Peter…” she screamed again when she was coming. I went harder, summoned my sperm forward. Holding her tightly, I rubbed almost every part of her body within seconds. She went wild. I jerked like a real horse; she seemed to like it rough.
“Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” she screamed again, climaxing.
“Tony” I whispered.
“What?” she slurred.
“Tony. My name, Tony Marcus.”
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Emdee David is the founder and president of Africa Entertainment Network, a Writer, Producer and a Media Practitioner.
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