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Let me tell you something about myself. I’ve had eye problems ever since I was a kid. I am short sighted so I’ve had to alternate between spectacles and contact lenses for many years. My eyes also ache occasionally when I spend too much time exposed to bright lights or experience sudden environmental changes.
This past week after I came back to Nairobi from Maasai Mara, my eyes began aching. I applied some drops and thought the pain would go away quickly but by Friday evening, nothing had changed. So at around 11 am on Saturday morning I went to see my eye specialist.
When I arrived, I found two people sitting on the bench just outside the specialist’s door. They were waiting for their turn to get in.
One of them was a good-looking girl, probably in her early twenties. I studied her with heightened interest, assessing, evaluating. She was deeply immersed in her phone, not caring about the world around her. The other person was an old, decently dressed man. He wore a Charles Njonjo kind of suit and a Hublot watch. Truly, even old men haven’t been left behind in the slaying game.
I sat next to the girl and scanned her through the corner of my left eye. My gaze moved down along the sides of her breasts past her waist, then down her thighs and legs. Her thighs were fairly exposed, given the way she had crossed her legs. I am pretty sure the old man had been suffering silently as he sat next to such a fleshy babe. He’d probably gotten one or two viagra-less erections which he hid under the newspaper he was reading.
The girl had the Corazon Kwamboka kind of body but she was shorter.
“Your spects have a really bulgy design….I haven’t seen any like them before.” I broke the silence.
“Yea….they’re for my myopia and stuff….though I don’t like wearing them all the time.” she responded.
“Nooo..you should wear them all the time. I think you look really cute in them,” I insisted.
“Thanks….” she responded, startled and pleased.
“Ebu look at me I see them well.” I requested her. My intention was actually to create eye contact with her.
She turned over to face me then she blushed. Her lashes took a quick flick look at me for the first time ever, and for a mini-millisecond in it’s entirety, all four of our eyes were in contact.
“Your frames are nice..” she finally complimented me too. She was still blushing
“Sure….But you’re better off because your beautiful eyes stand out even more than your spects.” I sent the approbation right back at her.
“Thanks again….Are you flirting with me though?” she asked softly.
She was warm. She didn’t appear hostile at all and so I figured I should continue vibing her.
“Flirting? Probably….I can’t help it. Believe me, I generally don’t talk much and I came here in pain but I saw you and my mouth just couldn’t stay shut. I just had to talk to you.” I told her.
“I like how honest you are…..”she was cognizant.
Rapport was established quickly. We talked briefly about the things we love and what we do. She was an intern at a PR firm. Her name was Barbara. But the time for us to talk was limited. Soon she was called in to see the specialist and when she got out, I wasn’t just gonna let her leave. I made a request that had been on my mind all the time she was in there;
“I know you are probably busy but I’d love to take you for lunch. Could you please wait for me?”
I wasn’t sure whether she would accept but I just had to shoot my shot. Most times, the difference between getting a girl and not getting a girl is asking. Just asking. No complications. If you like her and remain silent, you lose. If you ask her, she might say yes or no. If she says no, you have nothing to lose. At least you tried. If she says yes, good things lie ahead.
When I asked, she was hesitant at first but then she accepted;
“Hmmm….I had other plans but I think they can wait. I’ll be here. I hope you won’t stay too long in there.”
I got in and had my eyes examined. The specialist applied a different kind of eye drops and suddenly the pain went away. I was then given the eye drops and told to come back again after a week.
When the I got out, Barbara was nowhere to be seen. I thought she had left and my heart almost sank a little but I was glad to see her appearing from the washrooms.
As we left, she told me how dope my sneakers were. I have noticed that every woman I meet always compliments my shoes and that has always boosted my appeal. Women love a man with good shoes.
I took Barbara to a nearby mall where we had lunch. As we dished up platters and bowls of fried wings, potato salad, mustard greens and bulky juice, we got to know each other a lot more. Our conversation shifted with astonishing ease from one subject to another. We realized we had a lot of things in common. We both loved Hip Hop, we both loved wine, we both were Chelsea fans and we both still watched wrestling despite being grown adults. It’s interesting that we both also felt that ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’ was the best movie ever made.
“We are really alike you know.” I made sure to point it out.
“True,…..we like the same things. I love that. ” she agreed
It has been proven that when you let a girl know how similar you and her are, she tends to fall for you more. She might not have realized it at first so when you tell her, her mind goes like “Enyewe, me and this guy really have a lot of similarities……we can be good together.”
“Instead of you going back home this early, si we go to my place and grab a botty of wine. Then you can leave jioni.” I proposed when we were almost finishing up on our meal.
“This is the point where i am supposed to say no but your offer is really tempting.” Barbara professed.
“It’ll be fun…trust me.” I persuaded her further.
“Mmmm…..Sawa.” but I wont stay long,” she chuckled
And that’s how we found ourselves at my place.
I had a bottle of Cellar Cask that I hadn’t opened yet and as soon as we arrived, I took out two glasses and poured some for her, a work of art in itself, with frothy air bubbles suspended like tiny jewels in the depths of the thick glass. I poured some for myself as well and the sipping commenced as we continued chatting.
After my first glass, I took off my shirt and began walking around the house. A while back, I had read in a certain book that operating shirtless when a girl comes to your place tends to give her wild thoughts. She cant help but imagine what’s below the waist. Even before the two of you get intimate, just take off your shirt only and pretend like it’s no big deal. Act like that’s how you usually chill in your house at all times – shirtless.
But you have to have a decent body at least, sio mifupa tu. Haha. Abs are not a must but a nice upper body is a requisite.
I sat down next to Barbara again and drank another glass. As soon as Wizkid’s ‘Sexy’ started playing on the radio, I got up to dance, much to her amusement.
“You are so funny. You dance like a mzungu…lol.” she laughed
“No way…I am the best dancer alive. Check out these moves.” I joked as I pulled some more silly moves.
Barbara burst out uncontrollably. Then Jidenna’s ‘Boomerang’ began playing;
“Have you seen how that guy and chick dance in the video for this song?” I asked her.
“Not yet.”
“Come I show you…”
“Mi sijui kudance aki…” she objected.
“Me too….we’ll try.” I enticed her.
She got up and joined me.
What turned out as an innocent dance ended up as the most erotic thing ever. I turned her to face away from me and as her ass rubbed on my crotch, creating delicious frictions on my dick that was now hardening like iron. Somehow, my hands moved from being free in the air to holding her waist then her boobs. I then turned her to face me as we continued dancing. It only took two minutes of rubbing our bodies against each other for me to be turned on. I wanted her—Barbara knew it the moment my arms encircled her, pulling her tightly against my body.
She wanted me too. I could tell from the way she suddenly looked me deep in the eye. But the proof of it was in the way our lips just approached each other automatically. I took off my spects and she took off hers too. We placed both of them on a nearby table. I sucked in a sharp breath of air before Barbara’s lips crushed into mine. The kiss was about half-way between a French and a Not. Everything happened so smoothly and passionately, without any talking. It was splendid.
The kiss lasted for a while, before my hands gave themselves the honorable task of pulling up her skirt and pushing down her panties. She also unbuckled my belt and pushed down my boxers and jeans. She slid her hand to my Luhya manhood, curving her palm along my erection. My eyes lit up.
I didn’t even take off my jeans completely. Neither did she take off her shoes or clothes. With her attire still on and my jeans on my knees, she stumbled with her back to the nearest couch and I came above her. The urgency was hedonistic and crude. Our coital cravings peaked. All I wanted was her body for as long as possible. I hastily pulled out a Trust CD pack from my pocket, tore the foil and wore it.
I felt a ton of glee as the tip of my cock speared into her.
She arched against the bewilderment of her tight kitty being stretched but didn’t close her eyes as her able body absorbed me inch by inch. Her body heaved as my dick grazed her clitoris before sinking deeper into her folds. I went all the way deep…..deep inside. She moaned and cried out my name, clutching the cushions, anything to ground her.
“Uuhh…too deep,” she muttered.
“Should I pull juu kidogo?” I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Noo…maintain it there. I love it..” she waved play on.
Spread out beneath me, Barbara took dick with gusto. She looked for something to hold onto, grabbing my shoulders. She closed her eyes and allowed the sweetness to permeate through her veins as I pumped gently into her.
With her skirt pulled all the way up, her legs couldn’t have been more appetizing. Slick and soft with contours scattered in divine patterns. My fingers brushed the skin of her thighs, massaging gently, never losing contact. It was as if I wanted to remember every movement of my fingers along her skin
Her breasts pushed up high in her top, swelling to their fullest. I slid my cock in and out of her, pushing deep into her core, knowing just where to curve and rub to get her where I wanted her to be.
Flames were shooting all over our bodies. I felt like had never known another woman’s body quite like this, navigating her punani as easily as I traced my fingers over her lips, reading her and relishing her in like the page of a beloved book.
“So. So. Nice.” she moaned. The words came out in parts.
Barbara’s palms explored my pecs, sliding over the silky terrain. A few stray hairs tickled her fingers and the smell of Cupid’s scent mixed with her perfume teased our lungs
.My mouth seized hers in stormy desire once more. I covered her lips with mine once and, with infinite gentleness, began to move differently inside her, withdrawing almost all the way and slowly plunging deep, steadily increasing the tempo of my driving strokes, giving and giving and giving until Barbara was wild beneath me. She conceded to all I was doing to her. Conceded to everything she felt.
Her arms wrapped around me again and her fingernails bit into my back and hips, clutching me to her, while the passion raging inside her built into a holocaust, and still it went on and on, until it threatened to explode in long soul-destroying bursts of extravagant pleasure.
Gathering her into my arms on the soft cushions, I shoved my fingers into her hair, kissing her with fiery urgency, and drove into her with more acceleration. When my parted lips moved insistently against hers, she welcomed the suggestive invasion of my tongue. Our tongues met for a dance as ageless as time. She sucked on mine like she was extracting some juice from it, and I groaned, the rumble reverberating down my body. There was a hard edge to my hunger at that moment. A deep, insatiable need that she felt down inside her soul.
My hands then slid to her cheeks. Cradling her lovely face between my palms, I ordered erotically, “Look at me baby.” Somehow Barbara managed to surface from her sensual daze; she forced her lids open and looked into my scorching ravenous eyes. The moment she did, I drove into her with a force that tore a tumultuous moan from her throat and made her body arch like a bow.
The deep raw hunger kept us going for several minutes before it brought a sudden surge of liquid from my body. I came and so did she, right after me. as she clasped me tighter and moaned with the exquisite sensation. I froze, my eyes clenched shut. My shoulders and arms taut, I stayed there inside her, unmoving.
We lay still for a while without saying a word, my dick still inside her. When I pulled out and took off the CD, she finally spoke;
“Can I stay until kesho morning.?…..I don’t feel like leaving.” she inquired.
“Didn’t you say you have plans?”
“I was actually going to some guy’s house for a sleepover later in the day. He’s been begging for sex and I was considering it but after meeting you I think I’ve changed my mind. Na hata I don’t find him that interesting.”
“Sawa…you can stay.”
“Thanks…..” she replied, before kissing me again.
And just like that, another guy had missed out on pussy because of me.
Did I feel guilty? Hell no!! Survival for the fittest!! Pussy for the fittest!!
