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Sunday, 3 June 2018

My fuck date 6

I got to the airport eventually, not early enough but right on time to avoid any brouhaha for the non-refundable I have with me; activities are going on intensely but with an overwhelming silence, just machine beeping, keyboard chattering and teller prints disturbing the silence therein, I got my ticket endorsed, "seat number 34" the dark slim lady at the counter told me.

I found my way to the awaiting passenger seats, sat and reminsced on the brat Ndifreke gave a ride, she was annoying. No greeting nor warmth from her at all, No good byes, No thanks. She just left! She sat in the car like it belonged to her father.

I dislike people without simple and very common ettiquette, I can't believe she didn't even thank us for the ride, leaving the trunk and door open was the worst part of everything. Spoilt brat. I hate the fact that I was the one who convinced my friend to give her a ride; I was misled by her appearance. I thought she was relatable not knowing she is some choleric ass! Why do people with the most beautiful self have to be so cocky? A sexy girl with a well engineered, tall, hourglass figure like that be so annoying?

I was angry at her but that did not stop me from admiring her, I stared at her throughout the journey.. I was totally smitten. Using the mirror, she was spotlessly fair, brown eyes, her hair was long and brown; she was restless and constantly she gave me a glimpse of her nice set of racks. She wore a shirt that showed me glimpes of her cleavage whenever she moved.

Fair skinned girls aren't my spec but this particular one is making me reconsider! I wished to tell her she was beautiful, but the stupid smug she had on her face turned me off. I kept quiet all through the journey, so did Ndifreke. It was no need breaking my mind over some annoying 30mins crush.

I looked for the restroom to ease and my interesting nightmare came to me again. I saw this annoying crush of mine walking out from the restrooms' main door, in a new dress; red skimpy and flare gown, her averagely long and bald legs were in full display, shinning gold anklet framed her ankles beautifully, and a small handbag round well placed on her.
She had bonded her hair this time and was smiling at the security officer who probably told her how beautiful she was, "thank you" she said with a british accent, does she work here? Is she advertising something? - these are few among the millions of question running through my mind as I walked right passed her, I was too egoistic to say anything or maybe scared.

Finally! its 10am, the said time for the damn flight. Everyone just like me is tired of waiting, swiftly; we picked our bags and joined the boarding terminal, "passengers for Arik flight 2340 to Calabar, please make your way to the boarding terminal." This announcement made my heart leap for joy.

I Boarded the plane and found my seat, exactly where I didn't want it, near the window! seat number 33! I sat on the seat next to it and was praying fervently that the real owner of the seat is levelheaded. Pretty happy now that not even the wack  traffic  in Lagos, menstruation cramps or flight delay is ruining my day!

There's is a God somewhere, the joy isn't making me feel too much the pain I was getting from my flow, the dumbfuck came too early, I mourn a little at the cloth I had to abandon in the airport's toiler because of the stain, It is designer and it cost about $350! I am fine anyway; amidst the introspection I was having; I remembered i didn't even thank those guys that gave me a ride, totally skipped my mind, God bless them for me, I feel bad for that, they will have a wrong impression about me but again it is all good.

Somebody have got to be messing with me, is this one of Ndifreke's trick? My annoying crush is right on my seat?! This is beginning to spite me! But then, it is the best time to admire closely, not through any car mirror, but right next to me. "you are on my seat" I said trying to be a savage, "Oh! I am very sorry, I get nausea from seating near the window, I was hoping we could change seats, it will mean the world to me" - Something is wrong with me, nothing! I mean not even my angry nerves said no to her! - "No problem" I said to her even as I smiled, I actually smiled genuinely, where the hell is the rage I was having three minutes ago?!

I sat next to her after she said thank you, I was glad to hear that too, the plane seat made our hands contact and I was able to feel her opulent skin. It was easy to tell that this lady hadn't stayed in Nigeria for a decade.

I got a glimpse of her heavenly smile again as she was smiling as she scrolled her phone, typing on it simultaneously. The plane was helping me with my viewing tour, it was time to strap our seat belts and the belt rested right between her breasts.
The little force from the tightened belt pulled her soft cotton gown down a bit, Dear God! I saw the upper part of the bra supported breast and I was forced to sing a worship song in my heart, succulent looking, relatively fair and full, this is definitely what I will love for dessert every night of my life.

While I enjoyed this body inspection; I did not strap my seat belts well, and as the plane was gaining balance in the air, there was a jerk and I fell out of my seat, hitting my head against the fore seat. Oh Fuck! it was painful as hell, "OMG! Are you okay?" my annoying crush asked in her very smooth British accent, almost immediately; I said yes, and readjusted my position on my seat, and she leaned over to help me strap my seat belt. The mood I was in is too compromising to explain, I tell you!!

After the plane leveled properly in the air, she asked one of the air hostess for ice-pack and helped me place it on the affected area of my head, and as she did all these, she had her breast swaying all over my face, that is the most struggling situation of my life!
I struggled a lot with myself not to just grab the too attractive breast, "Why is it so full?" I asked loudly, she stared at me and said "it has to be, so it works well!" The answer suits my question but she was actually talking of the icepack! The pain relieved, it had no choice, the care was too deluxe!

She requested for my earpiece which was around my neck, I gave it to her staring at her, I gathered all the nerves to say "you are beautiful and thank you," she smiled and inserted the earpiece in her Ipod and leaned back to enjoy her flight, I did the same but I cannot deny the thoughts of her kept me stealing looks of her at too often intervals, I fell asleep after a while and dreamt of being buried in those succulent looking globes of flesh.
I woke up when one of the hostess tapped me, my crush was gone again and now with my earpiece, the funny thing is I wasn't even angry!

Finally in Calabar! alas! Home is definitely a feeling, the very oxygenated breeze that hit me.. Wow.. it was great to feel this way. I made my way with my bulky bags in search of my aunt who I want to believe is waiting for me. I didn't search long before I saw my name in a placard by a tall man in a suit. I was in an illusion to believe that my aunt the multi-millionaire film maker will actually wait for me on a very busy morning like this.

I approached the man, and my pussy ached a little as I got a closer to him.. He is the popular description of the Calabar men I have read and heard about; tall, glowing melanin skin, good smile, I just wish he can pick me up right now, lean against a wall and devour my pussy.. Deepen my dam with his sure to be long dick, thrust into me with undiluted African strength!

The imagination disturbed my walking steps and I slipped, the damn man I was daydreaming about grabbed me up in the face of the too curious Calabar audience. My knees totally turned into gel at his touch.

It felt like the closing scene of a fairy Shakespeare story.. he placed me carefully on one of the arranged chairs in the foyer. He just smiled at me gently and confiremed that im uduak.
He did all the load packing, helped me to the car.. Is this my aunt's driver? He's a hot drink of pure Sex. this man ought to be working with some modeling company, I am melting in his hands.. He got sweaty and I was wishing the sweat could be from banging me. The ride home was all about this dude fucking me even if it is just once, "he can't go without fucking me" I concluded. My drive was filled with fantasies of him filling my pussy with no holds barred!

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