STORY: Whored Out II ($uper Er0tic)

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I had gone to the market for some materials. Maybe because I was more matured or Alhaji feels he could trust me now, I drive myself in town with the driver driving only if I have to go out of town. I was putting what I bought in the boot of the car when I saw a familiar figure in the car beside mine. On closer inspection I saw that it was Ibrahim and I called out his name. We were so happy to see each other that we lingered and talked for almost two hours but as much as the thought of our last meeting was at the surface of our talk, none of us could bring him/herself to talk about it. He told me he came to do some things in town and was staying in a hotel not too far from the market and asked if I wanted to see.

With misgivings but with a strange compulsion, I said yes. I locked my car and got into his, following him to his hotel room. As we got out the car and climbed to his floor, the misgivings I had felt earlier came back again.

“I don’t know why I came,” I said. Ibrahim didn’t answer as he opened the door and ushered me inside. I brushed past him and looked for a place to sit down. I chose the chair farthest from the bed. Yet, I couldn’t help giving the bed nervous glances.

“You seem nervous’’ he said ‘’You don’t have anything to fear. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, please” I answered

He took out two chilled cans of malt from the fridge and brought me one. I took the drink with trembling fingers, suddenly feeling shivers go through me as his fingers touched mine. Coming here was such a bad idea. I could already feel my nipples hardening and my pants wet! I nervously opened the can and took a sip. Ibrahim had not moved away. Then I felt his hand touching me just below the knee. I could feel the heat from his hands through the material of my skirt.

“Please,” I said. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just felt we should catch up more on old times. I…” my voice tapered off as I became lost for words. I knew why I had come. I was only deceiving myself if I said I did not know.

He moved his hand to the inside of my leg just at the end of my skirt. I looked down at his hand petrified and at the same time excited, I could feel the thumping of my heart increase.

He bent down and kissed me very softly on the lips. I felt his tongue brush my teeth but I wouldn’t open up. I tried to make my body stiff but I couldn’t control the shivers permeating my body.

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