Ogechi was just as frustrating as she was unforgivably distracting. Being her estate agent was a gift and a curse, I took it. I had been showing her potential houses for some time now, but she would find one now that she likes, only to change her mind last minute.
I kept my eyes, however, on the commission promised to me by law of the business after I must have helped her secure an apartment for rent on Lagos Island. It wasn’t just about the sweetest deal yet to me because, indeed, I preferred clients buying renting. That was my thing. That was the one that brought the fat commissions and made me really happy. But I also didn’t know how to turn down a job, good and not so good, and this was why I endured Ogech’s nonsense and took her out week after week, looking for that one house that’d truly capture her heart. Budget did not seem to be of the essence.
But then there was another reason my enduring patience with Ogechi. She was too hot. Taking my eyes off of her body for moments together was an art, an arduous, painful one, whenever we went out. We would look at several apartments together,
and we spent a lot of such times alone together.
While professionalism, strictly speaking, meant much to the pride of my trade, and I had no mind to compromise that pride, I could not help wild fantasies of grabbing Ogechi one of these days and fucking her brains out while she writhed in pleasure under me, crying out loud.
I struggled to suppress my feelings every time she was around me, but she was worsening matters for me and pressing a gentleman too far. She had just lately taken to touching me randomly. Ogechi would touch my arms when talking to me or explaining something and sometimes casually hold my hand as we walked. I was not sure what to make of all this, but it was no help to me, that was for sure.
To be safe off, I assumed she was just being friendly and warm. I did not want to hit on her only to give her offence at the end of the day, and ultimately, perhaps, lose a client, which by extension meant me losing my commission and wasting my time all this time. All the stress and effort would have gone to waste over a stupid mistake.
One Tuesday evening, Ogechi and I were looking at the BQ attached to a duplex, alone together, when I started feeling the familiar inconveniencing arousal.
Ogechi was dressed in a tight black silken skirt and a blue cotton long sleeve shirt. She was just coming from her workplace. She started touching me on my arms again and again until I lost count as we moved from room to room. Soon as we got to the last of the rooms, Ogechi grew oddly quiet as she stood in the doorway and looked into the room which contained one lone bed.
“So what do you think of this place, Oge?” I asked.
“It’s all right. But more than that, I am musing how long it must take me to tease you before you make your move. What’s are you scared of?”
“What!” I gasped, gaping at her. I could not believe what I just heard her spew.
She shook her head smiling as she stepped closer to me. She had this dimpled smile that could melt iron. She wrapped her arms around my waist, jerked me close and began kissing me.
I disengaged from the kiss and looked her deep in the eyes as I reached down to unbutton her shirt. She gave a knowing smile as I shed the cloth from her to the ground. I unclasped her bra and grabbed her breasts, squeezed them hard, making her tense up and moan softly underneath her breath as she closed her eyes. I leaned in and kissed up and down her neck, making her moan even louder and holding me tight by the waist.
I claimed her mouth and she did mine, consuming each other in a kiss. I fumbled for her skirt with blind hands, slid it down her knees and she kicked it off with one impatient leg.
We dispensed with her panties in like fashion. Her naked flesh was now laid out as a dish to my hungry sight, a delight it had sought for weeks on end. Most teasingly, I ran a finger down her stomach and slightly grazed her clit and love-folds with it. I could hear Ogechi let out a deep moan as she began desperately tugging at
my shirt, clueing me in to take, or rip, if you like, it off. I helped myself out of my clothes the fastest I could so that we both were all flesh now. We tore at each other on our way to the bed, leashing each other in within arm’s reach.
I continued my fingerwork over her pussy. She squirmed and moaned, her knees quivering to bits. I rubbed on her labia majora with my finger, slowly curling all around it, teasing her so, all the while pinning her down under my heavy gaze.
Ogechi was moaning some indistinct sounds such as I could not well make out, while my manhood throbbed wild with want. I lay down so she could sit on top of me. She wasted no moment as she grabbed my cock and slid it into her dampness.
A gleeful gasp expired from her lips and she smiled at me as she began grinding on me. As Ogechi picked up speed, riding me now instead of grinding, I grabbed onto her waist to restrain myself from cumming too quick, tensing my leg muscles. The feel of her warmth and tightness pleasured me too great for words.
I managed a grunt, pulling her closer so that she was almost lying on top of me. I snatched one of her boobs in my mouth and sucked the life out of it, squeezing and kneading the other with my hand, while Ogechi rode me like a wanton horsewoman.
I stopped briefly and looked up at her. Her face blew forth such heat of terrible fierceness as one’s possessed does, with flaming eyes and gaping mouth from which her loud crying fell.
She sat up now and threw her head back as she shuddered and came all over me.
That drove me quite round the bend myself. I groaned as I thrust one last stroke deep inside her, then emptied my loins up in her belly.
Ogechi lay next to me, both of us panting heavily, struggling to catch our breaths.
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