You know it’s different when you wake up in the morning and say “ok, today, I am not going anywhere.” But once you are compelled to stay in doors, the thing dey pain.
That’s why people go out on sanitation day, defy the curfew during elections and why we have been seeing many videos of indians and pakistanis being flogged for breaking the Coronavirus curfews.
I woke up this morning to Taiye giving me a hand job.
“Babe, isnt this a bit too early,” I said.
“Well, I woke up and it was standing and looking at me.”
“Every healthy male gets a boner in the morning,” I said shaking my head and relaxing even though I was needing to pee.
When it came to sex and sexual favours, Taiye had her A-Game on and the moment she bent over to suck on my nipples as she beat my meat, I knew I couldn’t last too long and as she felt my whatchamacallit pulse, Taiye bent over and caught my juices in her mouth.
I lay there panting lightly as she went to the bathroom and lying there and watching my waning erection, I remembered a trip I made to Abuja in 2017 and the best hand job I ever received before I met Taiye.
I stayed at this hotel in Utako and there was this Chinese woman who kept saying “Massage. Chinese massage, good,” every time I walked past her so on the third day after a particularly long meeting with a client planning to build a supermarket, I decided to patronise her before having a bath.
“Chinese massage good, I tell you,” she said as she led me to her cubicle.
Once inside she put on some jazz music, latched the door and patted the massage table.
“You take off clothes and lie down.”
I took off my shorts and tee shirt but still had my boxers on.
“Boxer, take off,” she said pointing and laughing as she took of her shorts and tied a towel around her waist. She kept her blouse on.
What the hell, I thought as I took my boxers off.
She had placed fresh towels on the table and motioned for me to lie face down. She started by wiping me from head to my toe with a towel dipped in warm water. Then she began kneading my body from my neck and shoulders, then as she got to my back, she climbed right on top of me and did this thing she did with her elbows that was so relaxing I almost drifted off to sleep.
Then she went down to my bum. First, she massaged the cheeks and then she reached in between the crack. That tickled and I reacted.
“Pain? You hurt?” she asked
“No. Just ticklish. Go ahead.”
And she did, her fingers touching my balls lightly as she massaged my inner thighs then my calfs all the way down to my ankles.
“You turn over. I do front.”
I turned and lay back on the table and she covered my schlong with a small white towel. The light touches had sent wires off but I was determined not to let her get me unduly aroused. She massaged my scalp, my temples, neck and chest but the moment she touched my nipples, I felt Mr. Man begin to rise to the occasion.
I was lying on a table with a small towel covering my dignity while this woman was rubbing on my nipples. It was like mixing two dangerous chemicals, there was bound to be a reaction.
The moment she looked down and saw the white tent over my schlong, she laughed and pointed. “Chinese small, Nigeria big. Five thousand,” she said, splaying her fingers “and I take care of this.”
Five thousand extra, damn and I was already paying N15,000.
“Two,” I said.
By now, the towel had slipped off and Mr. Man was standing at full mast. The Chinese woman seemed impressed and wanted to have a go.
“Four.”
“Three last,” I said.
“Ok, you bad man,” she said and tweaked my right nipple.
She took off her top to expose well rounded pert Chinese breasts and placing her titties on my chest reached over and took me in hand.
As she worked on me, I reached over and touched her bum. I lifted her towel and there was nothing underneath so I stuck my middle finger in.
“You bad man,” she said as she flicked her tongue over my nipple and I thought I would spill all my secrets. We pleasured each other for a while and then she made the big offer.
“Ten thousand, I give you condom.”
I shook my head and she smiled “You, very bad man.”
And then she did that shit she did before with my nipple and I just felt myself go.
She wiped me clean with the warm towel and then she massaged the sole of my feet and said “Chinese massage finish.”
“What’s making you smile, man?” Taiye asked as she walked back in so I told her.
“You rotten man, fantasizing about a chinese woman in my bed,” she said and threw her towel at me.
“I wasn’t. I was just telling myself that your game is far better.”
“Fucking liar,” she said grabbing the towel from. She hit me with the towel and said “get out of my bed, you filthy man,” I jumped off and ran and she gave chase, laughing and hitting me all the way to the bathroom.
As I ran into the shower, Taiye stood there watching through the glass partition as the water ran down my body.
“You have a lovely body, man,” she said as she hung up her towel and jiggled her boobs.
“You are a beautiful woman, T” I said and meant it.
But then as she turned to go, she stopped and came back.
“Tell me you horrible man, you touched there, right?”
“Yes,” I said wondering where it was going.
“Are Asian babes really as tight as guys say?”
“Taiye, fuck off,” I said opening the door and spraying water at her.
We had toast and omelette with coffee and orange juice and then we sat out on her balcony and talked until the sun was too hot to sit out.
Taiye wanted to take a nap so I told her I would go over to mine. I called my kids and their mum then I called my sister.
“This one you are calling me, are you ok?”
“Haba, sister I cannot call you again?”
“You can, but I am always the one calling.”
“Biko, let me speak to Uncle Eva.”
Done with them, I called my parents who were in Enugu.
“Kedu maka Corona?” my dad, ever the clown, asked. “Asi no unu si obodo oyibo bu taa ri the thing.”
“Daddy, biko rapu’m o. Ke nma’m?”
“If you want to talk to your mum call her on her phone, o” he said laughing.
“Daddy, give mummy the phone o, biko.”
“Don’t mind him, agadi nwoke na enye nsogbu. Ke du nwa’m”
I told her I was okay and as we spoke I could hear my father laughing happily in the background.
Done, I checked my emails and social media feeds. An article on WebMD was talking about precautions if someone in the same house falls sick – If Someone in Your Home Has COVID-19: How to Keep Others Safe…
Even with all of our preparation, there is a chance that someone that we live with will become infected with the virus. By some estimates, somewhere around 60% of people will get COVID-19 (most people will have mild to moderate symptoms that will not require hospitalization). So, it’s a good idea to come up with a plan for an “isolation zone” in case a family member or someone you live with is diagnosed with or suspected of having COVID-19 and needs to be taken care of at home.
Since we know that the virus is transmitted through droplets when someone coughs or sneezes and contact with contaminated surfaces, there are steps we can take to stay safe. Here are some things to consider when creating an “isolation zone” in your home:
- Designate a separate room where you can close the door, if possible. If that’s not an option, find a space where there is at least 6 feet between the sick person and other people.
- Those who are not sick should use a different bathroom from those who are, if available. If a separate bathroom is not available, the sick person should clean the bathroom after each use…
I read through then shared with Aramide, Taiye and my sister.
I sat in the living room to watch Queen Sono but I dozed off and it was already evening when I was awakened by Taiye knocking.
“Damn, I have been knocking, man. Do you have a woman in here?” Taiye asked making a show of checking the house.
“Very funny. I dozed off. Asun, anyone?”
“Yup. Need a hand?”
“No, I got it. I put it out to thaw when I came in” I told her. “Just put out the whisky and two glasses.”
“Yes, sir.”
And so we sat out there and ate asun and drank whisky and then just when I was wondering what Taiye was up, she got up, switched off the balcony light then asked in her naughtiest British accent – “Have you ever had alfresco sex?”
“Alfre…that’s sex in public?”
“Yup,” she said as she raised her skirt and sat on me.
“Chineke mere’m ebele,” I prayed as I felt her reach for my pingolo.
Continues tomorrow – Edited by Toni Kan
