I met this chick on a flight to Abuja.
She was tall, with legs that just didn’t seem to know where to stop and the kind of breasts that make women stoop.
I was in 12C and she was in 12B.
I was late so everyone was seated when I got on board.
I stowed my briefcase in the over-head locker and sat down.
I reached for my seat belt but for some funny reason she had used mine.
“I think you have my seatbelt,” I said.
“Oh, really,” she said with a shy laugh as she tried to untangle herself.
Our hands touched as she handed me the belt and I felt softness.
“Oshoko,” I said and offered a hand shake.
“Mariam,” she told me and took my hand.
“I work for a PR firm. You?” I asked taken by her clean breath, full lips and heaving bosom
“I am a lawyer,” she said and that was when I noticed the white and black get up.
“I didn’t do it!” I said throwing my hands up like an accused.
“That’s what they all say,” she told me and laughed.
We spoke for the duration of the journey and then some more as we shared a cab into town.
I was first to drop and after exchanging cards we agreed to meet in Lagos.
So, imagine my surprise when I got to the airport in the evening and she was there.
“Are you stalking me?” I whispered in her ear as I settled beside her.
“You would be so lucky,” she said with a smile clearly pleased to see me.
We didn’t sit together this time but because the plane wasn’t full, I made my way, shamelessly, as usual to her seat and we talked some more and this time I made sure to take her hand at intervals and then tried to get fresh.
She lived in Agungi.
“I live in Lekki. Come home with me.”
“Home with you? You are not going to f$&k me on the first night,” she said and I smiled inwardly.
“How about the second night?” I asked and she threw her used tissue at me
When it comes to F%$king, first or second night was always welcome.
We agreed to meet that weekend for dinner.
“I have a Prokard. We could go to a Protea of your choice. Dinner is always buffet.”
“Sure,” she said.
We had dinner, drank a full bottle of wine then ended up at my place.
We were kissing the moment my door opened and then when we came up for air, I led her to my bedroom.
She took off her top to bare nice tan coloured bras. Then she took off her jeans trousers and my whatchamacallit shrank by inches as I saw her legs., They looked so hairy you would think she had socks on.
But her bushu was clean shaven and smelled good.
I pushed her legs apart and slipped a finger in while I unclasped her bar with the other hand and took her left nipple in my mouth.
The hair she didn’t have in the pubic region was all over her nipples but because she had moaned the moment I took one nipple in my mouth, I knew I couldn’t stop.
So, I sucked and f%&ked until she was screaming and tattooing my back with her fingers.
Hours later, long after she had driven off, I sat there in my dark room, toothpick in hand picking her hair from between my teeth.
Damn!