“DING!!!”
The elevator bell dinged softly and it opened.
A young dark man wearing a nice pair of pants over a casual buttoned-up shirt strolled in, and with a smile, he leaned just casually against the rear wall in a posture of ultimate anxiety.
First date, Agatha guessed, she has a lot of experience in that department.
“What floor please?” he asked. His voice a soothing bass for his rather big size.
“Ground floor.” She replied automated.
“Leaving already are we?” he asked with slight humor in his voice, not expecting a reply but not used to not getting one either.
“You are, I’m not. Just getting a package downstairs.” She regretted that extra bit of detail as soon as it got out, but heck, she found his company a relief from the familiar distasteful pretentious one above.
“Who gets a package delivered to a supposedly official boring function?” he asked with that same smug look and attitude that was more boyishly cute than annoying.
“A seminar. “she corrected, then added for effect …one of the organizers of the seminar”
With a smug smile of hers, she could imagine and feel his eyes bulge in surprise even though she didn’t turn to look at him, she could tell he was watching her closely, admiring her butt too as most men often did.
“I’m sorry, uh, em it’s a great seminar.” He stammered
She shook her head as the elevator dinged and opened into freedom.
Walking like the dynamo that she was, head of the multinational company at 41, with a body to die for and brains to match it, her heels were as tough as any prints made by manmade shoes. She loved to show her perfect body and throw her competitors off balance then knocked them out with brilliance, a feature of hers that earned her the nickname Dynamite among the corporate circle.
“Excuse me Miss…” it was a familiar voice and scent, she loved a man who smelled good.
“Yes, stranger?” She turned after signing the package delivered from the dispatch rider and her guess was as good as…it was the elevator guy.
“I’m Chris, sorry about um, what I said in the elevator.” He asked with a wry smile and scratched his head.
“Don’t apologize for being honest.” Even in her 5 ft 3 feminine and petite size against his 6 ft 3 plus size, she matched him eyeball to eyeball.
“Going back upstairs?” he asked
“Are you?” she replied.
“Nigerians and answering questions with a question.” He smiled again with that same attitude. She was fascinated by her patience and curiosity.
“Well, takes one who goes around questioning strangers to know. Right?” she supplied, never releasing eye contact.
“Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I hope I wasn’t being too forward. I just stepped out to smoke.” He said
“And I stepped out for this.” She raised her package.
He must have sensed it because he smiled, took a bow of defeat and turned around.
“Giving up so soon?” she asked to his hearing.
He turned and gave a surprised look, “I didn’t know we were playing games.”
“Did you drive?” she asked, fully taking charge of the conversation.
“Yes, my car is parked right here.” he pointed to a 2014 dark Camry
“Come, take me somewhere.” She commanded and he obeyed with a lighting speed surprising her for a man of his size.
“Where are we going to?” he asked looking at his watch as he opened the passenger door for her.
“You have somewhere to be?” she asked as she got in and watched him smile as he shut the door and walked briskly back to the driver’s seat.
Chris knew power and class when he saw one. Having been around them from a distance all his life, he could spot them like you can spot a leopard by its skin. Her silent, raised shoulders and slow catwalk bespoke class and substance no amount of muscles he built could measure up to. He was intimidated by her but the adrenaline from his appointment boosted an act of courage he never knew he possessed and he decided to walk up to her and say his name.
Now it seems courage does pay off because she just gave him an address to a neighborhood he was familiar with, and he was already on his way like the Flash.
They were inside the room Hollywood style, clothes pulling off, knickers dropping to the Persian rugged floor, Agatha’s hard nipples sitting atop her big bouncing breasts were a sight to behold. Firm round dark brown cylindrical nipples an inch long boldly stuck straight out from her agile breasts and her dark pubic hair was twinkling at its peak, its attention focused on all 6 inches of Chris rock hard erection.
“Make me come!” she commanded and in a swift response Chris carried her high and took her straight to the bed, his gaze never leaving her nipple, and right before he dropped her on the bed, he attacked her nipples with a hunger that made her vibrate from pleasure.
“You smell nice,” he said as he lowered his head between her legs.
His tongue explored her pus*y, hungrily lapping her wet clit. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled! He couldn’t get enough. Several minutes long and he kept eating her pussy and probing every angle of her wet juicy hole, his tongue and teeth nibbled her labia and sucked every hidden part of her clit.
Agatha felt pleasurable electricity flow through her body as Chris worked her, sucking her like his life depended on it.
“Oh, yea!” she moaned, adjusting on the bed and raising her hips upwards into his mouth, reaching down with her hand and pressing his head deeper into her already wet and dripping thighs, the moist and sensation between her legs were enough to drown a baby, yet she felt his tongue licking and swallowing every bit of her.
Agatha closed her eyes shut and eased up as Chris gently squeezed and pinched her twin bottom cheeks. He inserted the tip of his middle finger up her clit, and then pushed two fingers in slowly, he began rolling, rolling, rolling, she gasped for air and took long breaths for the pleasure from the lips of this young man choked her.
His fingers worked magic inside her as they went in and out, in and out. Then he put his forefinger in and It seemed to Agatha like it would go on forever. Then Chris suddenly withdrew his fingers and she squirted all over his chest, spreading her legs as wide as she could, knees up, completely exposed as she vibrated to his throbbing delight.
Chris expertly positioned himself on top of her and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down the length of pus*y. God, it felt so good she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side on the pillow to keep her screaming checked.
Chris rammed into her hard and quick, shoving the full length of his co*k in her, watching her gasp and moan, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them high above her head as he began to pound her ferociously.
She winced from the pain in her wrists but found herself enjoying every inch of him inside her. She started to pant, faster and faster. Her hips began gyrating, meeting his grind as he intensified his thrusts. She was moaning so loud she thought the whole Lagos would hear her but fuck them, she had earned this fuck, especially after the accident some weeks back that broke her wrist!
He pounded her for a long time, faster, and slower, faster and slower until he couldn't hold back anymore and with a long sigh, he exploded inside her.
They drove quietly back to the venue of the seminar.
“DING!!!”
The elevator bell dinged softly and it opened into a room filled with different guests and faces, all smiling and chatting when a younger-looking lady suddenly walked as fast as she could towards them.
“Dynamite, I was beginning to worry, we have been trying to reach you Ma for your closing speech.” The young PA spoke.
“Yes Funke, I had some private calls to make, so can I give my speech now and be on my way?” she asked ignoring Chris standing idly beside her.
“Oh, I see you have met the young man I told you about, Chris, he’s your new driver and I interviewed him personally and think he’s the right fit. Good experience as a Bolt driver with great reviews, and well, currently unemployed so you don’t have to worry about your manhandling your wrist on the steering until they are in good condition to be useful again.
Funke laughed at her boss and friend then turned to Chris, “Mr. Chris, meet your boss Madam Ibe, Agatha Ibe.”
Chris swallowed hard
Agatha shook her head and sighed
Deafening silence
The End
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