Full circle

Fingers

My mind could be playing tricks on me right now. I did a quick recount of everything that had happened from the time I left home.

I got behind the steering of my black Honda Accord, Evil Spirit. It served me well on trips requiring gusto. It gives me an edge sitting behind the steering. It always feels like the ride out of danger kind of car for me. The other cars didn't feel the same,they lacked the rush.

Behind the wheel, I splashed a little Aventus-blue perfume on either shoulder and the nape below my jaw.

I took a quick glance at the mirror to check my teeth for particles and my tongue too.

I remembered the reassuring wink at myself, the feel good look at the car mirror that got me going when am anxious for something.

Yes, I sorted through the car mpr to find Glorious by Macklemore. It set me in the mood.

I stopped by her house to pick her up.

Parked the car at her gate and waited expectantly for her to step out.

While I was waiting, Ahmed her fulani maiguard came to the passenger side to give me small talk. He was very eloquent, suave and polite as always. Never loosing his charming smile.

He started in his usual way. His capacity for praise singing was out of this world.

'My Oga, you na correct man, I swear down. Anytime I see you, my body go dey sweet me. As you come so, this week my madam no go quarrel with any of us at all. Na so so smile and better she go dey give us. All of us don agree say na you be madam best boyfriend, all other oga wey dey come here, we no dey smile give them. You na fine Oga, and you dey always show us love. All of us for here, we be your people. Oga, see, if you and madam get children, them go finish work. Chey, Oga, see, madam fine, you come fine, haba, if you marry madam, e go sweet us for body. We no want that Oga Collins, e too fat, him belle fit kill madam for sleep and madam no want am at all.

Ahmed kept going on and on till she called out to him.

Yeah, back to the hand on my knee, under the long bar bench. Something snapped my thoughts back from its reminisce.

It was soft, warm and soaked like wet silk. It gave me a tinge that ran through my spine. All my absent thoughts flooded back to the bar, my senses vacated all my body and rested  only at my fingers. I felt faintly. I felt goose pimples prop from every pore on my body like electric sparks.

The last time I checked, my hand rested on my knee under the bench.

She had taken it off my knee to a place under her long brown cotton skirt, through the slit that ran knee length.

It was inside a mound of flesh, soft, warm, tender and sticky. My index finger was going through what felt like a milk straw. I froze, all my body but my silly fingers grew a mind of their own.

I think that was when I finally heard her voice. Her mouth had been moving all this while, but my ears had  gone deaf from too much sensations bugging down the brain.

I could only make out the little my ear found the strength to take in.

'..... You feel how wet I am down there. It is only you that sets me on fire like this. Just sitting beside you stirs me up. I came here without my panties on. You can see my nipples threatening to tear through my clothes to have you meet them. I feel tortured around you. I haven't even had a drink, the damn waiter didn't even give me the chance to hide behind being tipsy to act out my feelings. I had some shots of cognac before I left the house, told myself to hold it together and not disgrace my ancestors before you but here I am. I am not sure how I am doing but one thing I am certain about is that even you, you don't seem to be holding it together too.'

She smiled.

As she spoke, she stroked my index finger through the wet mound. It was like a tunnel of awesomeness. Each stroke sent a direct command to my John, the way it was going, it was surely going to breach its elastic limits. I could hear the creak of my trouser seams as they near collapse.

She continued talking.

".... I have never liked PDA, it has never been my thing. I never saw reason for it. I used to gloat those going at it. It didn't make sense all these years till now. Here I am, with the desire to lay claim to you, to announce to all the dinners here that you are mine. I want to kiss you here. I want you to hold my waist and lift me off my feet. I have never wanted this, never thought I would see glint in my eyes just because I am with someone... "

She stopped just enough to hold the pang of heat wave coming off the core of the mound where my index finger was working miracle.

I am going to the restroom at the end of the hall, she said, with her clenched left fist almost making a thud on the bar bench.

"... I want you to come with me. I have always imagined you carrying me up on the wall, in a place like this. Up on the wall, right unto you. I don't want my feet touching the ground. Carry me with your soft strong hands, straddle me. I am heavy, but I know you can handle me. I have come too far not to get this wish. I am ready. There is no encumbrance right now, the nuts on my restrictions have abandoned me. Exploration of deep intimacy has overrun my heart. Take me here. Make me cum. Make me plead. Strad me on that wall. It will be cold I am sure, the tiles will make it cold. It will help reduce the heat. There is fire burning inside my clit. Please, don't walk away, don't leave me hanging... I can't wait for this any longer.. I hope I find the legs to walk out when you are done. I don't want a sensible alternative, just give me this. Allow me this wish, tailored for many years, you can't imagine for how long. By the way, when you kiss me, my mouth is bound to be overtly wet, I am completely wet, every orifice in my body is raking... I am completely on the menu.. Come and get it..."

I got up to lead the way.

Quickly, I snapped back to my sit. There was no way I could walk around with the bulge on my zipper. It was enormous. She sensed my dilemma and we both tore into a round of loud laughter.

Wow, she screamed."... Oh wow, there is no way we are doing this wall hanging quickie in a public place with that monster of yours. I am not sure I would be able to hold my own. It's amost a third leg. I never imagined you have such a gift. God took his time with you, too much sauce on one gentle soul...my ovaries hurt. I want your baby now more than ever. My terms are flexible, you won't need to worry.. your wings will remain fully fledged, I promise... all I ask is your friendship, and that you be a present Dad.. You can skip devotion, a dose of you, one day at a time.. "

We stood up and she held me back for a brief moment.

Hey, thank you, she said.

What for? I asked.

'For being a true gentleman out here, holding me together, but I want to ask for a favor.'

What?

You looked up slightly, her eyes dreamy with hesitation.

I nudged her on, with a nod and an assuring smile.

She dropped her gaze to my feet and spoke in low almost inaudible voice. 

'I don't know how to love a lamb. My arms are not good with warm embrace and gentleness. Forgive me, but please, when we do get out of here, I want to be tamed, ravaged, choked. I prefer my heart on fire. Please, have no mercy. From you, I want all the fuel poured in. Light me up.'

'Take me completely.'

Okay.