YET TO COME

.. ELEVEN..

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She stood afore the entrance of the Chinese restaurant in a yellow gown and blue four inches block heels. She had on matching gold ornaments and bra length straight black hair that only she knew was a wig for it was a perfect frontal. She inhaled and exhaled several times for she was as antsy as a caged Christmas chicken. She cooked up the morale to get inside and finally began to make her way into the restaurant with soft gracile strides. She stared around for a moment. The place was beautiful. Mr. Stalker –she was yet to recall his name, had chosen wisely. It gave of homely vibes, like the Chinese themselves.

As she was trying to recall the table number he had given her, she saw him approaching her then. Her heart did cartwheels at the attractive masculine sight she was feasting her virgin eyes on. He was not in a suit like always. That evening, he had opted for a silver shirt; the top three buttons left open revealing his bare smooth chest. The sleeves were currently folded upwards as if he had been doing menial jobs. He completed the look that screamed “I'm at home!” with black jeans trousers that emphasized his narrow waist and muscular thighs.

‘Are you here Chloe?’ his voice brought her out of her sexual fascination. She realized that he was standing before her and must have been there for a while and she was staring at him, practically drooling over the plain masculine charm he oozed unconsciously, basking in it. Embarrassment reddened her pretty face at being caught openly ogling him.

‘I'm sorry, I was a bit dizzy,’ she lied. She knew that he knew that it was a lie for it was very obvious.

‘Are you alright?’ he still asked her out of concern.

‘Yes I am never mind.’ He nodded.

‘Let's go,’ he implored. She nodded. As she began to follow him, she felt a strange wetness between her thighs. It puzzled her for a moment, only a moment. Then, “boom” it hit her. The intensity of her embarrassment grew for she realized then that she was wet, grasped then that she was horny, for him, this sexy stalker. God! Mayhap it was she who would be thoroughly disappointed when all this was finally over.

He led her to the private room that he had booked the moment he had kept the call days before. He had called to affirm when she would be free and she had given him the 21st of March. The Saturday was luckily a free one for him. He was undoubtedly happy that he would have her all to himself from past six till bedtime. He walked ahead of her to avoid looking at her for she made his blood boil significantly. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

It could have been the dress for the thigh length yellow dress wrapped perfectly around her curves. It was alike with her dance apparel, long sleeved and v-necked. This was only less revealing, showing only her chest and not glimpses of her full cleavage. It could have also been the long black hair, thick and pretty, framing her angelic face, draped behind her, its contrast doing things to her fair skin. It complimented the peau-claire that called to his lips, begging him to study their texture with his mouth. It may have been the shoes, accentuating her long legs and fleshy calves. He was already imagining them wrapped around him, him plunging slowly into her.

Oh sweet lord! It might have also been the choker, highlighting her long graceful neck, the perfect place for a love bite. God! This woman was fire and he knew that he was going to get burnt. Yet, he refused to back down. She was too much of a temptation to resist.