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She laughed delightedly, but her mirth at his tattoo quickly turned to lust as she got a close-up look at his magnificent butt. She Segunt over and kissed him on his tattoo.

Another animal rumble came from his throat. He whirled and picked her up, both hands under her ass. He set her on the counter. Her legs spread on either side of his hips. He pulled the clip from her hair, tugging a bit as it caught on a few strands. She whimpered in both pain and desire and melted into his arms. Her long curls swung free down her back. Her lips sought his and they kissed passionately, both of them running their hands over each other’s bodies.

He could smell her female scent. Her bush was neatly trimmed. He was about to go down on her, but she had other ideas. She had the condom out in her hands already, and she grabbed his cock. Her fingers felt fantastic as she unrolled it, sheathing his cock. He groaned again in her ear and she answered with a mewling cry. She sounded almost distraught.

Temi’s whole body trembled with need as she took his cock and guided it into her ripe pussy. She was desperate for his hard cock to be in her. It had been so long. When she felt his granite cock parting the lips of her labia and pushing into her pussy, she orgasmed immediately, a long, intense, shuddering orgasm. She felt her juices gush out and soak her butt. Oh sweet bliss!

He heard liquid splashing on the floor and wondered if she had peed. She continued to scream in ecstasy, her face scrunched, her eyes squeezed tight. Is she orgasming already? He felt her pussy clenching around his cock. Hard.

“You feel good!” he gasped.

She managed to get a foot onto the towel rack and used it as leverage to bounce on him. He slammed back into her, catching a rhythm, fucking her hard and slow. She seemed to have recovered from her initial seizure. Her face was calmer but still wet with lust. He felt her muscles start to tense up again. He quickened the pace slightly and she orgasmed again. At least he thought she did. She cried out and her pussy clenched and juiced. My God, this woman can cum o!

He prided himself on his control. Usually, he could hold his orgasm off for quite a while, pleasuring his partner, varying the tempo of his fucking to the maximum satisfaction of both. But her reaction was quickly driving him toward release again. Her pussy squeezed and eased and squeezed again—tightly. Her moaning sounds were frantic. He could not stop himself from picking up the pace, driving into her faster, harder, deeper.

Oh my God! Unbelievable! Temi thought. She had orgasmed almost continually from the moment his cock entered her. She hadn’t known that was possible. When she felt him getting close, she was rocked by yet another strong orgasm.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, Chidi!” she screamed. That sent him cascading over the edge. Once more his orgasm caught him by surprise. He thrust into her hard. Her pussy muscles convulsed around his straining member and they both released. Their cries of ecstasy mingled together as they came. His world darkened with the intensity of the sensations. Sperm shot up his cock as his hips rocketed against her. Sweet Jesus!

He stilled, moaning into her ear in relief.

Her orgasm was followed by aftershocks, little spasms of pleasure that caused her to shudder and moan.

They were both breathing hard and covered with sweat. He kissed her, gently now. They smiled at each other.

“I hope these rooms are soundproof,” he said. They both laughed.

“Fuck, Temi, that was totally fucking awesome! I’m sorry I was so quick.”

“Yes, it was… unbelievable. I have no complaints.” She sighed in contentment.

He slowly pulled his now mostly limp cock out of her, being careful not to lose the condom. Once he was fully out, he threw it in the garbage. His genitals and legs were soaked and the floor underneath them was wet.

“Did you pee?” he asked. “It’s okay if you did,” he added quickly.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I just came a bunch! God, you felt fantastic, Chidi. I would not have dreamed it could be so good.”

She was still reclined on the counter, seeming very relaxed. Her mascara was smudged below her eyes, but she looked ravishing. Chidi thought maybe he would wake up from this dream soon and discover that he had just soiled his sheets.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm.” She didn’t stir.

He turned on the water and adjusted it until the temperature was perfect. Reaching out a hand to her, he helped her off the counter and led her into the shower. It was just as nice as he had imagined. He washed his head, she piled her hair on top of her head, pinning it somehow, saying she didn’t want it to be wet all evening and she didn’t have the product here to deal with washing it.

They lathered each other lovingly. His cock was still semi-hard, and he imagined that it would always be so while she was near. They dried each other off. She seemed subdued but happy. They kept smiling at each other and stealing small kisses.

She put on the new bra and the matching panties and paraded back and forth for him while he sat naked on the bed. His cock hardened and he would have been ready to go again if she hadn’t reminded him that they were out of condoms. God, she was hot!

“Where do you want to go for dinner?” she asked, combing her long hair with her fingers.

“You’re buying. Why don’t you pick?” He was sure he didn’t go to the same places she did.

“What kind of food do you like? French? Chinese?”

“I’m not picky really. I’m fine with chicken.”

“We’re not getting chicken!” She laughed, her small lines crinkling around her eyes. “How about ‘Shiro Restaurant’’? It’s close. The food’s good. They don’t take reservations so getting in won’t be a hassle. There might be a bit of a wait, but on Friday night we’d wait anywhere.”

“That’s fine.” He had seen the restaurant, but he had never been to it.

She disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door. He dressed for dinner, glad that he had the dry shirt to wear. He didn’t feel like putting on his less-than-clean boxers after taking a shower, so he went without underwear. He didn’t think she would mind.

She dabbed away the mascara that was smudged under her eyes with a clean tissue. Stepping back, she looked at herself in the mirror in her new bra and panties. Very nice! She turned sideways, admiring her newly sculpted biceps.

She had always kept herself reasonably fit, working out several times a week since she was in her twenties, but after Segun died, she really stepped it up. Now she worked out every single day, usually for at least an hour. It kept her from wallowing in sorrow. The endorphins lifted her mood and the resulting muscle tone didn’t hurt either. She looked better than ever. In her twenties, she had been stick-skinny. Now she had some great curves. She smiled to herself as she finished getting dressed.


Outside it was bitterly cold. The wind was blowing. Both of them immediately pulled their hoods over their heads. Luckily Shiro Restaurant was only a few blocks away. They ran most of the way there, holding hands and laughing.

The wait would be twenty minutes—not too long. They made their way to one of the bars and stood at the railing as all the barstools were full. Chidi immediately liked the vibe of the restaurant. The artwork was interesting: a huge mural along one wall depicted what seemed to be a renaissance-era feast scene. The crowd was mixed: some people wore business attire, some were dressed very casually, while others were ready for a night on the town.

They had not even had a chance to order a drink when a table opened up for them. Their waiter, a very friendly, young woman, was obviously quite smitten with Chidi. She did not snub Temi, though, so that was alright.

Chidi ordered the grilled pork, and Temi had a salad and hot bean sauce. After checking with Chidi, she also ordered a bottle of red wine for them. When it arrived, Chidi didn’t like it; it was too bitter. He didn’t normally drink wine. Temi seemed to like it, so he sipped his slowly but mostly drank water. That was fine with him. His focus now was on having awesome sex, not on drinking.

Her phone rang and she pulled it out to see who was calling. She had an expensive-looking iPhone.

“Sorry–let me just answer this. Work stuff,” she said. She texted for a while, then shut the ringer off and put her phone back in her purse.

“You’re on-call on Friday nights?” he asked.

“I’m always on-call—it’s Interswitch! Anyway, my boss is used to me working all the time. I just set his expectations that I’ll be busy for the rest of the evening.”


He smiled at her disarmingly and her heart began to pound again. I can’t wait to get you back to the room!

Their conversation was occasionally awkward, but they glowed in the aftermath of good sex and the promise of more. They exchanged lots of flirtatious smiles.

Temi brought up her kids. They were so much a part of her life that she couldn’t really talk about herself without including them. She explained that she had an eleven-year-old daughter and a nine-year-old son.

He was blown away but tried to hide it. “You must have been really young when you had your first,” he said.

“Not so much.”

He revised his opinion of her age upwards by five years. My God, I’m closer in age to her kids than I am to her! This didn’t change the fact that she was the sexiest woman he had ever been with.

They finished up with tea. They hadn’t finished their bottle of wine, but the waiter replaced the cork and brought them a brown paper bag to carry it in.

She paid the bill with her debit card again. He didn’t see how much it was, but plenty he was sure. His meal had been 12,000 Naira and the bottle of wine could not have been cheap. He felt vaguely guilty. Maybe I’ll have her over to my place and cook for her to make this up. No, Dude, she’s just using you for sex for tonight. She’s not going to want to come over to your stuffy little house.

Outside the wind had died down. They walked slowly, hand-in-hand.

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