SIMI'S WEEKEND GETAWAY- 1
"Hey beautiful, just here to say I misssss my favourite person right now in the whole world"
Her face brightened and a beautiful smile curved around her full red lips as she looked up her phone to read the message she just received. Blushing hard as she dialed his number, she wondered what it would be like to date Sika. He appeared to be the most sensitive man she has ever come across, he knew what to say to make you happy and funny thing he was not asking for anything, she wanted him to ask her out, she wished she was not that old fashioned girl that believe a guy must make the first move.
"Hey big man, you know how to make me happy, thank you" She said almost immediately as he picked up.
"haha my pleasure beautiful but please never tell me thank you again" He replied calmly.
"Okay my oga, I will not again"She replied laughing.
"I am officially tired of you my lady, anyway, how about a road trip this weekend?" he asked.
Almost screaming like he just asked her to marry her, a happy Simi replied yes to his road trip idea. They talked for a little while and they both went back to work.
Friday seemed so far for Simi, when it finally came, she was so happy. Stepping out in blue jean shorts and a white T-shirt that read 'Fe male' and had a big red lip , she hugged Sika as she saw him standing in front of his black Hyundai Accent. She felt tiny in his arm as they hugged, her heart was racing.
The trip all the way to the outskirts of the city was fun, filled with Sika abusing other drivers who tried to get in his lane to driving alone on the road as they drove away from the city. She felt his cold hand squeeze hers as she leaned towards him, he drove with his left and held her tiny palms with his right, stealing glances and smiling. She could feel her face red as she blushed, she did not wish for that moment to end, she wondered if he fancied her. I mean, he had to fancy her to text her daily, to take her on a road trip and to hold her hands like this, could he be the one? Simi kept thinking, she was so lost in her thought, she did not realize they had gotten to their destination.
It was a farm, brick houses were scantily scattered around, there was a tiny gate leading to the farm. A young man in his mid-20s came out of the house close by the gate, greeting Sika , he opened the gate allowing them to drive in. He ran to the car and helped them with their luggage, Sika gave him notes of Naira and he disappeared back into the house he came out from.
"Who is he and where is this place?" She asked
"Oh that is Kuna, my gateman. this is my farm"He said leading her into the house that stood at the extreme right from the gate.
"You have a farm?" She asked surprised.
"Yes my lady, I do. It's my inheritance" Sika replied as he opened the door.
The interior of the house was simple but beautiful, the walls painted in yellow, the room had just one sofa and a big television. A table fridge sat by the corner of the room with a tiny flower vase on it. Above the television was the massive painting of a woman and a man smiling, Sika was a splitting image of the man who had thick black mustache and full lips.
"Your parents?" She asked
"Yes, they are late now" he replied.
It dawned on her immediately that she barely knew anything about him and his family. She only knew that he worked in same street as her and they had both met at a filling station once and got talking from there about government before he asked for her number and they kept in touch right after that. She asked about his parents and Sika gave her a detailed story of how they died. They spent the rest of the evening gisting, eating and sharing a drink together.
The moon shone brightly, they held hands, she could swear his eyes were fixed on her, she felt her stomach getting hot, her thighs numb, she wanted his touch, wanted to draw him into a deep kiss. She turned to face him and right that moment, their lips locked. He kissed like he wanted to get into her soul, hands caressing every part of her body, she wanted him more than ever, felt him and knew he was ready.
Gently pushing her on the only sofa in the parlor, she gasped as he slid his hand underneath her skirt, she wanted more than those hands, she wanted all of him. She parted her legs like she understood his deep stare into her eyes.
"Sika, make love to me" She half pleaded, half commanded.
"I will my lady" He replied calmly as he nibbled on her ears and kissed down her neck.
She felt him enter her as her legs parted more as if to welcome him into her body- her soul. He groaned softly as he made two slow thrusts into her, she knew it would be good, never expected it to be this good. He kept thrusting, making sure he touched her everywhere she wanted his hands touch. They kissed, he squeezed her breasts softly and his thrusts got quicker, in a split of second, they both clung tightly to each other. Simi's back arched as she threw her head backwards, biting her lips and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist........
"Omg, Si..k....sika" She gasped
"I love you Simi" He said as he kissed her strands of hair soaked on her temple from her sweat.
They both spent the rest of the night, laying in each other's arms reminiscing what happened in the parlor few minutes back- or atleast Simi was as Sika snored away.
(Concluding part in next post)
Her face brightened and a beautiful smile curved around her full red lips as she looked up her phone to read the message she just received. Blushing hard as she dialed his number, she wondered what it would be like to date Sika. He appeared to be the most sensitive man she has ever come across, he knew what to say to make you happy and funny thing he was not asking for anything, she wanted him to ask her out, she wished she was not that old fashioned girl that believe a guy must make the first move.
"Hey big man, you know how to make me happy, thank you" She said almost immediately as he picked up.
"haha my pleasure beautiful but please never tell me thank you again" He replied calmly.
"Okay my oga, I will not again"She replied laughing.
"I am officially tired of you my lady, anyway, how about a road trip this weekend?" he asked.
Almost screaming like he just asked her to marry her, a happy Simi replied yes to his road trip idea. They talked for a little while and they both went back to work.
Friday seemed so far for Simi, when it finally came, she was so happy. Stepping out in blue jean shorts and a white T-shirt that read 'Fe male' and had a big red lip , she hugged Sika as she saw him standing in front of his black Hyundai Accent. She felt tiny in his arm as they hugged, her heart was racing.
The trip all the way to the outskirts of the city was fun, filled with Sika abusing other drivers who tried to get in his lane to driving alone on the road as they drove away from the city. She felt his cold hand squeeze hers as she leaned towards him, he drove with his left and held her tiny palms with his right, stealing glances and smiling. She could feel her face red as she blushed, she did not wish for that moment to end, she wondered if he fancied her. I mean, he had to fancy her to text her daily, to take her on a road trip and to hold her hands like this, could he be the one? Simi kept thinking, she was so lost in her thought, she did not realize they had gotten to their destination.
It was a farm, brick houses were scantily scattered around, there was a tiny gate leading to the farm. A young man in his mid-20s came out of the house close by the gate, greeting Sika , he opened the gate allowing them to drive in. He ran to the car and helped them with their luggage, Sika gave him notes of Naira and he disappeared back into the house he came out from.
"Who is he and where is this place?" She asked
"Oh that is Kuna, my gateman. this is my farm"He said leading her into the house that stood at the extreme right from the gate.
"You have a farm?" She asked surprised.
"Yes my lady, I do. It's my inheritance" Sika replied as he opened the door.
The interior of the house was simple but beautiful, the walls painted in yellow, the room had just one sofa and a big television. A table fridge sat by the corner of the room with a tiny flower vase on it. Above the television was the massive painting of a woman and a man smiling, Sika was a splitting image of the man who had thick black mustache and full lips.
"Your parents?" She asked
"Yes, they are late now" he replied.
It dawned on her immediately that she barely knew anything about him and his family. She only knew that he worked in same street as her and they had both met at a filling station once and got talking from there about government before he asked for her number and they kept in touch right after that. She asked about his parents and Sika gave her a detailed story of how they died. They spent the rest of the evening gisting, eating and sharing a drink together.
The moon shone brightly, they held hands, she could swear his eyes were fixed on her, she felt her stomach getting hot, her thighs numb, she wanted his touch, wanted to draw him into a deep kiss. She turned to face him and right that moment, their lips locked. He kissed like he wanted to get into her soul, hands caressing every part of her body, she wanted him more than ever, felt him and knew he was ready.
Gently pushing her on the only sofa in the parlor, she gasped as he slid his hand underneath her skirt, she wanted more than those hands, she wanted all of him. She parted her legs like she understood his deep stare into her eyes.
"Sika, make love to me" She half pleaded, half commanded.
"I will my lady" He replied calmly as he nibbled on her ears and kissed down her neck.
She felt him enter her as her legs parted more as if to welcome him into her body- her soul. He groaned softly as he made two slow thrusts into her, she knew it would be good, never expected it to be this good. He kept thrusting, making sure he touched her everywhere she wanted his hands touch. They kissed, he squeezed her breasts softly and his thrusts got quicker, in a split of second, they both clung tightly to each other. Simi's back arched as she threw her head backwards, biting her lips and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist........
"Omg, Si..k....sika" She gasped
"I love you Simi" He said as he kissed her strands of hair soaked on her temple from her sweat.
They both spent the rest of the night, laying in each other's arms reminiscing what happened in the parlor few minutes back- or atleast Simi was as Sika snored away.
(Concluding part in next post)
That is just so romantic!!! I am looking to read the succeeding posts of Simi's love adventure!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat writing Isioma!!!