Zainab sat back down and sighed. She was feeling no pain. In fact, she was feeling very frisky.
“Here we go.” Uche assumed the same sitting position he had before. He removed her shoes and placed the new shoes on both of her feet.
This time, due to her buzzed state, she placed both of her feet on his legs after he put the new shoes on. Her move confused Uche and even shocked Zainab. She could see his cock swell, even under his baggy trousers.
Zainab’s cardigan sweater was pulled to the sides exposing her large, firm nipples through the fabric of her garment.
Uche looked at Zainab differently after a few moments staring at her breasts. He sensed something was up.
In easily the boldest move of her entire life, Zainab said,
“Hold on.”
She reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. She quickly and carelessly scrolled through her pictures until she got to one of her most recent vagina pictures she took for him. She held the phone to her breast and took a deep breath. ‘This is it, for sure.’ She thought.
She turned the phone to show Uche.
Uche’s eyes grew wide. He rocked backwards and leaned his back against the display wall.
“God damn! That’s you?!” He was whispering loudly.
Zainab only nodded.
Uche looked her up and down.
“Wow! You are fine!”
“Thank you, Uche.” She blushed.
“You know; you weren’t even supposed to get those texts. I got a new phone and misdialed my girlfriend’s number. Here, look.”
He took out his phone and showed Zainab his girlfriend’s phone number. The last two numbers were “37” and Zainab’s number ended with “73.” If it weren’t for this simple mistake Zainab would most likely be at home folding laundry right now watching a movie on TV, oblivious to her new-found desires.
“That’s a crazy coincidence!” She shook her head. Then continued,”…but, here we are.”
“What’s your name?”
“Zainab. You’re Uche, right? Is that what you like to be called?”
“That’s me.” Uche smiled.
Zainab bit her bottom lip and looked down at his crotch without realizing what she was doing.
“Come on back with me.”
Uche looked around, it wasn’t busy and he walked ahead of Zainab to the back storeroom.
Before she went in, she looked around to be sure no one was watching.
Behind the partition was a storeroom about twenty feet square. It had another room with a window in the corner. Zainab thought that must be the office.
Uche led her to the side wall where there was a counter with shoes in boxes.
Zainab felt like a teenager again, only she had never done this as a teenager. She felt wicked. Like she just crossed the threshold into another dimension. She was about to cheat on her husband with what looked like an eighteen-year-old boy in the back of a store.
Before she could fully appreciate the situation, Uche grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him.
Zainab felt drawn into him like a magnet to steel. Their bodies clicked immediately. She was hyper-focused on his crotch, where she felt an unusually large, thick, hard bulge against her waist.
She gasped, as her body moved to touch the young man. His lips quickly found hers and covered them in a hot, wet, French kiss. His lips were soft and full. They burned against her own. In a second, she realized what it was that she was not getting at home that she needed so very badly: passion.
Zainab did her best to keep up with him and the reality of this strange situation that she found herself in. She was twisting and turning her mouth to match his aggressive kissing style. He kissed her so passionately she felt she was already having sex with him. Their lips slid against each other, tongues twirled together frantically within their hot mouths. Their breathing was heavy and desperate. They both moaned.
Zainab pushed him away so she could look down at his crotch. His penis was extended outward inside his trousers. She had never seen anything like it before. It was crude and base…vulgar and animalistic…she loved it.
Uche noticed she was staring at his cock. He also knew she had wanted more pictures of it, so he felt no need to be reserved. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his trousers, and unzipped his zipper. His trousers and underwear dropped to the floor.
It happened so fast, that Zainab felt like she was in a dream. She suddenly found herself holding an enormous penis. It felt searing hot and smooth. She had her palms facing up as it lay across both of her outstretched hands. She was softly rubbing her fingers against it. It was bigger than the pictures made it appear. It was monstrous and heavy. She could not wrap her hands around it completely.
They continued kissing as she gently stroked Uche.
Then from afar, “Hello? Helllooo?” The unwelcome voice drifted to the back from the front of the store.
“Damn!” Uche couldn’t go out to the showroom in his current condition. His erection was too big and awkward to quickly put away. Zainab covered for him by going out to greet the customer.
“Yes, may I help you?” She tried her best to appear as a salesperson.
“Do you have these in size 37?” A young woman was holding shopping bags in one hand with a zebra-patterned shoe dangling from the other.
“I’m sorry, that is the last pair we have.” Zainab lied and the customer wandered off.
The customer was a much-needed interruption in the first contact between Zainab and Uche.
Taking advantage of the break, Zainab peeked her head around the corner and said,
“I have to go. Text me later!” She blew him a kiss.
He began to protest, but Zainab left before she could hear what he was going to say. The customer reminded her that it was far too risky to have any sort of tryst in the storeroom of a supermarket. What she discovered is that these past three days and all the excitement she had felt during them were only a tiny sampling of the actual pleasure that could come from this new, exciting, development in her world.
She had a lot to think about. A lot of plans to be made.
Zainab floated through the rest of her day. After driving straight home to masturbate (and three consecutive orgasms), she picked up her phone to see more texts from Uche. There were.
-WHY DID YOU LEAVE?-
-WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN?-
Zainab thought about what she wanted from Uche and all she could think about was the feel of his enormous penis in her hands. She found it extremely difficult to think about anything else.
She knew that she had tasted a forbidden fruit. There was no going back to her normal life after this. She could still back out, but there was something sexually sinister that had awakened within her that she could not fully understand, or control, and even if she could, she didn’t want to.
That night she texted back:
-WHEN IS YOUR NEXT DAY OFF?-
She was only going to be able to see more of his beautiful penis during weekdays. She had little time to slip away on weeknights and weekends.
He responded:
-MONDAY –
Tomorrow was Saturday. Zainab didn’t know whether she would be able to stay sane between now and Monday without seeing his penis in person again.
Then he texted,
-WHY DON’T YOU PICK ME UP FROM WORK? I DON’T LIVE FAR FROM THE STORE.-
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