At thirty thousand feet, just before the plane began its descent over Dubai, Grace swore she could see the pearly gates of heaven on the horizon.
Chief laughed it off. She was bent on the seat, looking out through the window while he admired her ass from his seat. Grace thought the cabins were big enough for the two of them, but Chief insisted they had separate seats side by side.
“I’ve got the better view.” He said. The seats were big and gorgeous, closing into a small, private space with the push of a button. She sucked him off over the Golf of Aden, in his yellow-lit cubicle. Grace increased the speed of her bobbing head when the pilot announced they would be landing soon.
Chief reached for her, wanting to go all the way, but she moved out of his reach, grinning playfully at his turgid penis. She promised to try breaking their bed in the hotel, but she wanted to watch the landing.
“Eh!! It’s so fine o!” she exclaimed when land came into view. The city lay sprawled thousands of feet below, she made out the tall skyscrapers in glee. She did not mind looking silly while Chief watched her.
When she glanced back to see if he was still watching, she found him admiring her round ass.
“Chief!” she teased, “what are you looking at?”
“Next time we fly, it’s in a private plane o.” She understood his meaning, her eyes travelled down to his pants, where a bulge strained against his trousers.
It was evening when they landed, the setting sun framing the airstrip was a view, unlike any Grace, had ever seen. The many amazing sights of Lagos paled in comparison to stepping out of the plane onto the airstrip to meet the beautiful dusk outside; colourful skies, and pretty lights.
Her gown flourished when a plane passed close by. The wind made her cheeks cold, but compared to the cool chill of the plane, being outdoors was markedly humid. The tarmac was wet, and lights reflected in the pools of water.
She had not noticed it raining while up in the air and was surprised to find out it had only stopped drizzling recently.
“Eh, God!” She swore. All the way to the hotel, while Chief and she sipped champagne out of slim flutes, she marvelled at everything unabashedly. She suddenly had the strong urge to show her appreciation to Chief again.
While the car cruised at a slow speed through the town, she pulled off a slipper and turned to face the Chief, with the barefoot, she teased his leg.
Maybe it was his refusal to do more than watching her, but the atmosphere heated up quickly in the car, until she felt a different urge take hold of her. Her foot went up the Chief’s thigh, until her toes lightly grazed his swollen crotch.
“You’re such a naughty girl.”
“I’m your naughty girl.” She slurred with a smile. All the adventures had with the Chief, and his family had begun to loosen her grip on reality so that the surreal suddenness of a trip to Dubai was almost taken in stride, her senses were adjusting to all the sights, the plane ride had been heaven, pure pleasure even, but back on the ground, her body craved another sort of pleasure.
Grace could not wait to get to the hotel. While the foot teased Chief, a hand moved slowly to her pums. She pulled the gown up, scrunching it in folds at her waist, if Chief was going to play hard to get, she would make the game a little more interesting. Seduction came easy to Grace, by the time the car pulled to a stop, Chief was barely able to keep himself from jumping on her.
“We’re here, sir.” The driver called.
Outside the car, she was greeted by the view of a large restaurant, see-through glass framed the building so the guests inside were in view to the passers-by on the street. She made out the interior; golden mild light and spacious seating made the interior an antithesis to its extravagant front.
The car drove off and Chief led her into the intimate restaurant. Grace was not really hungry, instead, she wanted something else, but it seemed Chief was bent on prolonging the experience outdoors.
A smartly-dressed waiter attended to them.
“Reservation for two.” Chief told the waiter his name and soon they were being escorted to a table. Cool ambient music played in the background nothing she had ever heard before.
She leaned into Chief and whispered. “I think say we go first go hotel.”
“What’s the rush?” He simply told her. “We have all the time in the world, and besides, darling, I’m famished.”
They had a three-course meal, Grace ate the first spoon, and was surprised to find she was hungry too, all the excitement of the day had her nerves wired, so she had each course with vigour.
“Money good o”. She thought to herself, grinning at Chief happily. Food and sex, in Dubai. She did not think anything could be better than this.
She was full, satisfied and rearing to go twenty minutes after they first stopped in front of the fancy restaurant. She had eaten quickly, only remembering table manners when she caught the Chief smirking at her.
“Let’s go nau!” Chief was done eating, but he sat watching her like she was not dying to do bad things to him all night long. Nina told once her, that men were suckers for pouting girls, so she did her best, and it seemed to work because Chief stopped smiling and called for their bill.
Outside, it felt colder and Grace shivered a little. The car pulled up to the curb and Chief gestured for her to get in it.
Immediately he joined her inside, she climbed onto his lap, and kissed him deeply, her tongue teased his until he was out of breath, her hand slipped through the thin fabric of his shirt, massaging his chest as she devoured him.
Chief pulled away, his eyes narrow in desire, and the breath from his lungs huffing out in excitement.
Grace was on to him now. He knew she was going crazy, but because she teased him a little on the plane, he was playing with her now.
“See ehn, we’re almost at the hotel, just a little longer.”
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