At work, I told Lanre everything happening between Chisom and I and asked him to tell Adaora. He laughed when I told him my stories about Anita driving Chisom crazy. I reminded him again not to let Chisom know that Anita was just a made-up character.
I travelled to Abuja for a conference. I thought it would be a normal event, but it wasn’t. I spent most of my time in sessions where engineers talked about new technology for measuring loads and construction designs. After each presentation, there was an allotted time for questions from the audience, and sometimes the questions got pretty heated.
During the Friday afternoon session, a young and inexperienced engineer gave a shaky presentation, his first time speaking in public. An older man in the audience began asking questions and came off as aggressive and almost rude. He not only questioned some of the speaker’s conclusions but also his qualifications.
This really got me pissed, this was a more experienced guy who was picking on someone less experienced. Luckily, the topic under discussion was something I knew well, so I stood up to ask a question. I tailored my question in a way that would help the speaker find his feet give him a confidence boost. It also stopped the rude engineer from asking more questions. I was happy to see the young man finish the session feeling better.
Dinner that evening was a buffet. After getting my food, I didn’t see anyone I knew to sit with. I joined a group at a partly filled table, which included a pretty young woman I had noticed in the afternoon session. Her nametag was written Afiya, and she was from Uganda.
Dinner talk was mostly casual work-related chat, like usual at conferences. Afiya seemed smart but quiet; she mostly listened and only spoke up occasionally. But as everyone was leaving, she surprised me by touching my arm and asking if I could stay for a minute.
When we were alone, she said, “I saw what you did during the afternoon session. It was really nice and kind of you to ask the speaker a question that helped him calm down.” She spoke great English, but with a slight accent that I thought was charming.
“Thanks, Afiya,” I said. “I thought the guy asking those questions was being rude, and I didn’t like seeing a younger engineer being treated like that. It pissed me off.”
“I’ve seen a lot of situations like that in our line of work,” she said. “But it’s rare for someone to step in, especially as kindly as you did. I don’t think he even realized he was being helped.”
We talked for a few more minutes, and I asked her if she wanted to leave the hotel for a stroll, or maybe grab a drink or two. She glanced at my left hand, where my wedding ring was, and I just laughed.
“Yes, I’m married!” I said happily. “I didn’t mean to flirt with you; I just thought a walk would be nice, and I’d love it if you joined me.” I found Afiya very attractive, but I hadn’t planned to act on it. She’s around 5 feet 5 inches tall and has a curvy figure. She has a full, shapely body with wide hips, a well-shaped ass and pretty nice breasts to compliment.
She smiled back at me, and replied, “In that case, I’d love to, but I get to pick the drinks. There’s a drink I’d introduce you to.”
It was a great evening. We strolled around and then found a lounge and tried a few new drinks. In the course of our conversation, I learned that she had just finished her graduate degree in engineering at the University of British Columbia and was working with a multinational construction company which had her shuttling between Abuja and the UK.
While we were on our second round of drinks, the mood got more serious. I started talking to her about my marriage and how Chisom had cheated on me. I only gave her the basics, leaving out the details from the recording. I told Afiya that I had taped them in a hotel. She winced and said, “That must have been terrible. I’m really sorry.”
Maybe because I was open with her, she felt comfortable sharing. After a few minutes, she talked about her only relationship with Abbo, a coursemate in the university that turned sour. He had wooed her for months until she agreed to go out with him. But once they started having sex, he became controlling and abusive. He liked rough sex, and it turned him on when she said no or hesitated.
After two months of scary experiences and a beating that almost sent her to the hospital, she tried to break up with him. Abbo threatened to kill her if she left. Scared, she dropped out of school in the middle of the semester. She didn’t go back to the university until 10 months later, after making sure he had graduated.
The whole experience was quite traumatizing for Afiya. As she shared her story, her voice got softer and shaky, and she looked down at the table instead of at me. When she finished, she looked up and said, “I haven’t been with anyone since then; that was seven years ago.”
The story shocked me, and I felt really sorry for Afiya, who was still clearly hurting from what had happened to her. I held her hand and said, “That’s a terrible experience, Afi. It was really brave of you to go back to school and finish your degree. That must have been really tough.”
She smiled and said, “At first, it was terrible! Even though I knew he was in the US, I spent the first two months looking for him everywhere. I kept thinking he would jump out from somewhere and hurt me. I was scared of the dark and scared to go anywhere by myself. I had two roommates who were really nice. After a few months, things got a lot better.”
“But you… haven’t started dating again,” I said softly.
“No… For a long time, I didn’t want to be around men at all. After that feeling got a little better, I just didn’t meet anyone I liked. Honestly, it felt safer to focus on my work and avoid the risk of getting involved again.”
I managed to lift Afiya’s spirits a bit by chatting about lighter subjects. We talked about the conference and laughed about some of the boring presentations. By the time we got back to the hotel around 11 p.m., she seemed much happier.
As we were getting close to the hotel, she took my arm and stopped me gently, saying, “Can we talk here for a moment before going back inside?”
I nodded in agreement, and we sat quietly for a minute while I wondered what she was thinking.
She looked seriously at me for a moment. She was really beautiful! “Kunle, you know you’re a very handsome man. What you did this afternoon, helping that poor guy with his paper, showed me how kind you are. And our conversation tonight made me realize even more that you’re a special person. You’re not just handsome, funny, and smart, but also gentle and you care about how others feel.”
I began to thank her, but she held up her finger to my lips to stop me and continued. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man I liked and felt safe with. I know you’re married, but I can see you’re hurting too. I want to spend the night with you.”
I was completely shocked. But I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t interested, so I quickly said, “Wow, Afi, I’m flattered. You’re one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met, and I would love to spend the night with you.”
She smiled at me and said, “Good!” Then she hugged my arm, and we both laughed.
We decided to meet in my room in half an hour. I went to a pharmacy to buy some condoms, something I never thought I’d need, and then waited for her in my room.
When I answered her knock, she walked in shyly, holding a small bag with her nightwear, and asked if she could change in the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out in a robe, looking even more shy. I had turned off all the lights except one, was in my boxers, and was waiting for her in bed with a couple of drinks in the bedside fridge.
Afiya came right over to the bed, but I could see she was really nervous. I smiled at her, and she took off her robe to show a nice pink nightie that looked pretty but wasn’t too revealing. She said, “I’m not very experienced. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
We kissed for a long time, enjoying being close. I didn’t go any further until Afiya started to touch my chest and back. Then I moved my hands up and down her arms, around her neck, and onto her nightie, gently touching her small breasts. She made a soft sound as I touched them. I was careful, and soon I felt her nipples getting firm against my hand.
I gently lifted the nightgown over her head and then took off my boxers. I was about to cover us with the duvet, but she stopped me. “No, I want to see you.”
I smiled and lay back next to her. She leaned over me, looking at my chest and touching it, and I let her take charge. She ran her hands up and down my arms, feeling my muscles, then across my stomach and down to my thighs. At first, she avoided touching my dick, just exploring my body. Her breasts were big and soft. After a minute, I began to touch them, and she smiled and leaned back, pushing them into my hands.
We explored our bodies together and kissed every now and then. I was very erect, and she was definitely dripping wet, but neither of us was in a hurry. I believe we were both being cautious, both of us having traumatic experiences we needed to avoid, but we were also simply enjoying the pleasure of taking things slow.
After what seemed like a long time, I slipped my fingers between her thighs and stroked her wet pussy for the first time. I repeatedly caressed her inner thighs, beginning at the midthigh and progressing to her pussy lips, which I briefly massaged before returning to her thighs. She rested her head on my shoulder and said, “I was hoping you’d do that.”
When she was very wet and her hips moved towards me with each touch, I shifted so I could use my mouth between her legs. My hips and dick were within her hand’s reach, but not near her face, as I didn’t want her to feel like she had to do anything. As I licked and gently explored her vagina with my tongue, using my finger on her clitoris, she touched my balls with one hand and stroked my dick with the other. I loved her taste and smell, which was lighter and less strong than Chisom’s.
Like before, we took our time and enjoyed the moment gradually. When she was close to cumming, I slowed down a bit to keep her arousal steady, then built it up again. The third time, she whispered, “Don’t stop this time, Daddy! Make me cum!” So I kept a steady rhythm with my movements, enjoying how her hips moved. I continued until she reached her orgasm. She didn’t scream but gasped loudly, saying “oh! Oh! oh!” several times, then sighed deeply and relaxed into the bed.
As she got close to her climax, she released me, which was okay, I didn’t want my first orgasm to be in her hands! I moved back up to the top of the bed and held her in my arms. She sighed happily, smiling with her eyes closed.
After a minute, she woke up a bit and said, “Daddy, fuck me now.” I noticed some worry on her face, so I replied, “Are you sure, Afi?”
“I want you inside me now. But…..but could I be on top of you?”
“Of course,” I smiled at her. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and she gently put it on me. She sat above me and rubbed her pussy against my dick a few times, making me moan with pleasure.
Then she slowly and carefully started to lower herself onto me. I tried hard not to push up into her, giving her all the time she needed. I could tell she was dealing with some difficult memories, so I was very patient as she eased herself onto my dick, stopped to adjust, and continued. It took about two minutes for her to settle all the way down, and when she did, she relaxed completely, let out a sigh, and smiled widely.
When she started to ride me, it felt natural. She took her time, sometimes moving up and down, and sometimes resting on me while twisting her hips so that I could feel her. It was all amazing. I wasn’t in a rush, so I didn’t thrust up into her just yet. Instead, I enjoyed holding and smooching her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. She kept her hands on my shoulders for support.
We continued making love steadily, then I noticed her facial expression change. She looked really focused and started moving more intentionally. She bit her lip and arched her back, moaning softly. I could tell she was close, so I started to thrust back into her. After about a minute, I realized I was about to cum, and I whispered, “Afi?”
She just said, “Yes, daddy, fuck me hard!” We continued to thrust into one another, staying in rhythm. Just as I was sure I’d lose control and start jerking my hips, she came, falling forward on me and groaning. I felt her pussy spasm and I totally lost it, bucking up into her several times and cumming so hard I thought I’d shoot my cum right through the condom and up into her. Fuck it felt good!
After it was over, we just lay there, cuddling each other and feeling our breathing slow down. During our time together, thoughts of Chisom popped into my head, how her body felt different from Afi’s. Now, lying with Afiya, I remembered Chisom and Chike, but the memory felt less painful. I wouldn’t say I had forgotten about her cheating or that it didn’t matter. It was more like I found a break from the hurt, a nice break with a lovely and caring young woman.
I glanced at Afiya’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she had a happy smile, like a little girl after a fun day at an amusement park. Without saying anything, I kissed her on the forehead and turned off the lamp. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up in a way I think everyone should try at least once in their life. It was around 8 a.m., and the sunlight was pouring in through the sheer curtains, making the room bright. I was lying on my side, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Afiya kneeling by the bed, beautiful and completely naked, smiling at me as she took the head of my dick into her mouth. I was only half erect, but that changed quickly!
She teased me deliciously with her lips, using her hands to hold and gently stroke my balls and the base of my shaft. At times she dipped down and took about 4 inches of me into her mouth, then slid back and caressed just the head with her tongue. After five minutes she had me incredibly aroused, I was straining towards her mouth, groaning, wordlessly begging for release.
Without warning, she let go of me, stood up, smiled big, and said, “Good morning, Papi. Want to take a shower?” Then, without saying anything else, she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. A moment later, I heard the water running in the shower.
I laughed, feeling the mix of pleasure and frustration from almost reaching a great orgasm. I quickly got out of bed, stretched, and went straight to the bathroom. When I joined her in the shower, she laughed joyfully and hugged me tightly.
We soaped each other up, enjoying the sensation of touching all over our bodies: toes, armpits, ears, necks, and everything else. We started washing slowly, but soon we were both eager to get out of the shower and back to the bedroom. We rushed out, not caring about our wet hair, quickly dried each other off, and tossed the towels aside. She grabbed the condoms first, and in no time, she had put one on me.
“Daddy,” she said with a smile, “how do you want me this time? I want you to choose.” I actually loved doggy style, but I didn’t want to remind her of bad memories of Abbo.
“You already know, baby girl, missionary,” I said with a wink. “I just love looking at you.” She got comfortable on her back with a pillow under her head and hugged me. “I can’t wait to have you in me,” she said with a smile.
We were both too turned on to take our time like we did the night before. As soon as I was inside her, I felt the urge to start thrusting. I tried to take a few deep breaths, wanting to enjoy the feeling, and then started moving slowly. At first, I held myself up on my arms, looking at her beautiful, smiling face as we made love.
Then, within a few minutes, the sensations in my dick became so strong that I had to thrust harder and faster. She put her hands on my back and pulled me closer into her. With my face against her shoulder, I began to thrust even harder and faster, feeling her hips rise to meet each movement. She started to moan softly each time, and I became more and more turned on.
I started to whimper as I felt intense pleasure, and my thrusts became faster and stronger. I knew I shouldn’t be too rough, so I tried to hold back a bit even as I felt myself cumming. It felt like a wave of energy spreading from my body. I heard a loud groan and wondered if it was me. Afterwards, I felt weak and collapsed onto Afiya, trying not to put my full weight on her.
It took us half an hour to get out of bed, and we laughed when we remembered we needed to shower again! This time, we got it done without any playful teasing and both got dressed for the day.
I began chatting with Afiya about the day. “How about we go out tonight, there’s a nice spot in Wuse where they have really good kilishii and palm wine.”
She took my hand and smiled at me sadly, then led me to the bed where we both sat down. “Kunle, I need to say something. Last night was more than I expected. I hoped we could be good for each other, you know? Help each other heal and feel a bit more at ease.”
“Of course we did. But for me, it was more than that. It was exciting, fun, and relaxed. It was the best night I’ve ever had with a man!”
I broke in, kissing her lightly, and told her that it had been just as wonderful for me. But she stopped me and went on.
“I’m travelling back to the UK tonight, something came up so I won’t be able to stay for the rest of the conference, I’m sorry Kunle.”
Startled, I asked her with concern in my voice. “Afi, I hope everything is okay.” She assured me there was nothing to worry about. It was just a work emergency that warranted her jumping on the next available flight back to the UK.
I nodded and walked her to the door. After a soft kiss and hug, and with smiles from both of us, she stepped into the hallway.
I had dinner alone at the hotel, thinking about Afiya, Chisom, and what I wanted for my future. Later, I returned to my room, sat up in bed reading a publication for a while, and then went to sleep.
I was surprised to hear a soft knock on the door at 10:45 pm, just as I was thinking about turning off the light. I looked through the peephole and saw Afiya in a hotel robe. When I opened the door with a big smile, she jumped into my arms, and we hugged as I shut the door.
“What are you doing here?!” I asked.
“Did you really think I was going to cut short my weekend with you? I was only pulling your legs, Daddy.” She said, laughing.
We quickly took our clothes off and cuddled in the dark, with her in front of me. Afiya fell asleep in just a few minutes, but I stayed awake a little longer, enjoying her lovely scent and the feel of her slim body in my arms. Then I fell asleep too.
Written by Sixtie9ine
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