3 comments/ 2883 views/ 1 favorites Weather for Two By: JerryJonesAfrique "Rain, rain Don't go away Don't forget to come Come again another day Sam and Chinwe Wants to play". - Anonymous The day flew by unnoticed as she immersed herself in lab work. She had to ace her praticals this semester if she wanted to really climb into four point five C.G.P.A at the end of the year. Chinwe's only thought was of her presentation in two days. All was in fufillment of the requirements to graduate from the department of food science and technology, in the University of Uyo. The humidity levels lowered suddenly towards evening. The flame from her bunsen burner flickered from a sudden bust of air flying in through the window. She looked outside. The world had darkened. The clouds were heavy and laden with rain. As if it had been invoked by a deity. The room temperature on her thermometer had fallen below the constant margin she'd set for the tests and she was prepping for her third and final reading. Her calculations would be distorted if she went on. Like it or not, she had to stop. And wait till room temperature fell back into the experiment's constant margin. The heavens hadn't spilled a drop in the past four months. As if on cue, a lightening flash zig-zagged its signature on the firmament, a signal for the end of an old season, and the start of a new one. She was sure the forecasters hadn't seen this one coming. Even she was surprised. Chinwe checked the time on her wristwatch. Five PM still. She could wait it out and continue after the rain, but she knew how treacherously long and heavy it rained this far south. It could rain till midnight. She needed to get home quickly before the rain started. Chinwe packed up as quickly as she could and tidied up her work space. She took a quick shower at the laboratory's bathroom and changed out of her lab coat. She'd pick up a cab at the school gate. That is if she can make to the school gate before the rain began. She was about to cross the gates when it began without preamble. The heavy clouds had been warning enough. Huge drops of water started pelting from the sky. The few pedestrians who were along the street ran helter skelter in search of temporary shelter. The line of women who sold snacks, cold drinks and simple stationeries beside the school gate were hurrying to cover the wares they had on display with large nylons. The ibo guy next to them who sold cheap female footwear which he claimed he brought in from Togo was spreading tarpaulin over his goods which he always spread on the ground. Chinwe craned her neck down the road to see if a taxi was in sight. None. Her eyes caught the fresh fruit shop across the road. She'd always walked past but had never had the time to check it out. Now was as good as anytime. She'll check out what they offered and then call her a cabbie. She walked across the road. Her right pink suede shoe slipped on the wet asphalt and she almost lost her footing. An oncomming car swerved away from her in time and sped off, its driver hurling curses at her. She made it safely the rest of the way. She walked hurriedly across the parking space in front of the shop's building to it's glass, sliding doors. The glass was clean, she noticed. Her mom was a neat freak and according to her, that was usually a good sign. She slid the doors open and got inside sliding the door shut to keep the cold outside. She was relieved to find it less cold. She shivered. The rain had beat her a bit while crossing the road. "Eiya! The fine girl is shivering." Chinwe was startled and looked around the big room to see the owner smiling at her from in between to racks full of fat, green-crowned pineapples. That was when she noticed what the place contained. "Maybe I should switch off the air conditioner till u leave," he offered. Sammy had a heavy sweater on and wore a brown beanie now. He was holding a disposable cup containing his drink with the straw in it. He'd met so many pretty female students being the sales boy at a fruit shop across the University's annex campus. This one seemed to be on a whole different level. Her gucci handbag. Her hair wasn't made, just packed neatly with an expensive hair-clip. Her earrings were short and there was no artificialness on her face. Well, apart from her lips painted pink. "There is no need," Chinwe replied. She walked around checking the place out. There were guavas and bananas, paw paw and water melon. Apples, avocadoes, even plum. Chinwe was amazed. She noticed the cute guy following her in silence with that smile on his face. "It's amazing right? You never imagined. I bet it's ur first time by the look on ya face." Sammy asked. She shook her head and smiled. She turned to look around some more. She saw loaves of bread on another rack. She went to touch them. They were soft and smelled fresh. "How much for the bread?" "These cost two hundred, these three, while those other ones cost five hundred naira," Sammy replied. Pointing out different loaves. "I'll take one of three hundred," she said. Sammy took one of the loaves in his free hand and continued following her. Chinwe saw the beverages, packaged juice and liquid milk and all sorts of drinkables. There was lettuce and carrot in the refrigerator. Including cucumber, mangoes, ginger, lime, plenty drinkables and covered plastic plates filled with chilled diced fruits. She took one out and turned at the cute sales guy with an amazed look in her eye. "How much for this?" "Not much, just two hundred naira." "Why haven't I come in here since you guys opened? I always walk past." "There is always a day-one for everyone." Sammy replied. "We also have an extractor for fresh juice if you like." Chinwe didn't understand. "How do you mean?" "For instance, I could peel any fruit or combination of fruits you like and extract the juice for you. I'll put it in a take-away bottle for you to take home or drink here." "Wow! Lemme see the machine," she requested. Sammy took her to the counter and pointed at the extractor on the other side. Chinwe climbed up a stool. Her skirt rolled up her smooth, shapely inner thighs but she brushed it down. She noticed that he'd been looking out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "How much for a bottle?" "five hundred bucks. We still sell in cups at three hundred bucks." "Wow, you guys must be making money here, cool. You'll make me a cup to sip, and a bottle for later. I'll like lots of pineapple, and maybe paw paw. No apples. Ginger, yes. But let it be faint though." "Will you eat the diced ones now?" Sammy asked. "Yes," "I'll get you a plastic fork then." Sammy went to the other side of the counter. And got to work. Fifteen minutes later, Sammy walked into the shop's make-shift bakery with his cup. He had served the girl and put her order in customer bags. He put the money Chinwe paid him into a drawer that had other monies in them. A monitor was on a desk which connected to the CCTV camera in the shop. He could see the shop through it. He grabbed an apron and tied it around him. A lot of baking equipment were well arronged in the little space used for baking. There were more fresh bread on a shelf. A pan on the work surface had unbaked fish rolls on them. Sammy opened the oven to check on little, heart shaped cookies. Chinwe sipped her juice through her straw on the plastic cup customised for Fresh Garden resources. It had a cover with a hole a straw passed through. The cup was transparent and you could see the color of your juice. She watched the MTV channel showing with interest. The rest of the shop was empty and was probably going to remain that way till the rain went away. The smell of fresh baking got to her eventually. Chinwe dragged her eyes away from the music video she was watching and wondered where he'd disappeared to. He had a very cool way about him that got through to her and the juice was awesome. She felt herself relax. The cold sweetness of the fruit made her head tingle. She got to her feet with her cup and went to look over the counter. There was a door marked STAFF ONLY. The smell of the baking seemed to emanate from there. Someone had good culinary skills and Chinwe was curious. Sammy heard the door creak open behind him and whirled around to see Chinwe at the doorway. She was bare feet and had an astonished look on her face as it took in everything. She was even more breathtaking when her mouth hung open. He could imagine how soft those lips were. He wiped the thought off with a slight shake of his head. She was a paying customer. His brother's rule one: Never frolick with the paying customers. "OH-MY-GOD! A bakery too!" She said when she finally found her voice. Sammy smiled. "Yeah, we make fresh snacks to go with all the refreshments. What do you think?" "It's a splendid idea. I am sure you guys will be running deliveries soon enough." Chinwe replied. The place smelled of food and her cute guy was wearing an apron over his classy clothes. She decided she liked him. "We'll probably need more hands to handle the orders by then. Do you bake?" Chinwe went to stand by the working space. "No, but my younger sister does," she replied. "You should see her, she's twice my size, what with cooking with margarine and eggs all the time. She has to taste them of course." They both laughed. She saw the fish rolls neatly stacked on one of the pans. She would've commented on them but she caught him checking her out. "You look like you work out. Great figure. You should encourage her to join you at the gym. GIGO the calories." "Calories! You sound like a fitness instructor," She said, toying with a stray strand of her hair before tucking it behind her ear. "Next you'll be talking about vitamins and diet and stuff." Sammy laughed. The oven beeped and he went to open it. He took out two pans of cookies and carried them to the smooth work surface, as high as chest level where he placed them. They were still sizzling. Chinwe goes to join him, sipping her juice and admiring the look of his cookies. Cute boy was full of surprising skills. She wondered what else he was good at. She smelled of warm lavender and a blend of wild flowers. Sammy sniffed her scent over the natural smell of baked food but didn't look at her. He carried the tray of fish-rolls into the oven, closed it and concentrated on setting the timer. She was a paying customer. She smelled inviting and somehow, she knew he knew it. She was glad she'd freshened up, even though the rain made her hurry, before leaving. From the sounds of it now, it was cats and dogs outside. Standing next to him, alone in the warm mini-bakery was turning her on. She saw his unfinished cup of Alomo on the side of the table that had the CCTV monitor that clearly showed her vacated seat with her bags around it. Cute boy had been playing peeping Tom on her. Her lips got dry and she darted her tongue to lick them. She hear a muffled grunt, and turned to its source. It was Sammy whose face was turning away from her. He'd been watching her. She cleared her throat. As always, it began with his right big toe curling as the first surge of blood went flying into his dick. He didn't know why, but it always happened when he got aroused at something. He returned to the cookies and took one and gave it to her with a smile. "Becareful, it's hot," he said. "I like hot. The weather is..." She shrugged. A little flirting wasn't bad, was it? "Good point. Still you don't feel cold in your tongue or your gullet. You don't wanna scald those." he said admiring her beautiful, long neck. He took his cookie and nibbled at it without taking his eye of her. He went to take his drink and take a sip. Chinwe bit her cookie, her eyes on him. "What's that ur drinking. Doesn't look like fruit juice to me...too dark." She said, and followed him. She lifted to sit on the table with her ass next to the CCTV monitor. Her skirt rode up half her thighs as she crossed her legs. Sammy felt his boner stiffen a bit more. Any minute now it's be a full erection. The skin of her thighs were smooth and taut. "Sprite," he replied. His voice held no give aways. He still wasn't sure if she was thinking the same thing he was. The way his eyes carressed her legs got her lips throbbing. She could feel them swell in her panties and get moist. Soon they'll be squishy. She liked his eyes. Their intensity when they saw something they liked. He looked up at her and caught her staring at him. She looked away at his cup. "The drink...it's too red to be...sprite." She observed. "Can I take a sip?" She had caught him checking her legs out and had done nothing about it. Sammy shrugged and handed his cup to her with a mischievous, glinting smile. Chinwe cocked her eyebrows at his smile and closed her lips over his straw - the one he'd been sipping with - and sucked. Sammy swallowed as an image of those lips...luscious lips...sucking over his cock flashed before him. He sucked in a quiet breath and bit his lips lightly. She could swear she knew what he was thinking but resisted the urge to smile. This was no longer a Cute-Boy-Meet-Cute-girl flirt. He wanted to fuck her. And she wanted him to. Right here. The mere thought of doing it in a warm, bakery while the first rains were falling torrents outside got her squeezing her legs. She'd never forget something like that in a long while. Especially, if he was half as good as he was handsome. Meanwhile there was some bitter alcohol in Sammy's drink...and faint traces of sprite. "Alomo! I knew it! Alcoholic!" She said smiling and closed her lips around it to take a longer sip. The warmth of the alcohol made her body tingle for touch. Hers...His... She felt his hand graze her left thigh and looked up at him. His gaze was heated with want and it thrilled her she had that effect on him. He'd gotten closer to her that her knees were touching the top of his left thigh. He leaned even closer till their faces were a mere few inches apart. He smelled faintly of Cologne and more like the warm bakery. "Nice combo...two extreme tastes in one." Her voice was almost a whisper, with a slight tremor in her voice. She knew he was going to kiss her now. "What's your name?" He whispered the question. "Why do you ask?" She whispered back. "Because the least I should do before I kiss you... is know your name." She shivered a bit. His face was really close now. "Sylvia," she lied. She didn't know why, but the deed was already done. She was Sylva now. "You?" "Sammy", he replied. He kissed the left corner of her lips lightly and ran his fingers over her thighs. Her skin was so soft. Chinwe's breathing deepened. He loved her hot breath on his right ears. He placed light kisses on a downward path to her neck. Chinwe placed both cups beside her on the table and grabbed his head. Their lips met in a hot, frenzied kiss. It was soft but with intent. Sammy nibbled at her lower lip. Her brain was melting slowly or something akin to that. She felt his tongue intrude and sent hers to meet it before she could think of it. They tongue-wrestled before his retreated. She kissed the corner of his mouth. He twisted his face to capture her mouth in his again. She moaned into the kiss. He broke to stare at her. She smiled at him. He kissed her neck and she exhaled. He stepped in closer, nudging her legs apart. His hands came down to her waist to pull her groin to the edge of the table. A few utensils shook and threatened to fall. His hands touched her thighs and caressed them before looking up to recapture her lips. He pushed her skirt up to her waist till he could see her white panties when he looked down. She kissed him harder. Her hand encircling his head to pull him even closer. Sammy's blood ran hot with the way she kissed. Almost with a sense of desperation. She relaxed when she felt Sammy begin to unbutton her shirt. She looked at him with encouragement as the first went off. Sammy got nervous for a second at her confidence. It enthralled him. He fumbled with the second and she smiled. That got him riled up. "You think that is funny, huh? I'll show you something not funny." Sammy said and took her hand to his belt. She got the idea quick and started working the buckle. She got it open and the zipper down in record time with a coy smile on her face. Sammy managed to keep his face straight and let her proceed. She got into his bossers and felt his eight-and-half inch cock in full mast. Her smile disappeared and her eyes widened. The penis jerked in her soft hands the next instant. Her surprise made way for curiousity. She wanted to see it. For whatever reason, she was being promiscuous that night. They heard the front door slide open and turned to the CCTV. They saw three girls stumble in out of the rain giggling at each other. "Seriously! Arrrrrr!" Chinwe groaned her disappointment squeezing him hard. Sammy groaned. "I'll handle them as quick as I can," he promised. She pouted but still held on to his dick, caressing it till he pulled away, mumbling an apology and kissing her cheek. She pinched his butt and winked at him, grinning. "Who is here?" One of the three girls was calling when Sammy exited the mini bakery door. She was standing at the counter while her two friends were checking out the goods. They were all sales girls at the computer shop at the last floor of the fruit shop's three storey building. He walked to join her at the counter, feeling not one bit as pleasant as the face he wore. "Hi, work is over for today?" "Mhmm! You, you close shop by ten... too bad." The girl at the counter said, looking at him closely. "Too bad for who? Most of our loyal customers are those returning home late from work, too tired to cook anything." Her friends had picked a fat paw-paw and a big, juicy pineapple. They joined her at the counter. "Dice it for us, please," one of them asked. "Hundred naira as usual," Sammy replied gruffily. Dicing the fruits will waste time, and the mood might be gone by the time he finished. Still he went about his job with his smile hung in place. He peeled quick and slashed fast with the fruit knife, wasting fruit as he did but not caring. All he wanted was to be back in Sylvia's arms kissing those soft, tasty lips of hers. He wondered what she was doing, as he put the diced fruits into three disposable plates and covered them up. "Why are you not putting it in a tray?" One of the girls asked. "We never said we were taking it away!" Another chirped in. "But you always take your fruits home!" Sammy said, looking puzzled. "Which day did the routine change?" "Today of all days, right?" asked the first girl to the counter. She had a knowing smile. The others did as well, come to think of it. "You seem to be in a hurry. See how you wasted the fruit while peeling it?" "Hurry to do what?" asked the third girl, almost teasingly. "...to send us way?" Do they know about...? No way. He got out a plastic tray and set about washing it. "Don't worry! We've changed our mind!" the girl who began the argument said. His impatience flashed briefly in his eyes. They noticed and smiled at each other. They were teasing him, he realised now. One even made a show of looking at her wristwatch. "Just put the plates in a bag. I'm late for choir practice." Sammy bit his tongue and put their plates in nylon customer bags. At least they were leaving. He couldn't wait to get back to Sylvia, hoping he hadn't taken too long. But that wasn't to be, for no sooner had they paid him, did the door open and his cousin enter with his girlfriend. Sammy stood on his toes. That was all he could do not to groan out loud. One of the girls snickered. The first to the counter signalled him to come closer, which he did, still puzzled at their behaviours. "Weather for two, right?" She asked. Weather for Two Ch. 02 This a the sequel to the previous story of similar title. Constructive criticism only. Thanks. ***** "When the cold seeps Through your fur And for my loneliness There is no succor We're just two stones And withered leaves Although apart Useless is all we seem Still, when I grind on you Our body heats And leaves no clue That we once were frigid Lying parallel Like forks and knives And yet, together we can't But spark to life..." - John Spurgeon Chinwe stared out of the taxi window, not really seeing anything as the wet scenery flew past. Her mind was a blur of emotions, all stemming from a singular root - Sammy, the cute boy at the fruit shop. She had gone to the shop seeking warmth and shelter from the cold rain. She'd gotten her shelter, but a different kind of warmth had ignited itself deep inside her. He'd felt it too, she was sure. Too bad, they hadn't had enough time to explore that spark. She had taken his number before leaving, promising to call him. She hadn't yet, not even as she was on her way back to the fruit shop. Would he be surprised to see her, Chinwe wondered. Will he be pleased she came back? Or did he already have someone on standby. He's so cute he shouldn't be single, she thought... and with this kind of weather, pairing off was almost a necessity. However, it wasn't for him that she was meeting him, but for her. She'd gone home and rolled from one end of her bed to the other and felt that spark build into an aching emptiness deep inside her, which she needed filled - a longing that steadily grew even more terrible as evening darkened to night, that all thoughts of spending another night alone seemed appalling. The cold winds blowing tonight seemed to be on a mission - to suck off all caution and modesty from her head. Tonight she'd be as carefree and alive as those other girls in her lodge - those slutty chicks she'd taught herself to detest. She'd overheard them talk - Sammy and the customers who'd interrupted their brief sexcapade in the bakery. The shop closed at ten pm. Chinwe looked at her wristwatch - nine-twenty five. She hoped the rain won't make them close earlier than usual today. Sammy was as horny as a day-old initiate at the playboy mansion. He could still feel Sylvia's warm, soft hand on his dick even though it'd been hours...no ages ago. It was still raining outside, and the cold had brought in numerous customers from the nearby school hostel and lodges looking to buy bread or warm snacks and ingredients for tea. Most of them were females arriving in pairs and groups, their exquisite bodies hidden by wooly, over-sized sweaters. Still, that didn't deter Sammy from undressing them with his eyes, wishing he could explore the soft warmth below the padding fabrics. His cousin, Jonah and Kemi, his girlfriend came out of the office where Sammy had found them in the middle of a heavy petting session, to help attend to the customers. Catching Jonah sucking an ebony-colored, soft, succulent orb didn't help Sammy's erection either. One girl bent to pick her money which had fallen out of her pocket. Sammy couldn't help but gape at the perfect onion-shaped booty encased in tight denim trousers, and envy whoever was tapping that tonight. Kemi caught him staring and smirked. He quickly averted his gaze smiling to himself. Booty call... that was the only way to survive this night. Unless Sylvia called him like she promised. There was an aphrodisiac in the air, carried by the windy rain, Sammy was sure. However, closing time was fast approaching, and Sammy was fast losing hope that his phone would ring. It was getting late, and Sylvia hadn't come off as a night person to him. Finally, it was ten o'clock on the dot. Jonah had gone to lock the front entrance. Sammy had buried his nose in the account book, counting proceeds and recording figures when his cousin's voice got his attention. "Sammy... last call...sharp-sharp so we can go." Sammy looked up and froze, then felt his body relax. He almost sighed in relief. She smiled at him as he approached, and the rest of the occupants of the shop ceased to exist. She was wearing a thin sweater with a hoodie, blue denim skirts that reached her knees and a pair of black sandals on her feet. She held an umbrella in one hand and a purse in the other. She wasn't going to win any beauty contests, but her aura alone made him desire her so bad. And it wasn't the aphrodisiac in the cold wind blowing outside, Sammy was sure. His pheromones had cross-pollinated with hers already. Her smile alone was enough to turn his wood into a rock. God! He's so handsome, Chinwe thought as she walked up to the counter. "Hi!" He said in a gentle voice he didn't recognize. She smelled god-awesome. "Hi!" She replied. He was pleased to see her. Surprised too. The knowledge thrilled her. The thrill converted to something different within her...a primal urge to... she shook the thought out of her head and stretched to take his hand which was on the counter but stopped herself. Her cotton panties had gotten moist from thinking of him on the drive over. Seeing him was a different ball game. Soon she'd they'd be soaked and her want will coat the middle of her thighs. A wet spot on her skirt wouldn't do. Jonah cleared his throat. Sammy and Chinwe turned to see him standing at a corner with Kemi beside him. "I think we'd let you close up tonight. Kemi is tired. I'll see the account books tomorrow." Chinwe looked away to hide the grateful blush creeping up her face, and missed the knowing smirk that appeared on Kemi's face. Tomorrow is Sunday, thought Sammy, but he didn't care to mention that. He struggled to keep his expression straight. "Just help me with the mops outside, please," he requested, and returned his attention to Chinwe when they agreed. "Have you sold all the cookies?" Chinwe asked, sitting on one of the counter stools. Sammy nodded. "All the snacks are finished...but I saved some pies for myself. Would you like?" "Yes." Sammy left for the adjourning door that led into the bakery. Chinwe would've followed suit, if Jonah and Kemi weren't both still bringing in the goods hung outside. Sammy returned with a plate containing two pies. He got a sachet of serving papers from one of the drawers and walked around the counter to place the items beside her. "Milk or yoghurt?" Sammy asked. "Yoghurt. Nothing from the fridge though." Sammy went to a shelf to get a bottle of yoghurt off a rack. Jonah and Kemi brought in the last of the goods sampled outside, wished them both goodnight and left. Sammy locked the front entrance after them. He returned to the counter with the yoghurt which he opened with his teeth and handed to her. Chinwe had already started with one pie. He took the second one with his bare fingers and bit in while he watched her take a swig of yoghurt. He pulled a counter stool and sat so close to her their knees were touching. "You said you'd call," Sammy began, "You showed up instead. I never expected you to show up." "Why? Is your girlfriend showing up?" Sammy was surprised but chuckled. "I thought she already did?" Chinwe smiled at that. "You assume too much," she said. "Well, that would make two of us." They were both smiling and eating their pies, never breaking eye contact. She finished her pie and took a large gulp of yoghurt to wash it down. She passed him the bottle still half-filled with yoghurt and dabbed at the corner of her lips with the paper serviette. Sammy dropped a quarter of his pie on the plate. "This better remind me how sweet your lips taste," he said. He raised the yoghurt bottle to his lips and swallowed gulp after gulp till the bottle was empty. He lowered the bottle to find Chinwe grinning at him. His breath caught in his nostrils and they flared like a horse's sniffing an apple. "Well?" Chinwe asked. "As sweet as I remember." "The yoghurt, right?" She giggled. Sammy placed both hands on her denim covered laps and leaned towards her. "You know there is only one way to find out?" She met him halfway. Or rather, her lips met his, meshed and savored his taste. It was a short kiss. "Definitely yoghurt!" She mentioned with a smile when he pulled back. Sammy laughed. "Are you sure? I tasted something different..." "Yeah? Let's try it again." They leaned into each other again. This time, Chinwe put an arm aaround his neck to stop him from moving away again. Sammy slid off his stool to get even closer to her, deepening the kiss. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue and met it with hers. She sucked on his tongue. Her breathing became heavy. Her eyes closed as she savored the pleasure coursing through her. The heat was up a notch warming her skin. She wanted to be touched. She felt her nipples harden. She wanted them touched...kneaded...sucked. She moaned into the kiss grabbing the hem of his sweater with her free hand, lifting the thick clothing and slipping her fingers underneath to touch his hard, hairy abdomen. Chinwe ran her flat palm upward, feeling his hard body...reeling with feeling. She gasped when his teeth enclosed her lower lip and tugged. She slid off her stool and pressed herself to him. "Touch me," she whispered fiercely, "love me, Sammy." Sammy's put his arms around her waist crush her to him. His left hand squeezed an arse cheek while the right came up to grab a hand-filling breast and knead it. Chinwe ground herself on him. He released her, grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it up to her chest. Sammy felt the clothes underneath and broke the kiss to look. She wore a pink yoga tank top that was tucked into her skirt. He looked at her - lips wet from their kisses, breathing heavily, face flushed, and with a hunger in her eyes. Both his big toes were digging into his shoes, he realized. He urged her hands up, took the sweater up over her head when she did and placed them on the counter. They were sheer a low-support bra and a trippled crossed strappy back. He could see down her cleavage at her firm-looking breasts. He tugged the hem of the tank top out of her skirt and pulled it over her head. Her breasts hung freely, higher on her chest without a hint of sag in them. They were almost C cups, not as big as she would've loved them to be in that moment. She arched her back to jut them out some more. The cold air had made the stiff nipples stiffen some more, but none of that prepared her for how pebbly they got when his hands cupped both breasts and his thumbs rubbed over them. "Perfect!" Sammy muttered. "Your body is so perfect, Sylvia." I'm not Sylvia, she would've said, but his hands were doing wonderful things at her chests and his words... He thinks I'm perfect. I think I should tell him I lied. A perfect liar...that's what I am. His next kiss blotted out the thoughts in her head. she sighed as he kissed down her neck trailing them down to her chest. She waited. The anticipation...she gasped when finally his warm mouth covered one areola and sucked. She stood on tip toe, grabbed his head and pressed herself into him. Pleasure was like shooting stars firing all over her brain. Her panties were soaked through and through and she could feel her moistness drip down her inner thighs. She squeezed them and felt her pussy squelch. "Ohh!" Chinwe whispered when he latched on to the other tit to give it a similar doze of good loving. His thumb and fore finger pinched and pulled the tongue-wet nipple while he sucked on the other one. Chinwe kissed the top of his head and held on to his shoulders while rubbing her groin to his. She grabbed his head when he lifted off her breast and brought his head up to kiss him. He tasted the hunger in her kiss, while he kneaded her breasts. When the kiss ended, the look in her eye confirmed it. He shook his head. "Not here," he said, "come with me." He took her hand and led her to make-shift office. Her boobs swayed as she followed him into the office. It was small, one part wall, three part aluminum frame and opaque glass. There was a couch beside the door. There was also an office desk, a swivel chair behind it and two leather client chairs in front of it. Sammy pushed her gently to sit on the couch. He took off his sweater and then his polo to expose his hard, lean body. Chinwe leaned forward to run her hands over the taut muscles of his fit body, placing soft kisses on his abdomen. She reached for his belt to unbuckle it and pull his pants down. His briefs had a very prominent bulge. She ran her hand over it, caressing it through the fabric. She pulled it down, exposing his turgid cock and hairy crotch. She hadn't been with too many guys, but his cock was big... at least seven inches and fat too that it filled her hand when she grabbed him. The smell of perspiration turned her on. She grabbed his ass with her free hand, squeezing as she pulled him closer to her face. Her breath on Sammy's dick made it jerk in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled at his stare. She kissed the tip and tasted salty pre-cum. She licked the underside and smiled when his eyes closed. He grabbed the back of her head but didn't pressure her onto his dick. She ran her lips along the length of it, up and down, and up again, savoring the thickness and hardness of it, and imagining how it would feel deep inside her. She lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked while stroking the length of it. He sighed and grunted, then gasped as she took more of him into her mouth and choked on it. Her mouth was wet and warm and tight, and it took all his control not to hold her head in place and fuck her cute face. She took him even deeper till he hit the back her throat before she pulled back. Sammy reached down to grab one breast and squeezed it as she bobbed her head up and down the length of him, sucking and licking the underside of his penis alternately. He'd had so many great blowjobs but couldn't think of one in that moment. The pleasure in his head had switched off his thinking faculties, all he could do was feel. He groaned in disappointment when she popped him out of her mouth. "What?" Chinwe asked, licking a string of pre-cum. "You want me to suck you all night?" She sucked the head into her mouth and popped it out. "I've got other uses for this dick. I want it inside me." It jerked in her hand and she grinned. "I guess he approves of that," Sammy said smiling. Chinwe leaned back, pulling her skirt up as she did and baring her thighs to him. "I've been wet all night Sammy. Don't keep me waiting," she said bunching her skirt to her waist and sliding her panties down. Sammy stifled a groan at the sight of her shaved crotch. He bent to pull his trouser and brief off his feet and knelt in between her legs. The smell of her juices was in the air and his dick felt like steel. Her pink lips were open like a flower and her clit was prominent. Juices were smeared over her inner thighs close to her junction box. He ran his fingers over her sex and tickled her clit. She whimpered. The heat from it alone...like it was a blazing furnace within. "Stop teasing and fuck me Sammy." She whispered reaching to grab his granite cock and squeeze it. "Come on, baby. There'll be time to play later. I want it." Sammy smiled at the promise of another round, but she made a face at him. He spread her chocolate, smooth thighs and knelt on the edge of the couch between them. She grabbed her penis and lined the tip with her entrance. She whimpered again. Her pussy was like a capped box of molten magma waiting to explode. She wanted her release. She begged for it with her eyes and squirmed for it with her hips. She whimpered again when he slid about a couple inches into her slick tunnel and stopped. She slapped his thighs to urge him on and he laughed. "Take me," she begged, rotating her hips to grind her clit on the little length she had inside her. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back and pulled him in with the strong muscles of her thighs. Three more inches got in. She gasped. Almost... she was almost there. But almost never killed a bird, definitely not this one. She looked at him and would have laughed if she wasn't so lost in her own wonderland. Sammy's eyes were closed and his teeth so gritted, anymore he'd hurt his jaw. Her pussy was so tight and scalding, sucking for his cum with each heated pulse. It took more than all the how-to guidelines in the karma sutra to keep from shooting his load in that moment. He wondered if vapor was escaping at the place they were joined. No way. It was a snug fit, like a sword in the sheath the blacksmiths made for it. He pulled out till just the tip of his cock was inside, then opened them to look her in the eyes. "How can someone so cute be so annoying?" she asked him. "Sorry baby...i just needed a minute...to get a hold of myself." Chinwe smirked when she realized what he meant. "So, have you - gotten a hold of yourself?" Sammy nodded. She put an arm around her neck to pull him closer. "Then take me...take me Sammy. Take me and make me your woman tonight." She whispered over his lips before kissing him wantonly. Sammy drove his cock to the hilt into her hot, slick crevice. Chinwe moaned into the kiss. He pulled back to the tip and drove in again. He joined her moan this time and picked up speed like a leister generator pulled off choke. "Yes...that's it baby, right there," Chinwe cried when he started rutting into her like a bunny in heat. "Is this what you want, huh?" Sammy growled lost in his frenzied pace. "Uh-huh! Oh shit! Yes baby!" Chinwe cried in rhythm as Sammy's slammed into her even harder again and again and again, grunting each time he dug into that slick hole. She could feel her juices leak down her perineum and his balls spattered it with each slam. Smack! Smack! Smack! Their crotches hit each other. It was like music to her ears. Each movement inside her hit her spot so good she could feel the rapture coming. She mewed when he kissed her neck and sucked on a boob while squeezing the other one as he rammed into her. The lava was rising. She clung to him with each quick successive plunge, her sandaled heels digging in as her strong leg muscles pulled him in and reduced the length going out with each withdrawal. That way, she kept the fuck hard and deep, sliding past her g-spot with each movement. Sammy kept going. Her lava kept rising. He never left her boobs alone. Boobs guy, definitely. He was either sucking on them, or kneading them, or pinching her nipples. He even slapped them as they jiggled to their movement. In all, only two things remained constant. Sammy kept pounding her, and her lava kept rising. Sammy felt her pussy begin to clench tighter and she started muttering incoherently. Sammy realized she was about to come. His own orgasm wasn't far behind. He slowed down a bit to pry her legs from around his waist and folded her into two, holding her legs together till her knees were touching her breasts. Her pussy got even tighter, that he wasn't sure he would have moved if she wasn't so lubricated. He resumed ramming into her juicy box from this new angle, her pussy sucking the life from his cock. But he was past caring. He banged into her with reckless abandon, seeking his own pleasure and knowing she would cum any moment now he was sure. Only he wasn't prepared for it when it happened...or how it happened. He had just spread her legs apart but still held them over her head and was giving her all he was worth. She suddenly stilled and her eyes screwed shut. Her thighs started trembling. Her hips jerked off the couch as she starts howling. "Holy shit! Holy...! Oh fuck me! Don't you dare stop, baby! I'm cuuummmmiiiinnnnggg..." her juice box started spasming so recklessly, he started dumping his load in her cunt before he realized it. He grunted with each spurt while she jerked like a bronco, trying to throw him off her and howling like a banshee bitch. He was still dumping his load when she stopped howling and she whimpered with each shot deep inside her. Her pussy worked him like she owned him, sucking it all out of him till there was no more. She was still muttering curses under her breath as her hot quim still quivered with aftershocks of pleasure. Weather for Two Ch. 02 Sammy released her legs and she wrapped them around him, urging him up to him. Their kiss was as passionate as ever. Sammy pulled out of her and rolled to his side. Chinwe could feel the mixture of their juices rolling down to her ass and began to pool on the couch beneath her. "I need some tissue papers, or you'd explain to your boss the stains I am leaving on his office couch." Chinwe said when she'd caught her breath. When Sammy returned, he insisted on cleaning her up himself. She gave him gooey eyes while did. He cleaned the couch the next, then sat next to her and kissed her. "Look how calm and beautiful you look. A stranger would never guess you had a filthy mouth on you." Chinwe covered her face with her hands, hiding her blush. She freed her eyes when she felt his hand massage her boobs. He leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed him back. Sammy broke the kiss. "So, where do we adjourn to? Your place or mine." Chinwe felt the ache begin again at the thought of an encore and smiled. "Mine would do," she replied. "That's, as soon as I can find the strength to move my legs. Till then, just hold me and kiss me. I have a cab guy we can call, so don't worry about the time." Sammy leaned in to join his lips to hers, only too happy to oblige. Weather for Two Huh? Sammy frowned in confusion. "You have lipstick on your left cheek, and your zipper is down," she said with that I-know-what-you've-been-doing smile. "I can smell her on you." Sammy drew back, his eyes the size of saucers as he watched them leave, talking among themselves. One of them gave him one last look, and exited sniggering. Sammy felt for his trouser zipper. True enough, they were down. He zipped up. The best he could hope for now was to get her number and smuggle her out via the back. "How is sales?" His cousin's favorite greeting sucked today.