LOVE, LUST & MONEY: 4girls, 4boys, 1weekend-11

He held my hand until we heard,
‘Ping’, the door landed on the twentieth floor and the door opened.
He stood up and drew me along with him. I took my pants from the floor, put it in my purse and stumbled after him. He opened his office door with his card and we went in. I cleared my throat and asked him,
‘Gbh-gbh, please where’s the restroom’. ‘Come, I’ll show you’.
I took his extended hand and he led me to the toilet. We both cleaned up as best as we could and went back to his office. He picked some files from the table and said,
‘Let’s go home babe’. He came around his table, drew me up from the chair, pecked me and circled my waist with his right hand while he carried the files in his left hand, we walked out, side by side. In the elevator, I tried to rearrange my hair and clothe when it occurred to me that the elevator might have a camera. I turned blue as I panicked. He noticed immediately and asked what was wrong. ‘Camera’, I said pointing at the top right angle of the elevator.
‘Fear not, this is an executive elevator, the camera is controlled from within, I switched it off when we got in’, he said smiling at me. ‘Were you scared we might have given Mr Kola some views?’ He asked,
‘Yes’, I replied. He moved closer to me, drew me into his arms and kissed my forehead.
‘I can never do that to my girlfriend’, he said. There is that word again ‘girlfriend’. I wonder why I my heart jumps every time he calls me his girlfriend.

I wrapped my hands around his waist and I closed my lips on his lips and kissed him softly. He crushed me tighter to his body and we kissed and kissed. We went tongue, lips and teeth. It was the most gentle kiss I’ve ever given or received. It was not of passion or lust, it was of reassurance, friendship, kindness. I felt adored and protected.
‘Ping’, the elevator landed on the grand floor and opened.
We stopped kissing slowly. He didn’t release me immediately. He looked into my eyes as if searching for something in my soul. He sighed and hug me before we walked out of the elevator hand in hand. Mr Kola was by the door to open it for us.
‘Oga, good night, nice meeting you madam’, ‘Nice meeting you too Mr kola’, I smiled back my greetings.
‘See you on Monday Mr Kola’, said Habib.
We walked hand in hand to where he parked his car earlier. He opened the passenger side for me and closed the door after I sat down. I watched as he walked around the car to the drivers side. He climbed into the car, started the engine and clicked his seat belt into place as I clicked mine too. He smiled that his enchanting smile and I couldn’t help but bent over to give him a peck.
‘Home is just ten minutes away, should we go somewhere to hang out first or you wanna go home?’, he asked me.
It was at this period I yawned I tried to stiffen it but it decided to come out,
‘Ouuhghhh’, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand.
‘Let’s go home, I’m a bit tired’, I replied, ‘I was hoping you did say that, I’m tired myself’.

We drove to his home discussing him and his work. He got to a gate and horned, the gate man came to open the gate, he drove in. We got down and he helped me with my luggages.
‘Welcome to my humble abode’, he said as I set my foot into his house. I looked around, sighed and said,
‘There’s nothing humble about this house! It’s flamboyant, breathtaking and beautiful.’
‘Wow, you just made me fall more in love with my home! Come on, let’s drop you bags in the bedroom so I can show you around’.
We climbed a spiral staircase that gave you a view of the sitting room. I’ve always heard about ‘master bedroom’ but this is the first time I’ll be in one! This room was to spacious and the bed was so big. The room was so neat and well arranged. It was like he knew I had a weakness for neat men.
‘Your house keeper is doing a great job because I know you are not the one cleaning this house’, I said and he laughed into my face.
‘Let me show you around so you won’t get lost’, he told me. He showed me the whole house and it was bigger than I thought or than it looked. By the time we got back to the bedroom I was really tired.
‘Do you want anything to drink?’, ‘Yes please, water’. I went into the bathroom, I stripped myself of my clothe and got into the shower. I soaped myself and started bathing. I rinsed my soapy face and the first thing I saw was Habib standing by the doorway looking at me.

I pretended as if I didn’t see him and started to bath erotically.
‘Hmmm, tempting’, he said as he walked towards the enclosed shower.
He opened the shower door and kept staring at me, I kept on bathing. I bent low to my midriff, washing my legs. I heard movement from behind, like he was getting ride of his clothes, I didn’t look but I stood up from my tempting position still backing him. I sensed his body heat before I felt his hand touched my back. He took the sponge from and and started scrubbing my back gentle. While he was bathing me, we had the most serious conversation of a bathroom.
‘Sandra, I’m a playboy’, he said and my heart broke.
He turned me around to face him, I looked at my feet unable to meet his gaze. Usually I wouldn’t care because I’m a player myself and I don’t fall in love, so, why am I feeling hurt?
‘I’m telling you this because you are special’, he said and my face shot up.
‘Yes Sandra, you are special. No girl has ever entered my office, they always wait at the reception. Very few of them knows my house but none have stepped into this room, it has always been the the guest room. I’ve never been compelled to get into the shower with any girl, unless I want to fluck her but you, you Sandra, you I want to take everywhere. I’m in this shower with you but all I’m doing is bathing you’.
He dropped the sponge and turn the water faucet on. He drew my under the water not minding my hair. I didn’t mind myself, isn’t that why I spend so much money on “Brazilian hair”.

He parted the hair away from my face and cuddle my face between his hands. The water washed away the soap on my body, still we held each other gaze. He drew my face nearer and kissed my forehead. He hugged me and came under the shower with me. We were in this intimate position for over five minutes until I became cold. I shivered against him, he closed the water faucet. We stepped out of the shower and he told me to wait. I went to his room and came back with three towels. He wrapped one around his waist, wrapped one around me and the last one around my head. We went into his room hand in hand. I saw immediately that his bedside table has been lighted with two candles and a bottle of white wine was on the table. I looked up at him, our gaze locked and we both smiled. I sat on a chair and he sat opposite me. The A.C in is room was getting to my bones so I told him. He went into his walk-in wardrobe and came back with a white, soft, fur robe, a hair brush, weave-on serum and a handheld hair drier. I took the robe from him and slowly dropped the towel to my feet. I made an erotic show of putting the robe on. I tied it loosely around me, making sure a great deal on my blreast was showing. I sat down and looked up at him, my face in a sexy expression.
‘Par, par, par’, he clapped and said,
‘What a show. I surely enjoyed it. Now if you are done tempting me, may I dry your hair?’ I unwrapped the towel around my head and he got behind me. He plugged the drier an started drying my hair like an expect.

‘Why don’t you pour some wine for yourself and enjoy my hairdressing services’. I did as he suggested and pour myself some wine. I watched the T.V as he dried my hair but my mind drifted to other things. I was in deep thoughts. What’s going on Sandra? Are you going soft? Is it because the guy had said sweet words to you or is it because he’s dring your hair? Sandy baby! Eooo, you don enter one chance!
‘A penny for your thoughts’, I heard and I snapped out of my trance.
He came and sat opposite me and pour some wine for himself too. I touched my hair and it was completely dried, from root to tip. I smiled and said,
‘Can I ask you something?’,
‘Yes please do’, he replied.
‘How come you have all this female things at home, most importantly, how do you know how to dry my hair?’ I asked and my heart began to beat faster. What if the response was something I don’t wish to know or hear.
‘I would be lying to you if I say I haven’t done this before but it’s not to another girl. I’ve a baby sister who’s so troublesome but whom I love pieces, she’s mostly here with me when she’s on holiday. She taught me forcefully how to dry her hair after she might have gone swimming without a shower cap. I just grow to enjoy drying her hair, at least I get to listen to juicy gossips’.
It wasn’t until he stopped talking did I know I held my breath. I breathed a sign of relief. We talked more about his sister whom it was obvious he loves and she adored him. Mariam was her name. I told him a bit about my family too, which I must say I don’t do!

‘Let’s hit the bed baby, I’m tired’, Habib told me, extending his hand to me.
‘Ok, but let me brush my teeth first’, I said.
He looked at me quizzically and asked, ‘Do you brush every night?’,
‘Yes’, I replied.
‘As a matter of fact, I’ll like you to brush your teeth too. It’s not that your mouth smells but can you imagine how fresh your breath will be in the morning if you brush your teeth at night? I like to kiss, but only if the breath is clean’, I said and winked at him.
‘Hmmm, so you won’t kiss me if I don’t brush?’, he asked. I shook my head.
‘Ok oo, anything for you babe’, he said and started brushing his teeth.
We watched each other in the mirror as we brushed. It was a very intimate experience. He brought his face close to my nose and breathed in my face,
‘Clean enough for your highness?’ He asked and I kissed his teeth, ran my tongue across his teeth and kissed his lips.
‘Hmmm, I think that answers my question!’.
After we brushed our teeth I told him to go ahead that I wanted to ease myself. He left me alone. The truth is that I was wet from just watching him in the mirror, I need to clean up and get rid of the wetness between my thighs. I sat on the closet and cleaned my honeypot with water, I dried it with a soft towel. I dipped my hand in my honeypot, it was dry, I took the finger to my nose, it smell good, I then put it in my mouth, I sucked on it, it tasted good. I got rid of my robe and towel around my head. I combed my hair and walked into the bedroom nak3d.

He was on the phone talking when I entered,
‘Your wahala too much, you too like money, I go…’, he stopped talking as I walked in.
I was nak3d except for the gold waist-chain around my tiny waist. I stood there at the bathroom entrance, just some few meters into the dark bedroom. The light from the bathroom silhouetted my frame, even I knew I was sexy and captivating. He said in hoarse voice into the phone,
‘Sis, I’m here, but please let me call you tomorrow, I need to go’, he said and dropped his phone.
We didn’t take each others eyes off each other. I walked to the bedside and smiled at him. Without taking his eyes off me or saying anything, he raised up the duvet, and I climbed into bed beside him.

Written by olatorera
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