2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Height of Pleasure

Following Friday after my encounter with Pat, it was early in the evening and I sat at the back of a cab on my way to visit my friend Kibams. Then at Ojuelegba bus-stop, the river stopped to pick a passenger. I looked at the man that joined me at the back seat and I was hit by an overwhelming desire to possess him. My eyes fastened on him with an admiration that I could not conceal.

He was handsome, there was no quarreling with that, few men would have been the recipients of the kind of female adulation I was sure would be showered on him. His face, thought rough-hewn and rugged craggy and raw-boned, it had a virility and strength, and was webbed around the eyes with faint tell-tale lines of experience which are the real evidence of a life well-lived and to the fullest.

          “Hello,” he greeted me with bewitching smile.

          “Hello,” I replied. His smile melted my heart.

          Soon I found he was to get down from the cab before me. After he had told the cab driver where he would drop off, he turned to me.

          “Why don’t you come down with me?” he said, releasing one of those captivating smiles again. He clapped his hands protectively over mine.

          As the cab pulled to a halt and he opened the door to get out, I followed him, and he paid our fares. I went behind him through two or twice streets. Whether I went willingly or not, I could not say. He just kept on walking and was glancing over his shoulders to ensure I was following. I was.

          He led me into small flat in a very big building and into a bed room that had a big bed draped with crisp white sheets.

          “What’s your name?” he asked, tilting my chin upward.

          “Pamela, and what about you?”   The followed small talks about what we both did and life in general. We both knew what we wanted from each other and that such talks were unnecessary. The sexual chemistry working between us was peaking.

          “Undress,” he commanded suddenly.

          I could not help myself. I wanted to do as he wished and my body was already warming up to the anticipated erotic trip. With the speed of a sneeze I had removed all my articles of clothing. He looked me up and down with a hungry gleam in his eyes. He stepped towards me and cupped my breast with his hands. He squeezed each nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I gasped in pain, then quickly soothed my heated flesh with cold caresses.

          His hand slid down my stomach until it reached my most intimate place I parted my thighs, pressing myself against his palm. One finger slipped between my labia and I felt an incredible fire burn between my legs. I could see it flames in his eyes.

          I knelt down before him and encircled the base of his cock with my hand and put my lips around the tip slowly I took his entire length in my mouth. I began to suck up and down his shaft, ticking him with the tip of my tongue. As I got faster I could feel his cock throbbing. It was massive eager and hungry in its full state.

          He bent, picked me up by the waist and laid me on the bed spread my legs in an unmistakable invitation. It was one he did not refuse. He knelt over me with his lip nudging my lips. I gasped as his hardness slipped into my warm juicy inside.

          I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him deeper into me. The sensation was exciting as he slammed into me relentlessly. I screamed, howled and yelled with ecstasy. My hips were gyrating attempting to match the rhythmic movement of his arse as his fire-power increased with an amazing force. He was so excited that I failed to noticed that he was about to come. I was too far gone in my own organs to notice he’d come. But he kept thrusting and to my delight his erection began to revive. With renewed vigor, he drove into me again. He moved in and out of my again with the drive of an avenging force. Soon he climaxed again and he collapsed on me, spent burying his face in the warm perfumed sweat between my breasts.

          He gave me N20k when I was leaving. It was the poorest pay I had ever received in recent times. But I accepted it gratefully. I never bargained with him. Even if he had given me nothing, I would still have been grateful for him for taking me to such a giddy height of sexual pleasure.

Following Friday after my encounter with Pat, it was early in the evening and I sat at the back of a cab on my way to visit my friend Kibams. Then at Ojuelegba bus-stop, the river stopped to pick a passenger. I looked at the man that joined me at the back seat and I was hit by an overwhelming desire to possess him. My eyes fastened on him with an admiration that I could not conceal.

He was handsome, there was no quarreling with that, few men would have been the recipients of the kind of female adulation I was sure would be showered on him. His face, thought rough-hewn and rugged craggy and raw-boned, it had a virility and strength, and was webbed around the eyes with faint tell-tale lines of experience which are the real evidence of a life well-lived and to the fullest.

          “Hello,” he greeted me with bewitching smile.

          “Hello,” I replied. His smile melted my heart.

          Soon I found he was to get down from the cab before me. After he had told the cab driver where he would drop off, he turned to me.

          “Why don’t you come down with me?” he said, releasing one of those captivating smiles again. He clapped his hands protectively over mine.

          As the cab pulled to a halt and he opened the door to get out, I followed him, and he paid our fares. I went behind him through two or twice streets. Whether I went willingly or not, I could not say. He just kept on walking and was glancing over his shoulders to ensure I was following. I was.

          He led me into small flat in a very big building and into a bed room that had a big bed draped with crisp white sheets.

          “What’s your name?” he asked, tilting my chin upward.

          “Pamela, and what about you?”   The followed small talks about what we both did and life in general. We both knew what we wanted from each other and that such talks were unnecessary. The sexual chemistry working between us was peaking.

          “Undress,” he commanded suddenly.

          I could not help myself. I wanted to do as he wished and my body was already warming up to the anticipated erotic trip. With the speed of a sneeze I had removed all my articles of clothing. He looked me up and down with a hungry gleam in his eyes. He stepped towards me and cupped my breast with his hands. He squeezed each nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I gasped in pain, then quickly soothed my heated flesh with cold caresses.

          His hand slid down my stomach until it reached my most intimate place I parted my thighs, pressing myself against his palm. One finger slipped between my labia and I felt an incredible fire burn between my legs. I could see it flames in his eyes.

          I knelt down before him and encircled the base of his cock with my hand and put my lips around the tip slowly I took his entire length in my mouth. I began to suck up and down his shaft, ticking him with the tip of my tongue. As I got faster I could feel his cock throbbing. It was massive eager and hungry in its full state.

          He bent, picked me up by the waist and laid me on the bed spread my legs in an unmistakable invitation. It was one he did not refuse. He knelt over me with his lip nudging my lips. I gasped as his hardness slipped into my warm juicy inside.

          I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him deeper into me. The sensation was exciting as he slammed into me relentlessly. I screamed, howled and yelled with ecstasy. My hips were gyrating attempting to match the rhythmic movement of his arse as his fire-power increased with an amazing force. He was so excited that I failed to noticed that he was about to come. I was too far gone in my own organs to notice he’d come. But he kept thrusting and to my delight his erection began to revive. With renewed vigor, he drove into me again. He moved in and out of my again with the drive of an avenging force. Soon he climaxed again and he collapsed on me, spent burying his face in the warm perfumed sweat between my breasts.

          He gave me N20k when I was leaving. It was the poorest pay I had ever received in recent times. But I accepted it gratefully. I never bargained with him. Even if he had given me nothing, I would still have been grateful for him for taking me to such a giddy height of sexual pleasure.