My delicious landlady episode 5
My DELICIOUS LANDLADY EPISODE 5
She was startled to see me coming from their front door at first, then she recognized me and smiled. I smiled back at her and asked about her madam.
“ah…! Madam travelled to Abuja yesterday oh.” She replied. “She will be there for another two weeks.”
“ehen…. Hope no problem sha?” I asked.
“I think she went for some business.” She told me.
I still wasn’t satisfied but I didn’t want to probe further lest I raise any suspicions.
“I hærdly see u around,” the house girl said. “How are you coping?” she asked. “Do you cook for yourself or you eat out?”
“I cook if I’m chanced,” I replied
“Ok oh,” she said turning her back to me and walking away, “let me know if you need anything.”
“No wahala,” I replied walking towards my apartment.
“As madam no dey, I fit give you some service, Abi?” she shot back
I froze as the several possible meanings in what she had just said sank in but I just said, “no problem, don’t stress yourself on my account.”
When I got back to my room I decided to take my clothe s to a drycleaner. As i was sorting out my suits and emptying the pockets, a note fell out. I picked it up and saw that it was a phone number. Suddenly, I remembered that Bimbo had slipped something into my pocket after our short wild Bleep. I decided there was no harm in calling her.
I was engrossed doing a few things that I put of calling bimbo until much later in the evening. It was around 7pm when I picked up my fone to call her. It rang thrice before she picked it up.
‘hello, sweet girl’ I cooed, ‘how is it going’
But it was a man’s voice that replied, ‘who is this?’
I was taken aback but quickly composed myself and asked, ‘who am I speaking with please? I’d like to speak with bola please’
‘I am mr. bugun,’ he replied. ‘you want to speak with bola or bimbo?’ he asked
‘Bola! I want to speak with bola,’ I stonewalled.
‘sorry, wrong number,’ he said and abruptly cut the connection.
‘Wheeew!!’ I whistled with relief. I didn’t know what just happened but I knew I had just dodged a bullet. Who was that?! Her husband or boyfriend, or neighbor? He had sounded dark and threatening like a man who suspects his partner of doing some cheating. All the same, relief or not I felt really disappointed. I already had a halfway Attention just from the thought of hooking up with Bimbo again and now I couldn’t for the life of me imagine how I was going to get some action this weekend. There was just no way I was going to call that number again. I wasn’t about to get killed over a woman. There was no power and It was getting hot in,side the room so I went outside to put on my small generator. Not long after I came in, I heard a knock on my window. I pulled back the blinds and looked out to see Madam Janet’s house girl.
‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Is there any problem?’
‘Noo..No problem sir,’ she replied. ‘I wanted to know if you’ve eaten.’
‘I told not to worry about me,’ I said. ‘I haven’t eaten but I will take something soon.’
‘I make too much food and I don’t want to throw it away,’ she said, looking at me expectantly.
‘Ok, give me some,’ I said after a few seconds. ‘but next time don’t bother about me oh.’
‘let me go and serve it,’ she replied and left.
After about 25 mins there was a knock on the door. ‘come in,’ I said.
She carried the food in on a tray and stood by the door waiting. I had not yet furnished my living room so I did everything in my bedroom. I saw her hesitating so I called her to bring it to the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed when she came in. She had a wrapper tied around her wa-ist and was wearing a tight t-shirt that was too short to cover her belly button. I also was uncomfortably aware of the Tips on her medium perky bosoms straining against the shirt and realized she had no b-ra on. I quickly asked her to get a small plastic stool from the corner a place the tray on it.
She turned around and placed the tray on the reading table, then went to get the stool. I couldn’t help but notice her sizable ikebe rolling up and down as she walked and when she bent over to pick up the stool, the wrapper rode up a little revealing a little of the back and in,sides of her knees and thighs. They were lush and heavy, compared with her slimmer upper body. A vision of my body lodged between those thick juicy laps came unbidden to my thoughts and I noticed with some consternation that I felt some fullness between my legs. I was wearing only boxers and I hoped that she wouldn’t see my growing Attention. I opened my legs a little w¡der to stretch the boxers material and hide my disobedient d–k, as she placed the stool in front of me. She now got the tray and stooped to place it on the stool. That’s when it happened. As she bent, her un-b-ra-ed bosoms were directly infront of me – Tips and all. It was just too much to take. My joystick went full length and rock hærd without warning, straining against my futile attempts to hide it under my stretched boxers. I dared not look down for fear of what I would see. As she got up and glanced at my face, I noticed that her eyes had become a little unfocussed and she now looked away and around with some uncertainty and confusion. I now realized that she had seen my turgid schlong. But she simply stood there, looking away from me and asked;
“you need anything else?”
“no, thanks,” I replied carefully. “you’ve done too much already, I really appreciate this.”
‘ok ooh… ‘ she said, beginning to walk out of the bedroom. ‘even if you need another thing I know you won’t ask…’. ‘I will come back later for the plates.’I just sat there for a few seconds shaking my head in wonder. What exactly did she mean by that? Was she teasing me, or was that an invitation? I had to be really careful with this one. I didn’t want to end up getting thrown out of my apartment before I had even settled in properly. I heard my front door close and I roused myself and began to eat. It was really tasty and I had to admit she was a good cook. Halfway through the meal I got up and changed into a tighter pair of p-nts. I didn’t want her to embarrass me again when she came for the plates. She didn’t return that night, so the next morning I washed them and left them at my front door for her to pick up as I had to leave very early and would return late at night. When I returned that night, I was so tired I just wanted to drop into my bed and sleep but had taken only a late breakfast all day and was very hungry.
After undressing I switched off the lights and dropped into bed when I heard someone knocking on my door. It was almost ten pm. I went to open the door and there was madam Janet’s house girl standing there with a tray. I just stood there for a few seconds looking at her and feeling the fog in my brain thickening with exhaustion.
“I made dinner for you,” she said simply.
I sheepishly stood aside and let her pass with the tray. I looked around to make sure none of the neighbors was observing and closed the door. By the time I got to the bedroom she had already set the tray on the plastic stool and was sitting at the edge of the table. I was so hungry and the aroma from the food was so good that I simply smiled my thanks at her and started to eat. After a while she started to ask about my work and we made some small talk. She got up and walked about the room commenting on some of my pictures on the wall.
She finally ended up sitting at the edge of the bed beside me, watching as I ate. By then, the fog had cleared from my brain a little and I could now perceive that she smelt nice.