The mistaken identity 2 episode 11

THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY
SEASON 2
EPISODE 11
WRITTEN BY: Author George Haman
By the time I became drunk, Silvia was still very active though she was more drunk than I was; she could not stand up on her own. I expected a glass or two would put her down but it turned out, I rendered myself vulnerable. With my impaired judgment, I just found myself taking off her top and began working on her spongy, soft tits.
They were firm and were medium sized such that I did not struggle to car-ss then, the n-pples were pinpointing at me. The more I played with them, the h-rder they became and the more turned on I became.
I was wearing a jeans trouser and a T-shirt since it was on a Saturday, she took off my T-shirt and began playing with my chest. Then she slowly began to pull off my trouser followed by the boxer and that was my breaking point.
We both were drunk but couldn’t find sleep that night. We went round after round; I couldn’t get enough of Sly. She was way sweeter than I had anticipated and that got me glued to her room until morning.
Even though when it came to riding, she was not as good as Mwikali, she was so sweet in bed and knew how to keep a man glued to her sheets. In the morning, I woke up late since we had slept at around 5:30am and I found myself all alone in bed.
I turned my head and saw that I was not in my room neither was anything in that room similar to what was in my room; the duvet was smelling Sly’s perfume. I uncovered myself and found I was in my birth suit; I immediately knew it was no dream at all. I stretched myself then got out of bed and picked my clothes where Sly had thrown them at night.
After dressing up, I found my way out and when I got to the stairs, I began calling out Sly’s name. She did not respond but I heard saucepans sound in the kitchen so I headed towards the kitchen.
I found her busy making some omelettes for breakfast; she was wearing her nightdress which was translucent, I could clearly see that it was the only cloth she was wearing.
“Morning sir.” She said smiling broadly.
“Morning too Silvia, what happened last night?” I asked pretending not to know what had happened.
She just smiled then bit her lower lip and came to where I was, then she gently placed her index finger on my chest and said with a naughty voice;
“You made me scre-m out my lungs. I have never had a man make me scre-m.”
I just stared at her smiling due to how she had expressed that statement. She was naughtier and more rom-ntic than I thought. She rose back my obsession for her and now that Mwikali was ever busy with Teyie, I decided to keep on exploiting Sly’s farm.
As she was turning the omelette, I just went and stood behind her then slowly raised her nightdress and got my hands in,side it. I began squeezing her tits and she slowly released the pan back to the cooker then switched off the heat on the cooker and turned; she held the back of my neck with her both hands.
I gently lifted her and placed her on the cabinet next to the sink then began to raise the nightdress trying to take it off from the top.
As I pulled out her dress, Sly gently dug her right hand into my p-nts and grabbed my little man. She took out the little man then gave me one nasty stare and then got off the cabinet and knelt in front of me as she took him into her mouth.
It was a wh0le new experience since at night we were both drunk so I was just feeling like I was hallucinating but now I was experiencing everything on a sobber mind.
After I felt like I was almost jetting off, I pulled her up then bent her over, making her to lean on the cabinet she was seated on earlier then placed her legs apart.
My right hand was pressing against her back as my left hand was busy squeezing her left tit; she remained calm like someone lost in deep thoughts.
I placed my little man at the gate to the hives and I was about to start sloping down the valleys of paradise when her phone rang. She went to grab it but I quickly pulled her backwards and pushed in; she made a s€×y mo-n as she raised her head backwards in slow motion then leaned forward and grabbed the phone.
“Ham wait, its the boss calling.” She said breathing heavily.
“Which boss?” I asked as I pushed forward to take a look at her phone.
As I pushed forward, I pushed deeper in,side at once making her to accidentally answer the call. She did not realize that had finger had tripped on the screen and she had answered the call, she just raised her left hand and held the back of my head then turned her neck, gave me a k-ss and said;
“Just a minute dear, let me hear what the boss wants.”
That was when she looked at the phone and saw that Teyie had being listening. She grabbed her mouth in shock and quickly pulled out my little man then rushed out of the kitchen to go and answer the call.
A minute later, she came back to the kitchen and said;
“Am sorry dear but Teyie wants to see me. He claims that it is urgent but I will make it up to you for the morning glory I promise.”
“Okay, let me take a shower then I leave, I will see you tomorrow at work.” I replied sounding bored.
“No Ham, you don’t have to go. I will not stay for long so you wait here I go and come back then you can pin me on the wall.” She said with her naughty voice.
“How sure are you that you are not going to stay?” I asked.
“It’s something to do with work dear so I will be gone for one hour at most.” She replied.
I decided to wait since she sounded convinced. I went ahead to finish cooking the omelette as Sly went to shower. She left me taking breakfast and took a taxi. I finished taking my breakfast and began watching a movie.
As I watched the movie, I also realized that she had expensive gadgets and also her house was of high standard, personally without Mwikali’s help, I could not be able to live to her standards as long as I relied on my salary.
The movie ended and Sly was not back yet. I put another movie and watched it as well up to the end and there was no sign of Silvia, I decided to call her and ask what went wrong; one hour had turned into hours. To my surprise, her phone was off…
Continues in the next Episode.
©Author George Haman