Everything happened so fast. His car screeched to a halt at the hotel’s car park; and we alighted at once, sauntered through the crowded lounge and finally entered my room, a sparsely furnished apartment bereft of the appurtenances of a deluxe range. Nevertheless, there was an empty table top refrigerator, a dusty ceiling fan and six by four wooden bed, elegantly swathed with suave white bedsheets. It’s a low budget hotel located somewhere in Garki, Abuja. Etom was my host in the Federal Capital Territory. He also became my nemesis.
Now inside the room, Etom stood still, stared at me furtively, inched close and eventually planted a deep kiss in my mouth… With mouths glued in ecstasy and my arms stretched on his broad shoulders, Etom dipped his left hand inside my bra, fondled my already erect nipples. At that point, I lost control. Etom took charge. His manhood bulged and he breathed fast ” Becky, I love you ” he blurted albeit incoherently. ” I love you too dear” I moaned softly, betraying total acquiescence. My heart throbbed as I felt some wetness in my pants.
At this stage, I knew I was completely lost to lust.
On the surface, Etom and I were not supposed to be in this emotional tango. I’m married. He is married. Above all, we were not dating. We were just friends who had been frolicking with lewd jokes and erotic gists. Our paths crossed during NYSC year in one of the South Eastern states of Nigeria. Etom actually asked me out. Though I declined, we remained friends. Five years after we finished our NYSC, we ran into each other in one of the North Central States, where i went for a workshop. Etom was nice and hospitable. He paid for my accommodation and later visited me in the hotel. I didn’t suspect Etom was still interested in me until he asked for a kiss and I gullibly obliged him. Luckily for me, he didn’t go beyond kissing.
That was 10 years ago. I should have learnt some lessons. But I kept in touch with Etom on phone and on social media platforms. He is now based in Abuja while I live with my husband and children in Lagos.
Recently, he sent me a message that he was coming to do something in Lagos and wanted me to help make hotel reservation in Surulere, Lagos. I did.
I visited him the day he arrived and to my chagrin, he pinned me to the wall and kissed me passionately. But I managed to free my self from his sensual grip and left his room. I didn’t see him till he left.
Less than two months later, I had an official assignment in Abuja. I informed him. He arranged hotel accommodation for me as usual. Again, he was nice and naughty. He took me out for dinner and pampered me with everything, not knowing that he was preparing me for sexual slaughter.
Soon after he brought me back to the Garki hotel, he seemed determined to do more than kissing this time. His eyes shone with passion as he tried to unbutton my black jean trousers. He must have noticed that my pants were already soaked and thighs soiled with fluids. Indeed, I was overwhelmed with lust and my head immersed in sexual imaginations. I wanted to feel his prancing manhood. I stepped out of my pants in ultimate anticipation of his erotic conquest. ” Turn around ” Etom whispered to my ears as he led me to the edge of the bed.
“Give it to me, Becky” he said in a hush tone and I immediately pushed back my buttocks while holding the bed’s wooden frame. I moaned loudly as Etom plugged his manhood to my cunt. At first, his thrusts were speedy and furious; later tardy and tenuous as he held my waist … I felt him deep as my pussy emitted fluids like a leaking pipe.
Etom’s thrusts didn’t last long. It ended with a tinge of disappointment as he poured while I still expected more pounding. He left me hanging with increased cravings but he didn’t notice as he reached for his car keys and gave me a goodbye kiss.
For me, it was a regrettable romp, a senseless romantic Odyssey. I returned to Lagos a day after the escapades and reminisced on my date with Etom. Guess what? Guilt filled my heart and disappointment dotted my thoughts.
Why did I do this? Etom and I have known each other for more than 15 years. I had resisted his amorous advances. Why did I succumb this time? I still haven’t found answers to many questions that have been flying in my head since I realised my folly.
