HUSTLER OF A MUSINGS (EPISODE 16) All the pent up excitement that had been built up in me vanished at the sighting of my neighbor’s child. I barely restrained myself from hissing at the poor boy. “What do you want?” I snapped. The eager smiling face of the boy turned into a frightful face in no instant. “my..m…my mum says you should come and borrow us your i…iron”. He stammered. Grumbling under muffled breath, I moved with speed to get the pressing iron and gave the boy. For the next few minutes, I grumbled internally on the manner and regularity with which my neighbors came into my flat asking for the most flimsy of things. You can argue that everyone had neighbors who popped in once in a while to ask for favors but my neighbors were particularly something else. I remembered the boy’s mother waking me at 6.am some days earlier to help her dial a number on her phone! I had looked at her puzzled and seething with anger. Were it not for her age, I would have slammed the door shut. As it later turned out, that began a rather miserable day for me. I was not going to allow anyone spoil my date that night. I really needed the time out. My mind then unconsciously wondered back to the events of the previous night. I realized that irreparable damage had been done to my ‘rep’ and no matter how vehement my denials were, most would believe the story and within a short period, the story would spread like wild fire. Besides, there was the small matter of Aunt mabel. Despite her apologies, my rendezvous with Uncle Emmanuel was getting rather dangerous and the possibility of any of the Town’s many ‘ tatafo correspondents’ reporting same to Aunt Mabel was high . I concluded that only one option was most viable out of it all. I decided to tell Uncle Emmanuel about my decision on that option later that night. I then continued my wait game for Uncle Emmanuel. I didn’t have to wait for long as I heard a knock at my door again at exactly 6.30. I approached the door with less excitement as I had earlier. I opened the door to see Uncle Emmanuel at the door holding plenty ‘eatables’ apparently purchased from an eatery. I was shocked and excited when, without saying a word, he leaned forward and planted a full fresh kiss on my lips. “Emma! Don’t you know people can see us ni? Please o!” I gushed after disengaging from him. “Eeeeeeh! Let them see us! Don’t you know much I miss you ni? With one swift movement he entered my house, gently closed the door behind him, dropped the food items on the nearby table and continued with his full frontal assault on my lips. In a jiffy, what started as a mere kiss had intensified into a deep tongue dipping, intensive ravishing of my body by Uncle Emmanuel. He sure does know the right spots in a woman’s body. His tongue moved from my tongue to my nipples. He planted his lips and tongue so expertly on my right nipple whilst also using his right hand to tickle and turn my left nipple. His touches were interjected by weak and hesitant moans of ‘it’s enough’ coming from my lips. As if under a strong spell, I then started kissing him passionately, returning his fervor and guiding his head into my bursting boobs. He took my boobs like a toddler and I could feel his joy in burying his head into my giant tits. Not long after, his hand glided to my now very wet thighs. On touching my pussy and feeling the wetness, he gasped in excitement and said quietly to my ears; “baby, you are sooo wet. Missed you like crazy” He then started fingering me. I could feel built up volcanic like tensions about to spill over. Then out of nowhere, we simultaneously both heard the sound of a chuckle coming from towards the door. We both froze.
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