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A Bolt from the Blue


Seyi Dominion
© 2020

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Boye starts in a humble way by working as a chauffeur for a very rich man. He soon starts a relationship with Jane, a fellow employee of Otunba Olu Johnson. In a dramatic twist, Jane ends the blossoming relationship. After a while, Boye starts another relationship with Stella. He is just thinking of proposing to her when she releases another bolt from the blue.

CAUTION: This story contains explicit adult contents.








It had been a smooth day. I had just begun my work with Otunba Olu Johnson as his personal driver. It was a job I could describe as a ‘corporate’ one. I wore sky blue shirt and navy blue trousers as uniform in addition to a peak cap.

This was reminiscent of someone doing a military or paramilitary work. The pay was also good. As a twenty-seven years old HND graduate, this was not the kind of work I should do, but I had taken it in the absence of a better job. Of course, I had always been good at driving.

From Victoria Island to Lagos Island, Obalende and part of Ikoyi, I drove the SUV to the gate of Dolphin Estate. With the sticker on the windshield of the vehicle, the security guys allowed me to drive in without any ado. Besides, the Otunba was a well-known face in the whole estate.

I was soon at Corporation Drive. His house was a fine duplex with very high wall and gates. I beeped the horn twice before the security man, Yakubu, came to open the gate.
As soon as I drove in, a maid in the house came to welcome the Otunba and to take his briefcase to the main house.

“Ah, Boye, you can go to your room and relax for now,” Otunba said.

“Yes, sir.”

I went to the back of the building to the room he had given me at the boys’ quarters. It was a standard, nice room with a bed, a wardrobe, two plastic chairs and a desk.

I was told I could sleep there from Monday to Friday. My service could be needed on Saturday, but I would definitely have Sundays off. I was told I would also be entitled to a meal, most likely a dinner, any day I slept there. To me, it was a fair deal.

Inside my room, I changed from the uniform to a jeans trousers and t-shirt. Although I was given two pairs of uniform, the one I had worn was still neat, so I could wear it the second time the next day. It was few minutes after six.

I wondered when the dinner would be ready and they would bring it. Meanwhile, I lay on the bed, switched on my small rechargeable radio and relaxed back.
About twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on my door.

“Yes, come in,” I called out.

The door opened and the maid who had come to take Otunba’s briefcase came in with a tray.




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About twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on my door.

“Yes, come in,” I called out.

The door opened and the maid who had come to take Otunba’s briefcase came in with a tray.

“Good evening,” she greeted.

“Ah, good evening,” I replied and got up from the bed.

“This is for you.” She put the tray of food on the table.

“Thanks.” I smiled back at her. “My name is Boye. What’s yours?”

"You can call me Jane."

I liked her voice and her smile. “Ah, Jane. Once again, thank you.”

She left the room. I went to the table. On the tray were covered plates of food and small bottle water. I opened the plates. It was fried rice with two big chicken laps.

It surely smelt tantalizing and I was sure the taste would be delicious. If this was the kind of food they would be bringing, it was not bad at all.
I ate the food and did justice to the chicken.

After drinking the water and resting for a while, I decided to return the tray and the plates to the kitchen, which was downstairs of the main building.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have bothered about that,” Jane said.

“It’s okay.” I smiled at her again. “Thanks for the food. It was very delicious.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

I left the kitchen and returned to my room. My radio remained tuned on to an FM station in order for me to kill boredom. Once again, I lay on the bed. I could not but have the image of Jane on my mind.

She should be about my age. A bit dark in complexion, she had a pretty face and a shapely figure. She also appeared quite busty. From what I had seen, she had shapely legs.

Her luscious ass seemed to be outlined by the skirt she was wearing. I was sure it would be a delight to look at her unclothedness.


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She should be about my age. A bit dark in complexion, she had a pretty face and a shapely figure. She also appeared quite busty.

From what I had seen, she had shapely legs. Her luscious ass seemed to be outlined by the skirt she was wearing. I was sure it would be a delight to look at her unclothedness.

Hey, take it easy, my mind cautioned me. You’re new here and must stop imagining things so soon. Besides, she might be married or engaged. So, just forget about her.

But as I continued to think about her, I realized that it might not be so easy to stop thinking about her. Well, I shrugged off and tried to think about something else.

When I showered later that evening, I found myself aroused and excited. I hadn't felt that way in quite some time. Why was I feeling like this in a new place?

I certainly hadn't had time to meet anyone, especially anyone I could become intimate with. Except with Jane. My thinking took better part of me.

Right in the bathroom, as I was standing in the shower, I soaped a very erect penis, and fantasized about Jane, a lady I barely knew. This thought both surprised and bothered me a little bit. This was because I hardly became enamored to a lady so soon.

I wanted to stop myself, but could not. Thinking vividly of images of those succulent looking tits of hers was still fresh in my mind, and almost blushed with the thought of what she would think if she knew I was thinking about her.

I imagined having my erect dick inside her cunt from behind. I jerked off within a couple of minutes; and it was onjly after that, that I felt some relief.

Few minutes to ten that evening, I prepared for bed. Although there was a ceiling fan whirling, I went to the side glass windows to open them wider so that I would take the advantage of the cool breeze blowing in.

The window had burglary-proof and net, so I entertained no fears about mosquitoes coming in.

The way the boys’ quarters was constructed was different from other boys’ quarters that I had seen. There were two detached couple of rooms.

The one where I was had a room and another room that served as the bathroom and the toilet. I supposed the other detached double rooms also consisted of a sleeping room and another room that served as the toilet and bathroom. From the window of my room, I could see the other couple of rooms.

As I looked out across the yard through the window, I could see directly across and into the side-window of the other room. My thinking that Jane stayed in that room was instantly confirmed when I saw her watching TV through the opened blinds.

She was lying on a couch with her legs stretched out. The arrangement in the room made the television set to be adjacent to the window. So, I had a perfect view of her as she lay on the couch.

If she should look up to her right, she would definitely see me. I switched off the light. Now, I was certain, she would not see me if she stared across. As long as the light in her room remained on, I was the one that would see her.

I wondered what she was watching on the television that she appeared to be captivated. It was probably one of these love stories on soap operas. Many ladies were addicted to them. I sighed and kept watching her.

Alright, you could accuse me of spying on her, or more appropriately, peeping at her. It was okay to make the accusation.

As far as I knew, there was no law against what I was doing and I was certainly committing no crime. As a matter of fact, I was delighted to be doing what I was doing.

Had I not already masturbated over her image? Could I be accused of any crime for doing that? No, I don’t think so. As a matter of fact, I had no doubt I would soon be doing so again, with the image of her lying on the couch.

Even King David could not stop himself from staring at the beautiful body of Beersheba!

I stared at her dress. There was no doubt that she was dressed for bed. Jane was wearing a sleeping wear that consisted of a silver color satin top and satin shorts. The wears were sexy.

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I stared at her dress. There was no doubt that she was dressed for bed. Jane was wearing a sleeping wear that consisted of a silver color satin top and satin shorts.

The wears were sexy. My mind suddenly quivered. Why was she wearing something so sexy? She lived in that room alone, didn’t she? Who then was she trying to ‘impress’ by wearing that? Didn’t she realize that a man had moved to the next room in the quarters?

In my make-believe recrimination, I began to grow erection on my cock. It grew harder and stiffer until I felt it was beginning to ache me. Damn it, why could I control that exuberant thing?

Yes, controlling it was indeed a great effort for me. My eyes wandered to her bust. I was sure she was braless. How would those boobs look like if she should take the top off?

How exactly big were they? How shapely?

Now, as my mind was wondering on these lusty thoughts, Jane surprised me with the next action she took: she took her top off! Yes, that was what she did.

Gosh, my eyes nearly popped out. I could see her breasts clearly now. They were indeed big. The areolas were the widest I had I ever seen and those nipples looked just too enticing. But, why did she remove her top?

The answer came instantly. Her hands went to her boobs and she began handling them. Her eyes were still fixed on the television while her hands went to work.

I was enthralled to watch as Jane gave herself pleasure openly and deliberately, without shame. I could see her vividly as she stroked the tips of her breasts, making her fingers to form circles round the areolas and the nipples.

I knew there was no going back for me. With what I was watching, this was more than a fascinating live show. This was the real thing. I reached down to my boxer where my prick was now straining uncontrollably.

Like a mechanized being, I began stroking my cock. Just to be on the safer side, I stepped back from the window slightly.
I certainly did not want her to suspect that I was watching her.

Apart from blue movies, this was the first time I would be watching a lady masturbate. This one I was watching her do the self-indulgent act was so unexpected and so totally incredible.

It was not surprising that I found myself aroused beyond my wildest imagination!
As I stood in the relative safety of my own dark room, I continued to stroke my cock.

I briefly paused to use some spittle as lubricant to ease the pleasure I was giving myself. I ogled Jane’s boobs and imagined sucking those big tits.

She too was engrossed in giving herself pleasure. She was slowly yet methodically fingering herself. Though the blinds kept me from seeing her as clearly as I would have preferred, I knew exactly what she was doing from the motions of her hand.

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