I cannot believe this, what do I do? Jesus! How do I
resolve this?! Right now?! Really!!!!
Eno found it difficult to think in her high state,
She sat in the car confused, tried to start the car
again, no luck. Eno got out of the car terrified, it was
11:45PM, she paced back and forth as cars sped
off past her. She pulled a lever inside the car to
open up the bonnet and see if she can fiddle with
something under the hood that can help her start
the car.

As she stood on the bridge in her tight short black
leather dress, she noticed how it seemed like the
bridge was moving beneath her, sort of a slow
bounce, this isn’t the alcohol, she told herself.
People had always told her they had that kind of
experience on third mainland bridge but she never
experienced it before, she went back into the car
and locked herself in. If only she wasn’t so wasted,
she would know what to do right now. What to do!
What to do!! She spoke to herself softly.
Call Marouf!! A bright bulb light up in her head.
Seems like the only thing to do right now, he is her
trusted mechanic, some athletic middle-aged short
Ijebu boy. It’s too late to call but there isn’t any
other option, she said to herself. She picked up her
phone and dialled Marouf, he picked up at the fourth
ring after the third try to call his phone, horrible
network on the bridge.
‘Aunty Eno’, Marouf said. The background music
was almost deafening, seemed like Marouf was at a
party.

‘Marouf, the car don spoil for third mainland bridge
o’ She said without any atom of ‘poshness’ in her
which she really did
‘Ohooooo Aunty! I dey party for Obalende, I dey
enjoy myself’ He said
‘Come jo! You know say I be woman, before all
these area boys go come’ Eno tried to threaten him
‘Wetin I go tell awon aye wey we dey together,
Aunty ? ’ Marouf asked with an hysterical laugh
‘Come jo! I dey that side after that Yaba turn! Do
quick jo’ Eno said
‘If dem rob or rape me, na you I go use Police catch
o’ Eno continued.
‘I don dey come, Aunty Eno’
She cut the phone, anticipating the arrival of Marouf
that seemed to take forever. She looked around,
making sure that all her doors are locked tight and
none of the windows are down.
Her mind drifted back to the dance with Bode, her
friend’s colleague, that boy can grind someone into
orgasm was her thought when she saw the light of
a danfo bus parking behind her from the inner
mirror, Some guy in a tight-fitting outfit came out
and the bus disappeared.
The guy came close to her window and knocked,
she looked up scared only to find out that it was
Marouf standing there. She seemed very happy to
see him, she came out and almost hugged him.
‘You be yeye” Eno said to Marouf jokingly ‘You
come tey like that, for say armed robbers don come
rob me nko’ She continued.
‘Aunty nothing go happen jo, Police dey for there na’
Marouf replied pointing down the bridge.
Marouf seem fitter today, although artisan are
almost as ripped as sports people, she thought, it
must be his body hug shirt.
‘Aunty, open the bonnet’ Marouf said moving
towards the front of the car.
‘I don open am since’ Eno replied
Marouf opened the bonnet and fiddled around the
battery head, asked her to try to start it again, she
did and the engine roared back to live.
She screamed out of excitement and ran towards
Marouf, giving him a full body hug and in return
Marouf grabbed a decent chunk of her ass, she
ignored like she dint know what he did.
‘Wetin happen na, wetin do the car, wetin you
touch?’ Eno had 1001 questions for Marouf except
for the ass grab which she felt ticklish and kind of
liked.

‘Na the battery head dey shake, e be like when you
dey enter gallop na him e comot’ Marouf tried to
explain.
She moved beside him to see where he was
pointing, as she looked downward, the full light of
the car shone bright against Marouf’s inner thighs,
and it kinda seemed like he had a big cucumber in
his pocket.

She screamed Jesus at the sight but Marouf
thought she was talking about the battery head not
been tight enough. He promised to help her to do it
well next day,
‘You go follow me reach Magodo abi’ Eno asked
Marouf.

‘I go drop for road, make I go meet my wife for
Mowe’ Marouf replied
‘Morning don reach, na after 1 we dey now, sleep
for my parlour,tomorrow morning you go comot’
Enoh offered.

‘Aunty! No! I need to see Iya Bose this night o, wetin
dey my body no good o’ Marouf joked
‘You go hold am reach tomorrow na’ Enoh replied.

‘Come drive, make we dey go my house abeg, I no
dey talk, I wan sleep’ Enoh said
Marouf zoomed off, as they sped the rest of the way
to Magodo, Eno’s house.
Eno opened the door, went straight into her
bedroom leaving Marouf in the living room. She took
a while, to take off the dress, yank off her
everything, go in for a small bath, the hot water
couldn’t wash away the grind from her body, the
body still wanted to feel more, riding a hard dick
wouldn’t be a bad idea. Something hard and long
that can make her cum as many times as possible,
that would crown the night decently.
She came out of the bathroom, put on a jalabia with
absolutely nothing underneath, her nipples rubbing
softly against the material of the gown, her pussy
feeling slightly wet, she couldn’t shake off the
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