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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.

And then, just as if she could hear me thinking that I wanted to see more, she dropped her head back against the arm of the couch.

She lifted up her left – no, right - leg and pulled her shorts down. Not satisfied, she put the leg back in position, pulled the short to her feet and completely removed the pair.

Now, she was not only exposing her breasts, she was also partially exposing her pussy. Methodically, her right hand continued to caress her boobs while the left one explored her pussy.

I still couldn't see her as well as I wanted to, but I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed as she was no longer watching the programme on the television.

From what I could see, her expression of intense pleasure, plus the way she suddenly lifted her hips from the couch, rubbing herself faster and harder, told me that she was working her way towards having an orgasm.

As a matter of fact, she should be very close to having one. Oh, la la.

From my indulgent act, I was close to reaching my climax too. What an achievement it would be if the two of us should have ‘simultaneous’ climax. I intensified my act, closing my eyes and imagining that she was right there with me in my arms. I shuddered and suppressed groans as I climaxed.

I gripped my cock and moved away from the window, even as spurts of semen were ejected from my cock.

I was surprised at the force and volume of my orgasm. In the near total darkness, I felt the warm sticky splashes of my semen hitting different parts of the room.

It was such an intense and very enjoyable experience. I went to the bathroom once again to clean up. It was the end of a thrilling time. Oh what a day and what a night!

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As a matter of fact, she should be very close to having one. Oh, la la.

From my indulgent act, I was close to reaching my climax too. What an achievement it would be if the two of us should have ‘simultaneous’ climax.

I intensified my act, closing my eyes and imagining that she was right there with me in my arms. I shuddered and suppressed groans as I climaxed. I gripped my cock and moved away from the window, even as spurts of semen were ejected from my cock.

I was surprised at the force and volume of my orgasm. In the near total darkness, I felt the warm sticky splashes of my semen hitting different parts of the room. It was such an intense and very enjoyable experience.

I went to the bathroom once again to clean up. It was the end of a thrilling time. Oh what a day and what a night!

* * *

I woke up early the following morning by five-thirty. I had my cold bath and went to the car park to wash the cars.

Since I was not sure of which one Otunba would be going out with, I had to wash all the exotic five cars under the parking canopy. About few minutes past six, Jane briefly came to the park.

"Good morning," she greeted, smiling at me.

"Good morning, sister," I replied, stopping briefly to admire her appearance.

She was wearing a pair of brown shorts and a blue t-shirt. This time around, her boobs were encased in a black bra as I could see the bra straps. Her lovely legs tapered down from the shorts she was wearing.

It was no surprise that her fairly large breasts were completely unencumbered, and firmly tucked on her chest.

She could see me staring at her and I was almost embarrassed that I was caught.

“How was your night?” she asked.

I grinned. “Ah, it was nice. How was yours?”

She nodded to affirm that it was nice too. She smiled again and left. I continued with my task and soon completed it. Then, I returned to my room to dress up in my chauffeur uniform.

A knock sounded at my door. Could the Otunba be ready? I asked myself. I went to the door to open it. Jane was there with a tray.

“Have some tea and digestive biscuits before you go out,” she said.

I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I was only entitled to a meal. All the same, I gladly welcomed the gesture.

“Thank you, Jane. Thanks very much.”

The beverage was hot and I enjoyed it. Some minutes later, she came to tell me that the Otunba was ready. I quickly wore my black cover shoes and went to the car park.

“Good morning, sir,” I greeted my boss.

“Good morning, Boye. How was your night?”

I briefly thought of the night and the sight of Jane’s nude body I feasted my eyes on.

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The beverage was hot and I enjoyed it. Some minutes later, she came to tell me that the Otunba was ready. I quickly wore my black cover shoes and went to the car park.

“Good morning, sir,” I greeted my boss.

“Good morning, Boye. How was your night?”

I briefly thought of the night and the sight of Jane’s nude body I feasted my eyes on. “The night was nice, sir,” I returned.

He entered the SUV. I could see where his preference lied. I drove him to his office at Muri Okunola Street, Victoria Island.

From what I had known so far about him, he was a business magnate with interest in computers and rice importation. I later learnt that he had warehouses at Apapa, Isolo, Oshodi, Ketu and Ikeja. The office on V.I happened to be his head office.

Another thing with him was he hardly stayed in the office. It was either I drove him to one place or the other. He was a man always on the move. But he appeared to be an easy-going man, and that was one of the things I liked about him.

Today, in one of the moments I was waiting for him in the car, my mind went over to Jane. I could picture her unclothedness graphically. Involuntarily, my prick became aroused. Hey, old boy, stop that, I told myself. There was no place you could jerk off here, so take it easy.

Today, we did not return to the house until almost seven-thirty p.m. As usual, Jane came to welcome him and to take his briefcase to the main house. I went straight to my room to change into casuals.

I had to wait for almost an hour before Jane brought my food. By then, I was already getting hungry and was wondering if I would not eat dinner that night.

“Sorry, the food came quite late,” Jane said with an apologetic smile.

“Ah, there you are.”

Tonight, she brought sumptuous semovita meal and egusi soup.

“Hope you’re okay with food like this?” she asked.

What a question! Was there any food I was not okay with? I was a lover of food and could eat anything – as long as it was edible!

“Sure. I like swallows,” I replied.

As soon as she left, I settled down to wolf down the food. It was much but I finished everything. I even broke the bones of the chicken. I must give credit to Jane as she was a good cook.

Again, I decided to take the empty tray and plates to the kitchen. I met her washing some plates.

"Well done," I said. “I’ve come to return these.”

“Oh,” she replied. “How was the meal? Did you enjoy it?”

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Again, I decided to take the empty tray and plates to the kitchen. I met her washing some plates.

"Well done," I said. “I’ve come to return these.”

“Oh,” she replied. “How was the meal? Did you enjoy it?”

“Sure. It was very delicious.” I dropped the tray and the plates close to the sink. “Goodnight, then,” I added.

“Goodnight.”

I actually wished I could chat a bit with her but I didn’t want anyone from the main house to come down and meet me chatting in the kitchen.

I briefly wondered about the madam of the house. I hardly saw her and I wondered if she ever stepped inside the kitchen to do any work. Some rich women self!

I left and went back to my room. Sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the room, I wondered if Jane would repeat what she did the previous night. In all honesty, I wanted a repeat of the whole show. I would not mind seeing her gorgeous boobs and nudity once more time.

Merely thinking of her brought arousal to me. This time around, I did not suppress my feelings. My fingers worked on my erect cock and I did what I had become addicted to which was masturbation.

I switched of the light in my room. It was few minutes after nine and I silently prayed that Jane would return to her room and give me the pleasure of watching her body.

Occasionally, I would look across the window to see if she had gone to her room. The room remained in the darkness.

Few minutes to ten, I could hear her door open. The light came on and I could hear the sound of her television. But I was disappointed that the blinds of her window remained closed.

Open the damn blind, my mind yelled. Jane, come on, open the blind.

She did not open it. What a disappointing night it was going to be. That meant there was no show tonight. Shit! I might as well close my eyes and go to sleep. After some minutes, she still refused to open the blinds. I hissed and went on to lie on the bed.

It’s okay, I told myself. You’re only getting to know her. Very soon, you would start real conversation with her. With that, you would know her better. If she was single and available, you could try your luck with her.

You might even end up being her lover. Having a real woman was better than all this self-indulgence that you involved yourself in. Those were my thoughts.

The last real sex I had was with Lilian, my girlfriend. That was four months ago. Since Lilian gave me the red card, I had always taken solace in self-indulgence to relieve myself. As a matter of fact, I found masturbation to be indispensable, morally right or not.

All of a sudden, I could not hear the television sound coming from her room again. Had she switched it off preparatory to sleeping? Then I thought I heard the sound of her door opening.

I shrugged off and closed my eyes on the bed. Surprisingly, some seconds later, I heard a knock at my door. I instantly became awake. Could she be the one?

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