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?

I stood up and moved to the door. “Yes?”

“It’s me, Jane.”

I breathed in deeply with my heart palpitating as I opened the door. She was at my door, alright, wearing the same seductive night wear she wore the previous night. In her hand was a pack of orange juice.

“I was wondering if you would like to have some drinks,” she said.

My face lit up in smile. The sleepiness I was previously feeling cleared off completely from me. “Sure,” I replied. “Please, come in.”

I was only standing there in nothing more than a pair of shorts, but who said I could not do that?

The easy, off-handed way she too presented herself was also instructive. She was definitely ready to be not just a co-worker or a neighbor, but a friend. Yes, an intimate friend, from what I could discern. On my part, I welcomed this warm gesture whole-heartedly.

“I hope I’m not disturbing anything,” she said.

“Oh, no. not at all.” I smiled and pointed at one of the chairs. “Please, sit down.”

She sat and brought the juice and two glasses from the small nylon bag out. She then opened the pack and poured some drinks in the glass cups.

“So, how have you found your stay here so far?” she asked.

“I must say, it is so far so good.”

She nodded as if she expected that answer.

We sipped our drinks.

"You seem surprised to see me?" she asked.

“Well, yes. Somehow.”

She nodded. “I thought of just chatting up with you a bit.”

It was my turn to nod. “There’s no crime in chatting.” I set the ball rolling. “So, tell me, for how long have you been working here?”

“Two years.”

“Hmn. And how has it been going?”

She smiled. “Just like you said, so far so good.”

I smiled too. “You stay alone in your room at the quarters. Don’t you miss your boyfriend, or doesn’t he miss you?”

Now, she grinned. “There’s no boyfriend, so I’m missing nobody.”

Oh, that was good, I said in my mind. That meant the two of us could play. Much as I tried to avoid staring at her body, I found it difficult to do so. It was clear that was braless. Her full, rounded breasts was tipped with large, enticing and slightly erect nipples.

“There’s no lady that I will miss too,” I gladly announced.

She grinned at my inferred statement.

“I hope you don’t mind my dressing like this to your place.”

What a laugh. Why would I mind? Was I not glad that she was around?

"No complaints from me," I replied, taking a sip of my drink in an effort to keep the tension and excitement out of my voice.

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She grinned at my inferred statement.

“I hope you don’t mind my dressing like this to your place.”

What a laugh. Why would I mind? Was I not glad that she was around? "No complaints from me," I replied, taking a sip of my drink in an effort to keep the tension and excitement out of my voice.

She stared at me for a moment, giggling as she realized that I was nervously looking away from her breasts now, rather than at them.

There was a brief silence.

"So... why did you decide to take up this job? Are you a trained driver?"

“I have driving experience,” I replied. “I actually have OND from the polytechnic, but since no suitable job was coming, I decided to take this up. I had to register at an employment agency with my secondary school certificate as a prospective driver. Well, here I am.”

She nodded as she took in my story. “I went to a polytechnic too. I studied catering management. Here I am, serving the household of Otunba Johnson.”

She shrugged. “So far, it has not been a bad experience for me. My employers are kind and generous.”

I hoped they would be kind and generous to me too, I thought.

The conversation soon turned to be more of informal discussion of our lives. After some minutes, she yawned and stretched her body.

“It has been a pleasure talking to you,” she said. “Thanks for your time.”

“The pleasure is mine,” I replied. “Thanks, Jane, for coming around.”

She stood up. With the shorts she was wearing, it was undisputed the fact that she had beautiful legs. Those boobs on her chest were attractive too. I had to suppress myself having an erection.

Maybe I should bare my mind to her and tell her how lovely she looked. Unfortunately, I had no courage to do so.

She winked at me and moved to the door. I stood up too and waved at her.

“Good night, Jane.”

“Good night.”

She moved away. I shut my door. Why didn’t I bare my feelings to her? Why didn’t I at least tell her that he was lovely? I sighed and shook my head. It was not too late.

Tomorrow would be another day. For now, at least I had something I could masturbate on.

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She moved away. I shut my door. Why didn’t I bare my feelings to her? Why didn’t I at least tell her that he was lovely? I sighed and shook my head. It was not too late. Tomorrow would be another day.

For now, at least I had something I could masturbate on.

I couldn't forget moments I had with Jane. I kept on imagining how she sat and talked. Even after I had jerked off, her image remained on my mind till I slept off.

The following day, I had the same routine of driving the Otunba around, from his office to some of his warehouses and to some other places.

Finally, evening came. Jane came around to take the boss’ briefcase. I nodded at her and went to my room. Removing my uniform, I went on to have a shower and changed to t-shirt and boxer. Oh, what a day it had been.

I was not really hungry as Otunba sent someone to give me a food pack just before we left the office. All the same, I looked forward to seeing Jane and accepting whatever she had to offer me.

She didn’t come around until some minutes to eight.

“You must be hungry,” she put in. “Here, is your meal.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks a lot, Jane.”

She nodded. “I hope you’re not finding your work strenuous.”

“Oh, no. I must say that it is interesting so far.”
“Good. So, enjoy your meal.”

This time around, she brought jollof rice, fried plantain and beef.

“Thank you.”

I settled down to eat the food. Once again, I found it very delicious. This lady was a good cook, I thought wistfully as I ate up everything, despite my claim on not being hungry.

I took the plates and tray to the kitchen; and this time around, I met the madam of the house there.

“Good evening, ma’am,” I greeted, giving her a slight bow.

“Good evening,” she replied shortly without any interest.

She must be a haughty or snobbish woman, I thought as I returned to my apartment. I could have decided to move around the street, just to familiarize myself with the area a little bit, but I decided that that could wait till another time.

I waited for Jane to come around by, what I now presumed would be by nine-thirty. I didn’t see her. My radio and the light in my room were on, so she should have no doubt that I was still awake. I checked my side window to check her own room.

Though I couldn’t hear the sound of television from the place, the light of the place was on too. All the same, the window blinds were in place, so I could not see her. Why don’t you go and visit her too? My mind asked.

I decided to wait for another few more minutes. If she didn’t show up, then, I would pay her a visit. Nothing should be bad in that. I would only be reciprocating the gesture she had earlier extended to me.

Just when I thought of leaving my room to her place, she knocked at my door. She did not even wait for my response before she turned the door handle and stepped inside.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, no,” I quickly answered. “You’re welcome. I was actually thinking of coming over to your place.”

Still standing at the doorway, she nodded. She was still wearing the shorts and the t-shirt she was wearing when I first came back from work.

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Still standing at the doorway, she nodded. She was still wearing the shorts and the t-shirt she was wearing when I first came back from work.

“If you don’t mind relaxing with me, give me five minutes and you can come over to my place,” she announced.

I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, you can come over to my room. Is that okay with you?”

I grinned and nodded. “Sure.”

She left the door and closed it back. It was good that she had come to give me an open invitation.

I definitely would have to pay her a visit. She said I should give her five minutes. I checked the time on my phone. It was 9.38 p.m. No problem.

By 9.45 p.m., I would leave for her room. I sat down and bided the time. When it was exactly the time I had in mind, I left my room, locked the door and moved over to her room.

* * *

I could see faint light coming from her room. I suspected that must be the television light, although I could not hear a sound. She must have seen or sensed that I was coming, for she opened the opened the door the moment I was about to knock.

“Hello, there,” I greeted.

“Hi.”

She stepped aside for me to enter. I stepped inside her room. It was well arranged and much more presentable than my own. Rather than plastic chairs, she had a sofa facing the television set.

There was a stool in front of the sofa and I could see a bottle of wine and two glass cups on it.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” she offered.

“Thank you.”

I sat comfortably as she had suggested. She was wearing the night wear she wore the previous night and I could feel my heart beat increase.

I could also see a plate containing roasted meats. The delightful smell of the hot, spicy and onion-grilled delicacy welcomed my nose.

“Are you in celebration mood or something?” I asked her.

She smiled. “Not at all. This is just to relax the night with.”

I nodded as I thought, what a good way to relax.

“I must say you are enjoying o.”

“Ah, what else can one do? I will not kill myself, will I?”

She came to sit by my side on the sofa, opening the bottle of wine and pouring some content in the glasses. She took her wine glass and leaned back to take her drink.

She stared at the television for a moment. A movie was being played, an African-American movie. I tried to look at the television too, but I couldn't help stealing side way glance to look at the way her satin top clung even more tightly around her breasts as she relaxed against the back of the couch.

Even in the not so bright light, I could see the dark color of her nipples showing clearly through the pale, sheer fabric as her breasts pressed against the material.

She had extremely large areolas, which I loved. Her hard nipples that pressed against her wear were erect in spite of the heat, clearly suggesting to me her eager and aroused state. There was a build-up to sexual tension which was becoming so thick that one could cut it with a knife.

Inside my shorts, my hard cock was about to explode. I picked up my glass of wine to take a drink, and to take a piece of the roasted meats in my mouth.

The wine tasted good, and so was the spicy meat. That apart, all I could think of was Jane and how hot and sexy she looked sitting beside me. In my lurid thoughts, I imagined how very hot she would look without any clothing on.

I watched the movie that seemed to have taken her attention. It was a passionate in which a back guy was deeply kissing a white lady. In a twinkle of an eyes, the guy squeezed the boobs of the lady.

In response, she removed her top and popped her boob out from the bra, shoving one of them into the mouth of the guy.

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In a twinkle of an eyes, the guy squeezed the boobs of the lady. In response, she removed her top and popped her boob out from the bra, pshoving one of them into the mouth of the guy.

Hey, wait a minute, this was not just a normal movie. It was an X-rated movie Jane was playing!

"I hope you don't mind me watching a movie like this," she said casually, glancing over at me.

"Once in a while, I really do enjoy a good dirty movie."

I was surprised at her audacity and plainness.

“Well, no... no, not at all," I stuttered.

I had to be a man, I told myself. Now, what kind of situation was this? How exactly did she want me to take the circumstance she was creating?

On one hand, she seemed to be coming on to me with audacious eroticism. On the other, what if she was just being plain about enjoying what she liked to enjoy?

What if she was just simply doing what she enjoyed doing, not caring whether I was there or not, and I should not be presumptuous?

My heart was racing. Be a man! my inner voice screamed at me.

"This really is one of my favorite ways to relax at the end of the day," she said further. It was as if she thought everything was very normal and my being there with her was the most natural thing in the whole world.

I sighed and stared at the screen. The guy had pulled down the lady’s pantie and was kissing and teasing her pussy.

"Did you enjoy the show the other time?" Jane asked.

My mind was brought back from its wandering in lust-world.

“Hmn? Sorry?”

“I asked if you enjoy the show the other time?”

I was confused. “What show are you talking about?”

“The one you watched two nights ago. The one you watched through your window.”

Oh, Lord. So, she knew I was watching her that night! Wow. That meant she did everything on purpose and she knew I would fall for it.

She grinned. "Don’t be surprised I asked. I really do enjoy masturbating just before bedtime. It helps me relax and sleep a lot more easily. Did you masturbate too?"

I shook my head. How could she be as plain as this? Her behavior was very much unlike the behavior of all the ladies I had encountered in the past. It was very un-African.

Did she expect me to go ahead and reveal to her that indeed I masturbated and I enjoyed doing it?

She smiled slightly as if she was trying to ease the tension. Her eyes met mine as she said: "If my doing this bothers you, I'll stop. If you don’t like watching erotic movies, I’ll stop playing this right away.”

“There will be no need for that,” I replied quickly – a little bit too quickly. “I’m enjoying the movie and I enjoy masturbation too.”

She nodded. “This kind of movie always tends to make me exceptionally Hot. The bottle of wine is also an added advantage.”

She gave me a wink and an alluring, sexy smile.

Now I was not only surprised at her plainness, I was stupefied. Not minding my presence, she opened her laps, spread her legs and began to tease her pussy as her fingers slid back and forth over her clit.

Wow, it was like I was watching another movie. I was totally mesmerized by her action. In fact, I was so absolved in watching her that I ignored the action playing out on the television.

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