Calabar Adventure - S01 E04

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Calabar Adventure - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

I sat next to her after she said thank you, I

was glad to hear that too, the plane seat

made our hands contact and I was able to

feel her opulent skin. It was easy to tell that

this lady hadn’t stayed in Nigeria for a

decade.

I got a glimpse of her heavenly smile again

as she was smiling as she scrolled her

phone, typing on it simultaneously. The plane

was helping me with my viewing tour, it was

time to strap our seat belts and the belt

rested right between her breasts.

The little force from the tightened belt pulled

her soft cotton gown down a bit, Dear God!

I saw the upper part of the bra supported

b0s0m and I was forced to sing a worship

song in my heart, succulent looking, relatively

fair and full, this is definitely what I will love

for dessert every night of my life.

While I enjoyed this body inspection; I did not

strap my seat belts well, and as the plane

was gaining balance in the air, there was a

jerk and I fell out of my seat, hitting my head

against the fore seat. Oh Fork! it was painful

as hell, “OMG! Are you okay?” my annoying

crush asked in her very smooth British

accent, almost immediately; I said yes, and

readjusted my position on my seat, and she

leaned over to help me strap my seat belt.

The mood I was in is too compromising to

explain, I tell you!!

After the plane leveled properly in the air, she

asked one of the air hostess for ice-pack and

helped me place it on the affected area of my

head, and as she did all these, she had her

b0s0m swaying all over my face, that is the

most struggling situation of my life!

I struggled a lot with myself not to just grab

the too attractive b0s0m, “Why is it so full?” I

asked loudly, she stared at me and said “it

has to be, so it works well!” The answer suits

my question but she was actually talking of

the icepack! The pain relieved, it had no

choice, the care was too deluxe!

She requested for my earpiece which was

around my neck, I gave it to her staring at

her, I gathered all the nerves to say “you are

beautiful and thank you,” she smiled and

inserted the earpiece in her Ipod and leaned

back to enjoy her flight, I did the same but I

cannot deny the thoughts of her kept me

stealing looks of her at too often intervals, I

fell asleep after a while and dreamt of being

buried in those succulent looking globes of

flesh.

I woke up when one of the hostess tapped

me, my crush was gone again and now with

my earpiece, the funny thing is I wasn’t even

angry!

Uduak

Finally in Calabar! alas! Home is definitely a

feeling, the very oxygenated breeze that hit

me.. Wow.. it was great to feel this way. I

made my way with my bulky bags in search

of my aunt who I want to believe is waiting

for me.

I didn’t search long before I saw my name in

a placard by a tall man in a suit. I was in an

illusion to believe that my aunt the multi-

millionaire film maker will actually wait for

me on a very busy morning like this.

I approached the man, and my K!ttyC@t

ached a little as I got a closer to him.. He is

the popular description of the Calabar men I

have read and heard about; tall, glowing

melanin skin, good smile, I just wish he can

pick me up right now, lean against a wall and

devour my K!ttyC@t..

Deepen my dam with his sure to be long

J0yst!ck, t—-t into me with undiluted

African strength!

The imagination disturbed my walking steps

and I slipped, the d–n man I was

daydreaming about grabbed me up in the

face of the too curious Calabar audience. My

knees totally turned into gel at his touch.

It felt like the closing scene of a fairy

Shakespeare story.. he placed me carefully

on one of the arranged chairs in the foyer. He

just smiled at me gently and confiremed that

im uduak.

He did all the load packing, helped me to the

car.. Is this my aunt’s driver? He’s a hot drink

of pure S£x. this man ought to be working

with some modeling company, I am melting

in his hands.. He got sweaty and I was

wishing the sweat could be from banging me.

The ride home was all about this dude

Bleeping me even if it is just once, “he can’t

go without Bleeping me” I concluded. My

drive was filled with fantasies of him filling

my K!ttyC@t with no holds barred!