Kema
and Oliver sat side by side, backs facing the wall. Across the white-table
clothed table, four empty chairs waited. It was past 6 in the evening and the
restaurant was sparsely populated. Their table was one of the only five
occupied tables.
Not
too far away, a waiter dawdled, keeping their table in sight.
Oliver
turned to his right, to gawk at his wife. Her golden-brown skin sparkled and
glittered in the light from the wall-mounted bulbs. The grey blouse she wore
was open at the back, almost to her waist. Those generous hips strained in
skin-tight trousers. My, my, my. She was making his mouth water.
It
had taken a superhuman effort for him to watch her leave the room, without
pushing her down on the bed, undressing her slowly and licking her all over.
He
leaned over to whisper, “Maybe we should go back up and forget about dinner.”
She
stared at him, eyes wide. “No, babe. The others will soon be here.”
“I’m
craving you, right now.” Oliver said, breathing on her neck.
“Babe,
we’ll be up in about two hours.”
“It’s
torture to wait.” Oliver muttered. His penis swelled and hardened. His
breathing intensified. Resting his right hand on her back, reveling in the
silky-softness, he bit his lips. His hand traveled down, inch by inch and then
stopped.
Kema’s
hands on her laps fisted. Her breathing hitched. Gosh, the heat and fire from
his hand. Melting her skin.
Oliver’s
hand resumed its exploration, sliding past her waist on her right, and moving
to the front of her blouse. His hand reached its target. A lace bra.
With
a muttered groan, Oliver sneaked his hand underneath the bra and found the
thick nipple.
He
flicked it, rubbed it between his thumb and index finger. It enlarged.
“Kema…”
Oliver’s moan was ragged.
Keeping
her face toward the door, Kema placed her left hand on her husband’s sturdy
thigh. The hand rose, to between his legs, and then settled on the gargantuan
erection itching to burst out of his trousers.
Massaging,
stroking.
Oliver’s
head dropped, his eyes half-closed. “Kema, baby…”
Then,
her hand stopped. She said, “Steven and Tari are here.”
Oliver’s
head shot up. Damn. Bad timing. He
slipped his hand out from his wife’s bra and left it around her shoulders.
“Hey
guys.” Steven said, holding out a chair for Tari. “Where are the other two?”
“On
their way here, I presume.” Kema said, smiling and fighting to control her
breathing. Her hand still lingered on her husband’s hard-on.
Tari sank into the seat,
followed by Steven.
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