Silhouette Lovers

 Your study's window opens directly to face my bedroom window. And I love it just like that. I bet you do too because you always seem to seek me out after dark when your wife is asleep and all lights are off in your apartment except your study's.

And I am always ready, waiting for you to take you seat at your desk.

And your eyes, those dark lethal eyes that pierced when our gazes fall on each other as we walk by ourselves in the streets of Jankarada, were always ready to watch me do my little strip tease for you.

Then I stand by the window of my lit bedroom, my flimsy curtain drawn together, but I bet you saw my silhouette.

You saw every curve, every shape, every line that described my womanhood.

I stand wearing my sleeping robe. But not for too long before I let  them down, falling in a pool of soft velvety delight at my feet. 

I stare at you through the curtain. You stare back. Unflinching. Unmoving. No expressions as you watch me wiggle to the soft voice of Nonso Amadi, your favorite R and B artist.

You would wonder how I knew he was your favorite. But you won't remember yelling it to your wife, the day you had yet another quarrel, accusing her of not knowing what your favorite things are. How she doesn't pay attention to you.

You had asked her who your favorite singer was.

 She has mentioned Davido in quavering voice and you had yelled at her that "it's Nonso Amadi for God's sakes. I have mentioned this to you over and over. Why would you even think I'd love Davido, that simp..." You had walked out in anger.

I didnt know if she held it to memory this time. But it sure stuck in mine since then. And I had downloaded all his songs. Just for you.

"But tonight you can call ma phone

Tonight you can call me all night long

Tonight I represent the guy with the money..." 

Nonso Amadi sang on as I cupped my full succulent boobs in my palms, caressing them lovingly as I imagined you holding them.

Throwing my head backwards and shutting my eyes, I could still sense your eyes on me as I wet two fingers and rolled my nipples with them. I pinched them simultaneously as I got drawn closer and closer to my orgasm.

With my left fingers still rubbing my nipples, my right fingers trace their way into my panties. This time I opened my eyes just in time to see a movement. You swallowed hard!

I saw your Adams apple go up and down. 

That was all the motivation I always needed to go on. Staring at you intently now, I pull down my panties and spread my pucci wide for you to see.

I wet my middle finger and start to rub my clit gently, gently, still pinching and foundling my boobs.

I see you make a move downwards into your pants to stroke your ramrod dick.

You stroke. I stroke.

You stroke so more. I did same.

You wet your palm and stroke harder. I dip the middle finger into my warm already juicy pucci.

You sighed... I moaned.

You stroke harder than the last time. I fingered myself harder.

We go on like this till we both orgasm. At the same time.

You stare at me for a couple of minutes.

I stare back.

You stand up and leave the study, putting off the light behind you.

I pick my robe and head to my bathroom to go clean up. 

I put off the light in my room, got into bed, drifting off into dream land as I imagined you lying Besides me.

Aderonke Adeyeye 2022