Ijeoma Okoli - 2021

Sundance

...night lights, cakes and kisses
Sundance

PIECE OF CAKE 

…it was that kind of evening.

She looked up to the sky a few times as if she could tell by looking up, what the night would bring. The sky felt pregnant…and not just with rain.

Thinking about the commitment she had made earlier in the day made her chuckle. She had promised to take a piece of cake to Victoria Island to a stranger that she had met just two days ago on the set of a commercial video shoot. The absurdity of it all made her laugh.

Her mind quickly digressed to remember the stranger’s lips. The calmness and confidence of someone who is at peace with life. And with the waters surrounding him. She remembered looking at him through the screen of a focus monitor and noting how beautiful his eyes were…he has a slight squint but it’s alright. It suits his face.

Get back to reality, she chastised herself. You’ll just give him a piece of your birthday cake, get acquainted and be on your merry way home.

HERE HE COMES…

…the stranger walked into the restaurant where she waited. She had been asking herself what exactly she was looking to achieve by this but not for once did she feel the need to flee. She was excited.

There he was, standing in front of her. She’s not sure how to greet an almost stranger. Should I shake his hands or just wave a hello, she wondered. Thankfully he saved the day by leaning in for a friendly hug which she gladly and awkwardly accepted.

Sitting down, the stranger noted that everyone at the restaurant seemed to be on a date. Noticing her nervousness, he made more light-hearted jokes which she enjoyed. For a few seconds, he stared at her and then complained about the loud background music.

THE BOATHOUSE

I am going to the boathouse he announced, looking at her with eyes full of questions that she recognized. He wanted her to volunteer to come with him. That made her smile as she followed without hesitation despite her phobia for water.

Everything was perfect, even the night lights shone brighter. What could possibly go wrong?

“Are you married?” she spat out before she could stop herself. What on earth is wrong with you, she chided herself silently. She also dreaded the answer to her question for so many reasons and wondered why she felt such relief when the stranger said he wasn’t married.

The short ride to the boathouse ended and as she walked the length of the deck to the boat,  she noted that she wasn’t as afraid as she thought she would be. Just a little dizzy and a feeling of smallness as they walked closer to the boat. But she is brave. What’s a little dizziness when she’s here with her stranger?

SUNDANCE

Sundance. A befitting name for a beautiful boat. If I could write a story about tonight, she thought to herself, I’ll also title it Sundance.

The stranger helped her into the boat and unto a seat. Are you comfortable he asked? Of course, she was! And without waiting for an answer, he sits beside her and begins to caress her neck. I like how you smell, he said. He pressed his whole face onto the base of her neck and took a deep breath.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying your smell”. She smiled and started to get comfortable.

SWEET SWEET LOVE

“Kiss me”.

No, she responded. Of course, she wanted him. Her lady part was probably the reason it seemed like the water level had risen. And then a wind came and the boat began to rock.

She’s still adjusting to being in the water so she held him tighter for added comfort. What happened next could not have been prevented.  The kisses deepened, he kissed her bosom and she knew right there, that she had lost this battle. Not that she minded.

He raised her sundress and felt her womanhood overflowing. He sighed softly and stopped abruptly. Is he alright, she wondered as he moved to sit on the other side of the boat.

“There’s something about you, Onyinye. I don’t know what it is yet”.

Unsure, she walked closer to hold him. She really liked holding him.

Sit on me, he said and in the next few minutes, the Lagos waters and night lights bore witness to the unification and sweet sweet love.

LOVE, AGAIN

He held her and guided her to the inner part of the boat. That wasn’t the first time he held her that night but she felt a chill. Her sundress with exposed midriff was probably not the best attire for this type of evening. What was she thinking? The chill was not because of the wind.

She was here in the dark, alone with this stranger.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the stranger had swiftly climbed swiftly down the small stairs to stand behind her so that she could feel his breath on her neck.

More shivers.

Who is this man? Why did I follow him here?

She waited as he began to kiss her lightly allover, dwelling on her back. She liked it.

What are you doing at my back, she asked. I am just kissing it, he answered.

I want you to do it again she said, giving him permission to explore.

His fingers began to indeed explore, lifting her dress and reaching her lady part. He dwelt on the silk panties and felt her wetness. Holding his breath, he pulled the panties to the side with such urgency. He needed to feel her. Gosh, she was wet.

The warm wetness down there was a nice contrast to the cold evening.

FIREWORKS

He hadn’t meant to go this far. He didn’t plan all of this. But he also can’t stop it now. Or ever. It just felt too good.

His fingers dug deeper into her while he suckled on her perky mounds. She moaned softly and he was certain that he can not stop this.

“What I’m I going to do with you?” he asked.

Not that he expected an answer. He already knew. He is going to make sweet love to her under the Lagos sky.

Looking up, he noted that there were no stars but the lights from the iconic Civic Center and surrounding buildings brightened the night. And her, she brightened the night as well.

He placed his fingers flat on her honey pot and her need for him continued to flow in abundance. She wants me too. Pulling down his grey sweat pants to expose himself, he guided her hands to feel his need for her.

At first, she’s not confident enough to hold the pulsating beast. But my! She wanted him. She wanted him inside.

Feeling a bit dizzy from the passion, he moved away from her, as if to gather his thoughts. She stood with him, moving closer to offer comfort if he needed it. But having her standing so close to his face was all the confirmation he needed.

Reaching up her dress, he pulled down her already soaked panties and went into her welcoming wetness. This moment. Deeper and harder thrusts followed as he searched for release; and then she came undone, again and again.

“Do you want me to come now”.

“Yes. Bassey, please”.

One thrust, two thrusts, faster and harder it came until the sweet release. . .

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21 Comments

  1. Jayjay

    More of this sis

    1. Ijeoma Okoli

      Sure thing hun!

  2. Gbenga Adeyinka

    Lovely. Poetry in motion. Prose so stirring. Kudos

    1. Ijeoma Okoli

      Thanks so much G!

  3. Meji

    Aye oo ,you’re really good,the plot felt so real

  4. Charles

    Val is almost here and some of us are single, majing this such sweet torture if ever a story was.

  5. Chidinma Nwaeze

    Oshey 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I was shook for a moment

  6. Fola

    Bravo 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿 really well written

    1. Ijeoma Okoli

      Thanks so much!

  7. Gloria

    Seamless flow of expression…
    Well done Mma.

    1. Ijeoma Okoli

      Thanks Sis!

  8. Chidun

    Simply stated . Keep it up .

  9. Biodun Awokunle

    Very nice 🙂 that’s a good one 👍

  10. Elizabeth Joseph

    Wow…I pictured this in my head . This is beautiful 😍

  11. Kido

    This is lovely🙌👏

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