The big sweaty bottle of Guinness Stout was chilled to mortuary standard, just like I liked it.
Many people don’t know this but all or at worst almost all of the world’s knotty problems become simplistically minute when viewed from above the rim of a tall foamy glass of Guinness stout. At that moment where I sat chilling in a bar somewhere around Akerele in Surulere, life was looking really good. Toyin had told to me to wait for her there while she went shopping for ingredients and I was making the most of the break. Our suspended dinner was finally going to happen today.
Fifteen minutes or so later, she came back carrying a polythene bag.
“Oya mister oga, shopping is done. Let’s go home.”
I rushed the rest of my drink, paid the bartender, picked up my bag and followed her.
“Let me help you with that before these people here think I’m not a romantic somborry.”
“In that case, here Mr Romantic, epp me plix.”
The bag wasn’t that heavy and I carried it effortlessly in my right hand after switching mine to the left.
Ten minutes of strolling leisurely along the major road brought us to her place. The building was hidden on a side street just off the busy road. Fairly new and painted light green with its own compound and black gates, it looked quite appealing from the outside. According to her, the place had four units of two bedroom flats one of which she inhabited. Only one of the other flats was occupied though the tenant was presently overseas.
“So you pretty much live here alone.”
“Yep, she replied. But don’t get ideas about moving in just yet, I value the peace of mind it affords me in this crazy part of Lagos.”
“Moving in indeed, as if I’d dare.”
Our laughter echoed as we climbed the stairs to her apartment on the first floor.
Inside, the living room was very neatly furnished and arranged.
“Nice pad you have here and clean too. I had the unfortunate experience of visiting a chick that lived in a sty once. Not a pleasant something I tell you.”
“Thank you for the compliment. You too should stop visiting random chicks upandan. Stay in one place.”
“Yes ma. Thank you for the sermon.”
“You’re very welcome. Now put your bag over there in the corner, the foodstuff in the kitchen and come have a seat in front of the TV. Let me just UnCloth and I’ll have dinner ready in no time.”
“That’s good. I’m hungry, both for body and soul food.”
“Don’t worry babes, you’ll be over fed in a bit.”
She went inside the room and came out a few minutes later dressed in bum shorts and a halter neck blouse. She had obviously taken off her bra and her Tips were prominently pointing underneath the flimsy blouse material. I also noticed from the extra jiggle of her bums that her thong had gone on vacation.
“Yum yum. Maybe I should eat already” I said as I playfully tweaked both Tips and cupped her breasts.
“Slow your roll soldier, first things first. Eat and then you will be eaten” she responded as she playfully swatted my hand away and jiggled into the kitchen.
Shaking my head, I removed my shoes, loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt then picked up the remote and put on the TV before flopping down onto her leather couch.
Coming to Toyin’s place had been a spur of the moment decision. I rarely went looking for outside action during the week but it had been some time since I last shagged anyone and ‘lil J’ was silently complaining of starvation and neglect. Maybe it was also an unconscious attempt to reinforce my masculinity after the somewhat strange encounter at Karishika’s house.
Some forty five minute later after a lot of frying, boiling, blending and simmering, dinner was finally ready. A spread of white rice, vegetable stew and fried chicken accompanied by goat meat pepper soup was la!d out on the compact dining table for consumption. Toyin was obviously a good cook, the food tasted fantastic and I ate with relish.
After dinner we sat together on the couch and watched TV for a while to allow the food digest.
Then we went into the bathroom and showered together in preparation for bed.
She was ready for love. As soon as we came out of the shower, she led me straight to the bedroom and pushed my Unclad self onto the bed. I always knew Toyin was freaky but I had no idea she was this freaky. Her bedroom had long thick red colored velvet drapes covering the windows. A shaded lamp standing at the far corner provided diffused blue lighting while a split unit air conditioner high up on the wall blasted cold air into room. The biggest surprise was the silver stripper pole which ran from floor to ceiling right in the center of the room.
I looked round in awe and marveled at the love den.
“Yes o. You like?” she asked.
“Like? I freaking love this poo.”
“Good. The pole is for my dance exercises in case you’re wondering.”
“If that’s your story baby, then who am I to question it.”
With a smile on her lips, she went to her compact disc player placed discreetly in a shelf by the wardrobe and slotted in a CD. Barry White’s deep baritone oozed out of two overhead speakers hidden in the POP ceiling right above the bed singing ‘Practice What You Preach’. With a mischievous look in her eyes she cooed.
“Just relax and watch me papi. First I’m going to dance for you and then I’m going to Bleep your brains out.”
“Listen to Barry’s advice dear, go ahead and do your thing.”
She was smiling again as she walked her equally Unclad self over to the pole and started twirling.
By the time she ran through that song, Notorious BIG’s ‘Bleep You Tonight’, Jay Halliday’s ‘Bed’, Jodeci’s ‘Freek’n You’, R.Kelly’s ‘Bump N Grind’ and TLC’s ‘Red Light Special’, desire was rampant in my system.
My J0yst!ck was standing ramrod straight and pointing at the ceiling with a gleam in its eye, ready for all the action her seductive dancing promised. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer.
“Come and tend to this” I said in a voice thickened with longing, pointing at my straining member.