aunty clara

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    In my semi-conscious state I could hear
    heavy Noises, which sounded like Gun shots
    but I wasn’t bordered cus for me the gift of
    sleep was the best gift mankind ever had, so I
    continued in my long siesta, the noise
    became unbearable as people started
    screaming ferociously, it was then I opened
    my eyes and to my greatest consternation it
    was already dark ,wow I had slept for over
    five hours, from the ensuing circumstances I
    could Apprehend an unrest, the first thing
    that came to my mind was that der was a
    clash between vengeful cultist, but at the
    other side I could hear incantation by
    students ‘We no go gree o, we no go gree’ .
    Stepping outside I saw students packing
    books, boxes running helter skelter, some
    holding Guns others shooting sporadically in
    the air, turning cars upside down like they
    had acquired some kind of supernatural
    power , setting shops and items ablaze, for
    some reason I felt I was still sleeping because
    it felt like a dream, or better still a scene in a
    war movie.
    Okay there was a riot in my school that day
    (evening ) and I was lucky to make it out
    alive from the hostel, but thanks to this
    unfortunate event I had an experience of a life
    School was subsequently closed for 6 full
    months, so I had a lot of free time on my
    hands and I had no idea what to use my time
    for, I thought of working but my dad wouldn’t
    let me, he said I shouldn’t think of making
    money so early in life so I wouldn’t be
    distracted from studies, I was so bored that I
    felt I was a magician after watching so many
    videos of Criss Angel but as Criss himself I
    had to make my boring predicament
    disappear, I thought to myself. So I went to
    my dad and gave him reasons why I needed
    to travel, and he surprisingly obliged and
    before I knew it I was on a flight to Abuja,
    where I was to stay with my Aunty, an Aunty
    which I had come across only once, she was
    the sexiest Aunty I ever saw, Tall, Dark, Busty,
    yes she had so much curves that you could
    use her to draw a graph, as I said I only met
    her once and I was about to meet her again.
    I landed in Abuja 25 minutes after I left
    calabar, it’s funny how fast a plane can
    transport some1. Landing in the Abuja airport
    I entered a bus which took me to the Main
    airport reception, I was starting to feel
    uncomfortable not until I saw her…MISS Clara
    was her name and being s*xy** was her
    game. I saw her from a distance and I started
    moving closer towards her, I could feel my
    heart beating because I wasn’t sure of what I
    would say to her, but before I could ponder
    some more she completed the distance
    between us and gave me a big hug, the aura
    around her was magnificent maybe it was
    because of her expensive perfume I don’t
    know, her looks, her eyes, her outfit only
    dripped with radiance…she was what I would
    call ‘fine Girl no pimples’, miss Clara was a
    tall lady who stood at about 5 foot 4, she was
    light in complexion or what I would call
    chocolate, she had lovely brown hair, light
    make up on, dark long eye lashes which were
    by the way not fixed but natural, I noticed her
    aquiline nose which I probably reasoned was
    an interplay of Genes from my father’s side,
    whose mother was a Lebanese, miss Clara
    had this deep red lipstick on, with luscious
    lips which made Angelina Jolie look bad, she
    was clad in a short red gown, which was a V-
    neck, for me it exposed a little too much, as I
    cud see here big mammary glands, popping
    out for recognition. Looking at her I realised I
    knew little or nothing about this young lady
    who was probably in her early 30’s but I was
    sure I would find out sooner or later. My face
    was virtually buried in between her booobs
    while the hug lasted, this was because of her
    height which was buttressed by her brown
    high heel Louis Vuitton shoes, after the hug
    she took a brief glance at me, and exclaimed
    how fast I had grown considering the last
    time she saw me, she held me in the hand as
    we proceeded to her 406 Peugeot car, to say
    the least I was impressed, but even more
    when I arrived at her apartment.
    On my way to her house I did get a glaring
    view of the city of Abuja, the federal capital
    territory, from the plane the city looked like a
    village to me, with a lot of dust and untarred
    roads, the height must have impaired my
    visual abilities because looking at the city
    from the car, Abuja looked like a vast
    uncompleted building, structures being
    constructed everywhere, new roads on the
    verge of completion, skyscrapers made up of
    all sort of bricks and precious materials,
    companies and industries at every nook and
    cranny, luxurious cars, sit outs etc. and all
    the roads looked to me like a high way
    because it was devoid of go slow or any form
    of congestion, I also noticed the absence of
    obnoxious police and road safety officers
    asking for every car particular, license,
    insurance, fire extinguisher even a Waec
    result…lol… In a nutshell the city was lovely
    and if I didn’t know better I would say that all
    of the countries resources were deposited in
    this place.
    So we reached her apartment, she lived in an
    area called wuye and, from our conversation
    in the car she said she rented the self-
    contained with 3 rooms for a whooping sum
    of 950 thousand per annum. On entering
    Clara’s abode I was greeted by this
    scintillating odour in her vast parlour, it was
    so pleasant that I had to inquire where the
    refreshing smell came from, and she pointed
    at some bouquet of flowers, which she said
    she bought during her trip to Dubai with her
    Boyfriend, boyfriend?! I muttered to myself,
    her boyfriend was probably one of this young
    oil moguls, or better still a very successful
    entrepreneur I muttered some more, anyway
    beside me was her 21 inch flat screen tv
    hanging on her white wall, it was painted
    white and designed with this lovely brown
    patches that looked like stars, beneath the tv
    was her home theatre with vertical speakers
    by the sides to support it, she had this lovely
    leather chairs , a Dining table on an elevated
    floor behind them, which was made possible
    by just a step, and Gorgeous floor tiles which
    gave the house an illuminating background,
    all this Engulfed in her unbelievably chilled
    parlour, Equipped with heavy horse powered
    LG air conditioner, still basking in the
    splendour of this aesthetic home, Clara
    beckoned on me not to worry that she will
    Give me a tour of the house later on, but for
    now I should follow her to my room where I
    would keep my travelling bags and take a
    bath to freshen up.
    She led me straight to my room and I
    followed religiously, I was so caught in the
    moment that I almost forgot how beautiful
    my host was, this made me wonder which
    was more beautiful Herself or the house, Clara
    led me to my room, which was equally
    impressive, a bed with nice bed covers, an air
    conditioner on the wall, a wardrobe and a
    rest room which I later discovered, it seemed
    like the room had not been occupied before,
    because it was very vacant, well it was just
    how I liked it, with her soft hands placed on
    my chicks and a stare like a woman looking
    into her lovers eye she asked me ‘swidy I
    hope you like your room’ and I exclaimed
    ‘who wouldn’t‘ and she gave me a bright
    smile, she told me to freshen up because she
    was about to do same and meet her in her
    room so I can remind her to make me launch,
    her room was just opposite mine, the rooms
    were situated in a corridor which was an
    extension of the parlour, by the way this was
    just 2 o’clock in the afternoon. She detached
    her hand from my chick, licks her thumb in a
    most seductive way and wipes through my
    eyelashes in a bid to straighten them…on her
    way out she turns her face back to me and
    asks if I want to come in to the Jacuzzi with
    her, Like a congested Hard disk my brain
    found it hard to process her question, when
    she saw the troubled look on my face she
    smiled mischievously at me and said ‘see you
    in a jiffy’ and she headed to her room…, I
    stood there clueless, with mixed feelings,
    feelings of sexual excitement on one hand
    and a craving for un limitless adventure on
    the other, but the mere thought of her being
    my blood relation extinguished this Nutty
    I dropped my bags unpacked a few clothes
    and items, took a bath and laid down on my
    bed trying to get acquainted with my new
    environment, in the midst of my retrospection,
    my phone rang I picked it up and saw a
    strange number , on answering it I heard a
    female voice, ‘Swidy it’s me Clara, come to
    my room, I need your help with something’ I
    was surprised that she had my number, but
    on second thought I reasoned that my dad
    must have given it to her, but that aside, what
    was paramount on my mind at that moment
    was what she wanted my help for, so I stood
    up and headed to her door, and knocked
    nervously and in less than 5 seconds the door
    opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I stood
    there for a moment completely overwhelmed
    with my mouth Agape, staring directly at my
    so called Aunty who was now…
    Wearing a different outfit, to tell the truth I
    thought I would open the door to see a very
    Unclad Clara, but instead she had changed
    into a white body hug top and a blue jean, I
    could see her pink Bra through her top, which
    held in place her voluptuous bosoms, she
    said I should help put her chain around her
    neck because she can’t seem to do it herself,
    so I took it from her and put the chain
    around her, she used her hand to shift her
    hair to the side, to give room for me to hook
    the chain together, as she waved her hair
    aside i was immediately drawn to the
    tantalising smell of her hair, it smelt like the
    fresh air in the beginning of rainy season, all
    this while, I had never really noticed it, her
    hair was 100% natural she hadn’t fixed any
    attachment, a little longer than the average
    Nigerians woman’s hair, smooth and soft at
    least that’s how it looked, probably she must
    had been treating it with some expensive
    cream, I thought, it was brown in colour but
    there was nothing to suggest that it was due
    for relaxing or perming, I suddenly gained
    consciousness when she said ‘are you done?’,
    I hurriedly hooked the chain and said yes, she
    turned to me, told me to escort her to the car
    so that she can drop me off at a fast food
    just some miles from the house, so I can buy
    myself launch, she told me that she was in a
    hurry to meet up with some one, she dropped
    me at the place, I ate there and I paid my way
    back home, she had a dstv, dvd, and an Ipad
    just lying around the house, so I had no
    reason to get bored. I played around with this
    things till I slept of, if I can recall correctly I
    think she came back around 9pm, when she
    came back she simply covered me with a
    blanket, while I was sleeping on the most
    comfy chair in the world, her parlour chair. I
    slept like a baby that night.

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    bring it on..

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    Thanks @jummybabe… I’m right here, next

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    am here go on

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    the story will really be fun… will meet you at the bus stop sha bcos I dislike suspense

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    OK here I am.. bring it on

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