Lonely women episode 2

Patricia’s POV

I felt no shame when my friend, Winifred caught my driver going down on me. In fact, if anything, I was angry. Why the hell did she have to come and ruin the fun for me? Couldn’t she had just sat patiently in the car and wait for me? She just had to come spoil it all just when I was about to reach orgasm. Slipping my arms back into the sleeve of my dress and pulling the front over my breasts after tucking them into my bra.

“Ehn-ehn, what?” I snapped. “What did you see that you have not seen before?!” I asked angrily, getting off my desk and pulling my dress down. I didn’t even bother about my pant, I just picked it and pushed it into my handbag.

“Patricia, you are asking me that?!” She questioned in surprised. “Do you realized that you are a married woman and your driver was just sucking-” she couldn’t finished the words.

I hissed. “It’s my honeypot he was eating, how does that concern you, Wini? See, if you know what is good, just keep your words to yourself. Don’t let me change it for you.”

She was still stunned and then managed to utter one word. “Why?”

I glared at her. “Why? Are you kidding me right now? Why? You want to know right?”

I flashed back to that morning when I walked out of the bathroom naked after a bath and my husband who was in his early seventies and was a seated on the bed, writing me a cheque, looked up and I noticed his eyes follow the lower part of my body as I crossed the room to my dresser to cream.

He adjusted his glasses and stared at me above the rim. “Pat?” He called.

“Hmmm?” I barely answered as I placed a foot on the stool and began to cream my leg with a lotion that cost me two hundred and fifty thousand naira which I had ordered online from Paris.

He cleared his throat and asked. “When did you start to shave down there?”

I frowned and glanced down at my pelvic. “Since last year, it’s funny that you only started noticing now.”

“Since our twelve years of marriage, you have never shaved that area.”

“Chief, do you go down on me? Why should I bother shaving when all you do is just slot your pencil in every six months and just after a round, it’s as if you are at the brink of having a heart attack. Chief, this is part of my new personal hygiene, so just leave it alone, or is your own pubic hair missing?”

He sighed then asked instead, “What did you say you needed the fifteen million for again?”

“Chief, I need to restock my boutique. Those workers of mine are stealing from me.”

“Then fire them and employ a new staff!” He stated.

“Chief, the devil you know is actually better than the angel you do not. All I need is to catch one of them red handed and I’ll make sure that person and his or her entire family spend the rest of their miserable lives in jail.”

He ignored him, scribbled his signature, tore the cheque out and placed it on the bed. As he stood up, I turned to meet him, putting my arms around his neck. “Chief…” I cooed sultrily. “Let’s do small na before you leave for Abuja again.”

He frowned. “What about the one we did last night?”

I pouted. “Chief, it’s not enough now, you really have to work on this one round of a thing. I’m a three round woman. How can you give me just one round and expect my body to be okay? Just please give me one more now, even though, it’s small.” I begged.

“Look, Patricia, my flight is in a hour’s time and I definitely do not want to be late for the Senate meeting.”

I heaved a sigh then took his hand to my honeypot. “Okay, what about blowing me for just five minutes, I really need it.”

“What is blowing?” He asked, puzzled.

Bush man! I said in my head then audibly explained. “Blowing me is putting your lips…” I placed a finger on his lips and then to my honeypot. “…down here!”

“Jesus!” He exclaimed and quickly backed away from me, giving me a look of disgust. “Have you lost your mind, woman?! At my age you want me to commit an abomination?!”

I gave him a disgruntled look. “Which one is abomination again?”

“See, I don’t have time for such nonsense! My mouth is meant for eating and speaking in the house of Senate, there’s no way I’m going to even take my mouth near that place, not even if a gun was aimed at my head.”

I glared at him now and said. “I see… You don’t want to, right? No problem. You can go.”

He hesitated. “Won’t you see me off to the airport like you used to?”

I folded my arms under my chest and lifted my chin with my face turned away. “I’m not in the mood.”

He stared at me for a moment, tucked his check book into his native attire pocket, adjusted his cap on his head then left the room. I was angry and I slumped down on the bed, placing my chin on my palm.

That day, I was angry throughout and I vented my anger on those that I could. I snapped and yelled easily at the maid, the gateman, my driver and even my staff were not spared. I was returning home from my boutique when my driver interrupted the silence in the car.

“Madam?”

“What?!” I asked tersely.

It was dark but I could see him glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Abeg, I wan piss.”

“Can’t you wait till you get home before taking a leak?!” I angrily demanded.

He swallowed hard and I could see the uneasiness on his face. “Madam, abeg, I don dey hold am since. My bladder don dey pain me sef.”

Sighing heavily after a brief consideration, I said, “Fine, you can take a leak when you find the next comfortable spot to.”

He nodded and thanked me. Soon, he pulled to a stop at the shoulder of a deserted street to urinate in the bush. I was checking my phone for any message from my husband when I looked up and my eyes caught the sight of his manhood. A shiver ran through my body immediately and I found myself craning my neck to get a better look. Oh my God! This guy was big o! How could such a skinny young guy possess such an instrument of destructive pleasure.

When I saw him coming back and zipping his pants, I let him get back into the car and then stopped him just as he was about turning the key in the ignition.

“Sani, don’t start the car yet.” I said.

He turned in his seat to give me a puzzled look. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted out before I could catch myself.

He smiled shyly. “Yes madam, her name na Mariam.”

“This Mariam girl, do you have sex with her often?”

If he was surprised at my questions concerning his sexual life, he tried not to show it. “Madam, we dey do small small. Mariam dey complain say I too big, so she no dey really let me do like that.”

“It’s obvious that this Mariam doesn’t appreciate what she has. Anyway, Sani, have you ever eaten out a woman before?” When he gave me a confused look, I realized that he probably didn’t understand what I was talking about, so I shifted to his level. “You don suck woman thing before?”

He suddenly burst into laughter. “Mariam like that one well well.”

I smiled. I knew I had hit jackpot and I felt myself moistening up just at the thought of being eaten. I warily glanced around us and realized that the street we were was deserted even though it was just 9:07 in the night. “Sani, oya, switch off the headlights and come to the back.”

He gave a baffled frown. “Madam, wetin happen?”

“Just come to the back and stop asking questions.” I said impatiently.

He obeyed and soon got down the car and joined me in the back. Immediately he entered, I grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply. He was stunned but when I grabbed him down there, he knew that I was not joking around. I quickly laid my back against the door and spread my thighs for him. “Delve in.” I ordered, pushing the thong of my lace panties to the side.

He hesitated, probably confused and scared that this might be a trap. “Madam, wetin you want make I do?” He asked in a scared unsure tone.

“Do what Mariam likes to me.”

“Madam-” he started to protest.

“Go down there my friend!” I snapped, grabbed his head and pushed it down between my legs and when his tongue shyly stuck out to give my honeypot a lick, I was already gone! When ate me for more than twenty minutes and when he finally slid into me at my anxious request, he touched every nook and cranny my husband had not touched in twelve years. In fact, he overfilled me and soon the car was bouncing at our motion.

To Be Continued…

NOTE: Please this story isn’t written for a corrupt purpose, I’m only giving descriptive details so you relate more with the message I’m trying to pass. Thank you