High and Dry - A Short Story

Deji had hoped his boss would excuse him from the team that was going to visit the client whose home had been burgled. Not only was he tired, he had a report that was long overdue for submission. Only by luck had it not been requested of him yet. Just over an hour ago, he and two others had just returned from visiting a client at a far-flung part of the city.
He began working on the said report. Just as he began getting into it, he'd been summoned and told that he'd be part of the other team going to visit another client at Okota. His boss apologized for the inconvenience. The man was nice about the whole thing, so off they went; him and two others.
He wasn't happy. The job paid quite well and he was thankful he got it, but the pressure on the staff was enormous. They needed to hire more hands, he thought. They were to visit clients who reported damage or loss of insured of possessions; to assess the damage and ensure there was no foul play. There were other things the job required of him, and he was quite good at what he did. He'd nipped some fraudulent schemes in the bud.
Deji was stressed and felt cranky. The loud jabbering of the other passengers in the car didn't help. He wished he could tell them to shut up. He sat there, seething inside.
Finally they got to the apartment. A big woman let them in. She didn't smile and greeted them curtly. They told her what they came for, sat and asked questions, most of which she answered rudely. She scowled at them, her eyes drilling into each and every one of them one after the other, as they questioned her as politely as they could. After all, her home just got burgled. No one would be glad if something like that happened to them. They all seemed to acknowledge the fact, and remained highly courteous despite her hostility which she was not even trying to hide. Besides, she was their customer; they really had no choice but to act professional, acceding to the customer's supremacy. She looked sullen, and angry. He was not able to ask more than two questions as his colleagues had covered almost all the angles.
There was something oddly familiar about her. He dismissed the notion and tried to focus on the task on his hand. Yet the feeling didn't leave. When she turned to him to answer his question, something had flickered in her eyes, akin to recognition. He couldn't be so sure though, as that scowl quickly clouded her face again. They rounded up the questioning, asked her if they could look around for a moment. She nodded, and watched them warily as they probed. They whispered to each other a lot, took few pictures, and finally left.
There was something about that woman. He couldn't shake the feeling. He was however glad they were out of there. She’d looked like she could saw off their heads and feel no remorse. He tried to juggle his memory He sat silently, trying to place that face. Trying to move around information in his head till he got what he wanted. His phone rang.
"Hello," came the sweet voice on the other end of the line.
It was Maria, a girl he was seeing. She called to say she was coming later. He told her he was expecting her. When the call ended, he felt a lot better. There was a promise of something good later. He felt a lot better just thinking about it. Maria had that effect on him. She was truly beautiful. The prettiest he had actually ever seen. That was what had caught his attention when they met few months back. She had been stood up by someone, and she had stood by his own car, while she relentlessly called the guy, or whoever the hell was stupid enough to stand-up a girl as hot as this, Deji had thought at the time. He'd seen the sad look etched in her face and had not been able to drive away. He asked few questions, and ultimately offered her a ride. He'd dropped her, and had given her some money and his number since she had refused to give him hers. He thought she wouldn't call.
But she did.
She sounded grateful when she called him the next day. She gave him her number and BBM pin. They'd become close slowly, but surely. They went out on few dates, chatted a lot. She seemed to like sending him her pictures. He didn't mind those. The girl was damn beautiful, who would say no to such?
She was dark and had a straight physique. There wasn't anything remarkable about her breasts or backside. He'd checked those out. Average.
Her face was the catch. There was an ethereal beauty about the way her eyes and nose and lips were arranged… he often stared at her, trying to imagine how much work God put into carving out her features. Most times, he’d end up smiling to himself, and she would smile back at him, brightening up the whole place with her smile, and would coyly ask, “What?” in a sultry tone, batting her eyelids at him. She knew she was beautiful, but she could never imagine how awed he always got at the sight of her face.
To crown it all, she was a good lay. The girl was good in the sack. He remembered the first time they had shagged. That first time...
She'd called him out of the blue that day. He was at work, waist deep in work. She said she wanted 2 take him out. He'd laughed out loud and reminded her that she was only a student, and she had laughed back and told him to shut up. She asked him again and he agreed to it. He'd stayed late at work and caught up with her looking like someone who had indeed had a long day. She hugged him sweetly. He laughed.
She hopped in his car and directed him to a place close to her school, YabaTech. The population, unsurprisingly, was made more of students, but he hadn't minded. The gesture warmed him. He made a mental note to get her a nice gift in return.
She slightly kicked his leg under the table sometime into the meal, he ignored it, thinking it was a mistake. He shifted his feet under his chair. Soon he felt her hand on his thighs as she smiled to him a mischievous smile. Deji smiled back, trying hard not to think too much about the message his brain was relaying to him.
They'd known only a while. He hadn’t wanted to scare her off. It was not really his style though, but he just somehow wanted to play it cool with this one. That was why he had yet to fully pursue the idea of bedding her. But with that move she pulled… his mind suddenly started thinking about it. He concluded in his mind that it was about time he did something. Soon enough, he thought again, shaking his head slightly and flashing a smile at her. Her mischievous smile was still in place as she absentmindedly played with the remaining food on her plate. “Soon enough,” Deji thought to himself once again, and proceeded to continue with his dinner.
Afterwards, he was driving her the short distance back to school when she said, "take me to your place." He pretended as though he didn't hear.
"Come on, Deji, don't be a chicken. Do I have to beg you?" She crooned, smiling.
But... how about classes tomorrow," he stammered.
"Don't worry."
He had taken her home that night. His mind in overdrive as he drove. He had thought to take it slow... but slow surely wasn't her way. She'd come at him immediately they entered the apartment. No intro, no small talk. Just straight to the point. Fierce, unbridled passion. Right there at the door, immediately he turned the lock, she had snaked her arms around her neck, and raised her lips to his... Hungrily
For a second his brain ceased. He didn't need it anyway... All that mattered were his lips and he gave it to her... Meshing and twining.
They staggered together, connected by the lips, till they made it to the bedroom. His suit and tiny suitcase lost along the way. As soon as they reached the room, they began tearing at each other's clothes. Buttons undone speedily and shirt carelessly tossed away. The little clingy gown she wore slid off her shoulders as he unzipped it at the back and let it fall around her legs.

He cupped her buttocks, clad in black lacy panties, and squeezed recklessly, pulling her close to himself... His hardening self. A little moan escaped her as her crotch connected with his turgid member, still hidden behind his pants. Fire raged in her belly...
The kiss deepened and she pressed herself against him more, wanting to feel his warmth against her. "My bra" she managed to mumble. He struggled briefly with the clasp and she gave him a hand. As soon as it came off, he bent his head & took one tiny nipple in his mouth. "Oooooh," she sighed, as tiny electric currents seemed to enter the core of her being from the warmth of his mouth. Her legs felt so weak.

Her head thrown back in rhapsody, she grabbed hold of his head, holding him place. The fire was intensifying; and she wanted more of it, "Oooooh Deji.... Oooohhhh Deji..... Deji..."
Her moans, little purrs of delight crazed him. There was something about the way she called his name. He rolled the tip around with his tongue, and covered the other with his other hand. She held him tighter... Stars swam around her. Bliss.

She felt a hand slide into her panties. Her heart raced. He just held the hand there, unmoving, and took as much of her as he could in his mouth. She shivered. And held him tighter to herself. She closed her eyes and surrendered to him... his touch... she could do nothing else...

The hand in her panties moved. A casual swipe over her soft folds of warmth and wetness... She shivered again, eyes tightly shut, legs numb. The movement in her panties became firmer, more assured. He was still at her boobs, sucking on the other nipple just as expertly as before. He located a little button down in her panties, and flicked, just once; and that was enough to make it seem as if a opened and light flooded her eyes.

She vibrated as wave upon wave seemed to crash all over inside her. He didn't stop touching that button... oooh she liked it so. The need became too much, too unbearable...
“Now!" She ordered with a hoarse whisper.
"Now, please," she repeated.
She hit off his hand and reached for his belt, undoing it in a blind rush. She needed to be filled. A need that only one thing could satisfy. Off went the unneeded clothes and they climbed into the bed... two needy bodies... two strong passions waiting to burst together into ecstasy...
He looked at her, as if asking one more time for permission, and she smiled a nervous smile, as she prepared herself to be taken higher. He hovered over her… few seconds, using his hand to press the tip of his stiff cock on her orifice. Slowly he eased himself into her. She dragged in air through her teeth as he slid into her wetness. She watched him for few seconds as he worked his way in and out of her. He groaned once and picked up the pace. She moaned as his thrusts became faster, firmer. Her mind shut off to everything else. Every sound was shut out. She only felt. Nothing else was possible in the circumstance. He was so hard. She tightened herself around him. He kept it up. Faster... faster still.

By now wave upon wave of euphoria had begun washing over her. She cried out his name repeatedly s each of the sweet sensation rose and descended on her. She felt slicker, and she was calling his name. He drove himself into her once more, caution thrown to the wind. Once more… A rush began somewhere inside him... he thrust once more. The wind gathered... he pushed into her once more... and time stopped. But only for a second. The next instant he was released gloriously into a bliss he never thought possible. He jerked... Again... and he came.

He jerked few more times and collapsed beside her. She instantly came to him, placing his head on her chest and playing with his ear.

That had been then; the first time. He smiled as he thought of the things that might go down later that night, and his day suddenly became brighter...