Older woman, younger man part 3

If I can just do a quick review of this document, I’ll be through for the day, I thought to myself flicking through the 50 page report I had just printed. I mean today is Friday for jeez’s sake…
I’ll start at the Bar L’Africana in the old town… and see how it goes from there, I continued absentmindedly turning the pages, trying to force my mind to focus on what I was trying to review.
An almost non-existent rap on my door jerked me back from the document I was starting to circle and underline in red pen.
“Come in”, I replied, not looking up.
“Hi” he said coming in slowly, hesitantly. “You said I could drop by…”
“Eh, yes,” perhaps I will be drinking more than beers and vodkas this evening, I thought.
“How you doing?” I asked, not offering him a seat
“Fine”
“Yeah… I just realized that the stata program is per user, so the CD is of no use to you really” I said getting up from my seat, “but this laptop here, is an extra… I smiled indicating the laptop on my side table, “I don’t use it… rarely do… and you can borrow it whenever!” I finished smiling triumphantly.
“Oh really? That’s cool”
“As for the documents, they are up there, let me get them….” The documents were stacked precariously on an upper shelf, I tried to reach for them…inching up against the shelf,
“Let me get them”he said… coming close… I stepped back and bumped into him..
“Sorry”
I smiled
He reached for the shelf and I squeezed past him seemingly to get a folder at a much lower level… grazing his back with my breasts…quickly… but deliberately.. I felt his back stiffen sharply… I moved away…
“Thanks” I smiled collecting the folders.
“Yeah…”
“You know you will really have a great time if you spend time going through this one thoroughly…” I said stamping on a bulky blue folder and staring at him intently, my eyes saying something else entirely.
I saw the red climb from the collar of his shirt up to his hairline.
“Ok” He smiled sheepishly and continued to stare at me 2 buttons below neck level.
“It’s pretty quiet around here after 5” he smiled moving closer just a tiny step… not too close… but enough to invade my space.
“Ahah! You are totally game!” I crowed in my head.
“That’s cos everybody has gone home… and today is Friday… most folks can’t wait to get outta the door” I moved closer too… a slightly bigger step than his… but definitely significant enough.
“Yeah”
I kissed him… claiming his lips for a brief moment… broke it…I reached for his mouth again deepening the kiss and broke it again… now he came back… his left hand in the small of my back, he pulled me into him… I am 5ft 11, and he is still taller… much so.
His mouth explored mine… wet and cool and soft at the same time… he grazed my lower lips sucking on them, back to my upper lip… then both…sucking them at once... his tongue in my mouth...seeking and teasing... hell of a kisser…
We go at this for a minute… then I feel the cool breeze from the window on my skin, and he lowers his head…gently biting me through the gossamer lace of Victoria’s secrets that was struggling to hold me in…my back is pressed into my book shelf, I don’t care right now.
He raised his head for a second, reaching behind me to release the hooks, 1,2,3 and I burst free… in all my glory… shaking slightly… nipples darkened with desire…
“Hmm”, he moans…lowering his head again… he licked and sucked urgently… his tongue flickering back and forth… going from one to the other… while his right hand roams down my skirt to push it up… to my waist.
He finds my thighs and caresses them softly… upwards till he finds the wetness dripping through lace…his finger curved in a ‘Q’ he stroked me back and forth… the feeling was intense... exquisite delight… my mouth went dry… I looked at his face… all red… and his blue eyes slightly glazed and many shades darker…
Gently, he stirred me to my desk… I smile at him with my eyes… and mouth… and lying on my desk assumed Mahmood’s favorite position… Mahmood would visit me at work… just to do this.
He pushed the reports and papers out of the way pushing some of the them to the ground… and drops to his knee…pushing my legs as far apart as my skirt would allow; a tramp who hasn’t seen food in a week couldn’t be more enthusiastic… I tried to stifle my moans…
Twice I felt the volcanoes erupting in all their brilliance…spreading their warm inside me, through me… before he raised his head smiling at me… some arrogance in his face now…
“You good?”
“Like honey baby” I replied smiling impishly and jumping off the desk…
I turned around, dropped my skirt and my very rumpled thong and laid face down to the waist on the table…
“Hit me baby” I drawled… bar L’Africana, cidars and vodka can definitely wait a few hours….

Older woman, younger man part 2

If you are getting confused... the previous post starts part 1
"Hello, I'm Fatima" one of the girls, the dark one... cant guess her nationality

"Jack… " definitely British... up north maybe

"Lillian…" the other girl... American

"Can I seat with you guys?"

"Yeah sure…"
"Sure…"
"Yeah… "
They chorused… brief smiles…faltering…

I can almost read their minds… "Why is she sitting with us…. We are new, trainees… she is what? An executive? principal advisor?..."

"So how are you guys finding it here, settling in well?"

He shrugged

I smiled… cat got his tongue now…

"calm down" I say with my eyes, "this is only conversation"

"Its okay"… Lillian smiled charmingly, but with steel in her eyes.

Ah ah! Know thy enemy… you hey?... I smiled back at her and said "Don’t worry it only gets better…"

"So what are you guys working on exactly… same projects?" I asked intentionally turning to Fatima.

"Well I'm working with Phillip on the cost effectiveness analysis of some drugs for a pharma in London" she replied.

"Phillip Donja in Health Economics?"

"Yeah and it's really fascinating and all"

I let her drone on for a minute.
"And you guys?"

"Doing a costing evaluation for the NHS" he said.

"Drugs or treatments?"

"Treatments, cancer"

"You too?" I turned to Lilian

"I'm working with Anita on the cost effectiveness of introducing some drugs in Africa"

"Ah! The Americans and their plan to save the whole world" I smirked … Anita… unfortunately…is also the office queen bee and bitch rolled into one.

"Well actually…

I cut her short… "that reminds me…. I do have a load of stuff that might help you with your costing evaluation and you are going to need a STATA software, do you have that?" I asked Jack.

"No, I don’t" he shook his head

"Okay drop by my office, later today or something"

"Okay guys, gotta rush now…" I got up briskly and dropped my coffee cup in the trash in one fluid motion…. "Of course, if you guys need anything, you wanna talk, you need answers to something… or more work" I added drily, I'm in room 4114" I paused then added "anytime" and strode off.

"I don’t like her" I heard Lillian whisper, her American accent givîng her away without my having to look.

'Tut tut I can hear you'… I smile to myself 'and you don’t count!'

Older woman, younger man

There is a saying that in the perfect world, the older women would be with the young men and the young girls with the old men. Why is this? Perhaps because the older woman and the young men are at the same phase in life, likewise the young girl and the older men.

The older woman finally comfortable in her sexuality... every act her pleasure in mind... no longer all about him and the younger man voraciously exploring his... both of them unwilling to complicate issues... at that point...

The younger woman a dreamer... wanting much more than the sex and the older man... knowing there is much more than the sex and willing to îndulge the younger woman...

Why am i rambling on about this, because i am the older woman, sitting in the office lounge and 45 degrees to the north of me... he is sitting there... laughing... cute like a button... sexy as red...body to die for... 22 years old... at most 25...

I have caught his eyes twice... and the second time he wasnt so quick to look away... this one is mine! i gloat in my head, at the two girls he is having coffee with... both oblivious of our silent conversation...

Looking at him i remember Mahmood... insatiable, exciting, 22 year old Mahmood...that lasted 6 months... 6 months of heart pumping, in-every-dangerous corner...grab-the-table-the-ride is on... sex...

Regretfully, it had to end... he was starting to get clingy, asking why, where, when and who... had to let him go... he was forgetting... not to complicate issues...

I got up and strode across the room... time to make my move...

"Hi, I'm Anasenwa...."

Tyger in the convent's shadow

I now live in a convent... what is hmmm? hen? you think i'm not holy enough? or i like boys pass?... no talk like that jo... i am now living in a convent... simple...

okay as a boarder! lol

for economic and aesthetic reasons, tyger has taken up board in this beautiful convent that runs a foyer for young ladies...

leave story.. them go look your face well.. say you no get devil spirit or look, no come spoil the daughters of mary wey dey inside...
anyway, to all you player haters... dem look my face... dem like am... dey give me room for 500 dollars a month! breakfast thrown in ... cheapest shit in this side of the world...lol

but.. you know as my mind dey work... i look all the sisters (dem no be like all those sisters we dey get for secondary school wey dey bitter and wicked o) dem all dey serene, and sweet... all atleast 60 years old ... and i dey think .... these people no dey do! chei! at all at all! chei!married to Jesus!

i know no o...
i ask one of them i say Sister Eliza, how long you being married to Jesus? she say 41 years my daughter!! yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, mo gbe... that place don close...

i no be like all of you na devil pikins, wey go dey talk say them nuns they sneak go 'do'...

you suppose see these people... you go know say 'do' no dey their body... wahala!... lol..

i still dey think am o...

if you love Jesus reach that kind put up your hand...
yeye girls and boys!

will i become like them?

Tyger has moved location again... and right now i'm in Europe, hiding away in some international organisation...pretending to work...lol

When i was going to start here, i said to myself 'you have to dress well in this place o ha!' so like a headless chicken i ran to the stores again... and if you say anything about 'excuse to shop' i will slap you!.

Anyway, i resumed work in my nice 'half of one month's allowance suit' and looking good. in less than 6 hours i became aware of certain appalling facts.

1. these people dont do nothing - 30mins breakfast, 1 hour lunch... numerous breaks here and there ... there is actually a huge lounge for hobnobbing... and they all run home on the bendy bus 8.

2. it is a ministry! imagine ministry of health osogbo osun state or ministry of sports ibadan, now transport all those people to switzerland and give them tags to wear.

3. they are the worst dressers in the world... ohmegosh! i want to faint 10 times!...i'm not talking colour riot londoner kinda dressing o... that one can be artsy sometimes... i'm talking painful-bad-arse-terrible-give-you-an-headache-bad dressing.

in case you think Tyger don come again... exaggerating
here goes

1. ankara tucked inside levis 101 jeans.
2. trainers on nylon gown
3. bold print on strip trousers
4. pink waist coat, white trouser, puke green silk shirt and it was a guy!
5. knicker boggers!

its like they are stuck in 1985 and forgot to come out.... the women wear perms and rayon gowns... i try not to laugh... i was tempted to take pictures yesterday when i saw someone with his vest tucked into short knicker and a brigh peacock drawn on it waistcoat! what the...? awon mofo yi wanna kill me...

i know the pay is not what people on the outside love to think it is ... but men! it CANNOT BE THIS BAD NA!...

My fear has gone from not dressing well... to worrying that in a few days this people will not look funny any more and in a few weeks they will be normal looking and in two months they will start looking pretty... and then... i will be dressing like them? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

a letter to their association

sometimes last year, a girlfriend got shot by armed robbers! for not exiting her car fast enough for them to steal.

They were going from car to car… and shooting everybody… shooting! What did they want exactly? Why couldn’t they just take the cars, the money and the jewelry? I’m sure nobody would resist them… Nigerians are now wise and very cooperative with these angels of death or should I say demons of death… cos heaven has nothing to do with this.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs… scream till I’m hoarse ‘TAKE EVERYTHING AND JUST LEAVE US ALONE!’ I wish they had an association, a representative body cos I would write them a letter. I would say

‘Dear Armed robbers and killers association of Nigeria, Lagos branch,

We know that you will rob us, that you will take from us what we have earned through hard labour, sweat and many hours of working late and on weekends.

We know, but we also know that nemesis will catch up with you! That one day your reign of terror will be over and we will fill the prisons with your filth and we will not practice social welfare in there! This is not the United Kingdom.

We will make your life hell for the many years of torment you have given us and employ every form of bureaucracy to ensure you serve your sentence twice over! Maybe even trice!.. if someone like me is in power… by then!

We know that you will snatch from us… but we ask that you snatch property… material things… please do not snatch our souls… do not take that which cannot be replaced… do not rob us and rob generations to come of wonderful mothers and fathers, of leaders; do not deprive the people at home of the hero in their lives… no matter how tired and burnt out we look, we are somebody’s hero and even for you we are the goose that lays the golden egg.

If you kill us all, who will you rob tomorrow?… think of these things carefully when you rob us. Do not kill your golden goose or gander… killing us adds no value to you, no monetary value, no benefit… zilch…

I’m aware that killing us might bring you some utility, some happiness… but it is transient and misplaced… you are happy because you think you have killed an oppressor! How foolish you are! Your oppressors ride in motorcades and have body guards… they oppress you and us! And use your brothers and sisters as their bodyguards. So your joy is misplaced, your utility is misdirected and our deaths uncalled for… can’t you see? Don’t you understand?… we are the evidence that you can also crawl out of the hole!… we are the result of hope, hard work and perseverance! It is possible our very existence tells you. Can’t you see that?
Oh I forgot! your face is covered with a pair of black socks! You cannot see anything!

All I say is this, leave us alone, take what you want but do not take our lives, you should be grateful that at least we accept your presence… for now’.

The main market for scrap metals was closed the week before so ‘all the boys’ have nothing to sell, no money to eat and so they are angry! So ?...

I so hate misdirected efforts… take your crude guns and marijuana induced anger and head to the state house, house of assembly.. the senate… take your anger to the right place… don’t come and shoot us and take the toys given to us by those who enslaved us in the name of work.

We get sacked too, laid off, after the organisational review by those smooth talking consultants! We don’t run around naked pulling out our hair and biting people… we try again! At something else.

I do not say it is good, that some people are hungry, unemployed or have nowhere to sleep… I do not say it is fair that there is so much inequality and so few opportunities that we all have to scramble for, but listen to me carefully; it doesn’t give you the right to kill…

Although this highly opinionated letter of mine is just a letter but i do hope it turns into a prayer of some sorts and may all my wishes for you in it come true.

With no Regards,

Tyger

I was tagged!

The rules are:
1. Link the person who tagged you to this post
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged
This meme is about any particular mannerism you have, ok?

I have been tagged by aloted so
lets fly:

1. i wake up to drink water in the middle of the night! who else does that? please tell me you all do!... i wake up, 2am, 3am with a patched throat 4 nights out of 5 and i must drink water before i go back to sleep. so there is always a bottle or glass of water near by bed.
2. i stutter! they say girls dont stammer only boys do... lie! i do something o... i repeat words a few times before they roll out ... especially when i'm excited.. it was quite bad growing up... but i have learn't to control it so i'll come across now as somebody who speaks very fast! wait till i'm all excited though then i revert!
3. i hate washing clothes! i hate washing clothes so much my hands shake when i do it
4. i wake up very slowly and perk up as the day goes by - i never understand why people want to grin and laugh in the morning!... i never get it.
5. I fantasize about me on a distant beach/Island with music playing, trees swaying and my white skirt bellowing… I’m always in white in that fantasy.
6.I love to see people in Love, and I love the whole idea of love, but I have a LTCD (long term commitment Disorder) and it scares me

i now tag - baroque, sagacite, ziariz, kunle says,