Bitter Sweetness

Episode 2

She was at the kitchen the next morning
when I got out of bed. I had slept too much
that morning for no particular reason I
could muster. Uncle D had left and so was
the dude I thought was the houseboy.

Myself and Onyinye were the ones left at
home. It seemed that she was a full
housewife or probably got out of a job
recently. As I stepped into the kitchen, I
was a bit taken aback. She was chopping
some onions on the kitchen counter for a
fry and so was backing the door. She was
putting on a short and a very skimpy one.

Of course it was her home and it could
easily be explained since she just got out of
bed but that cannot cover for the fact that
it totally tells how Unclad she was
underneath. It held so firmly to her
buttock’s cheeks which were so very round
and pronounced. Her hips jiggled and
swayed the same time as she chopped the
onions, poured them into her fry and
stirred them. I was completely taken. “I
didn’t know you were up” she stunned me!
I had been caught staring and I could not
place a cover on this one. “Ehhmm…yea. I
just walked in. Good morning” I fluffed
back. She had turned now and was making
it to the sink at the other corner of the
kitchen giving me a clearer but also very
impressive view of her b0s0m! This woman
was beautiful, I had to say and she had a
body to kill. The camisole top she had over
her upper half was crimson red and silky
but that does not tell that it dropped
rather low giving viewership to the deepest
cleavage I had ever seen! I made for the
fridge, picked a bottle of water and walked
away. I must not tell too much that I was
feeling good about what I was seeing. This
woman had not shown any reason for me to
think she likes my being here so I must not
also begin placing another burden on her
by making her think I am being a
significant threat to her faithfulness to her
husband. I opted to remain low.

The day crawled by. I was seriously bored. I
had used up all the charge on my laptop
and seriously needed something to while
away time with. Onyinye was appearing
more and more to be the introvert. She
hardly had said a word to me after the
incident in the kitchen. She had served me
breakfast and lunch and had told me to
come and eat on both occasions and that
was the much I had heard from her. I was
only taking consolation from the fact that I
had little time to spend in their apartment.
Not long after Uncle D soon returned home.

I had learnt now that he was a
businessman who dealt on building
materials and the guy I have been seeing
around was his sales boy. He was almost
my age and had been friendly so far. After
exchanging pleasantries and getting to
know how our days went, Uncle D quickly
went for the TV. I was also beginning to see
it was popular past time around here. Not
long after, Onyinye who had been staying
at the bedroom all along, served him
dinner and found a place beside him. She
had changed cloths. She was now wearing
what seemed to be an old shirt over a
suede skirt. She easily started a
conversation with him and at some point
even involved me! “B***h!!” I swore to
myself, “she had purposely stayed off me
all day. She really could talk when she
wanted”. I tried not to show any willingness
to flow with the conversation but it was
really hard to pull off. In fact, I had to laugh
after a particularly funny comment from
her. She was really in total control here and
I could do so little about it. She maintained
eye contact and gesticulated good enough
to explain herself. But just as the
conversation looked to get deeper, I saw
something very unusual and I froze! Right
before me; at the very particular spot
where she sat on the day of my arrival; her
legs were parted and weirdly spread;
slightly angled towards me with her skirt
ridden up to her mid-thigh! She was
presenting me an upskirt! I had to quickly
pull away my eyes, reassess the situation
to reassure myself that this was reality and
not a dream. We were three in the living
room with her husband inclusive and from
her sitting manner yesterday, it was
obvious she could not possibly be the same
person with her legs so casually parted
that way. This was not possible! I returned
my gaze but not to that previous spot but
to her face and there she was looking at me
in the face, telling her story of which I was
not following anymore and maintaining a
radiant smile. I had to be sure it was a
mistake on her own part and had to stare
again at the parted legs certain she would
trace and follow my stare as I did. And yes
they were still parted and in fact more
revealing. I could now see her inner thighs
and the various ridges that formed its
roundness. I was scared her husband would
see this and was even more scared he
would catch me watching too. I stood and
walked away into the kitchen. Right there, I
had a glass of water and gave my J0yst!ck a
little pressure to counter the slight
s£nsat!ons I was already seriously
receiving. When I felt I had recomposed
myself, I walked back into the living room.

Uncle D had finished eating and she was
packing up his plates as I walked in. “I was
not going to see those scenes anymore” I
thought to myself. Really felt sad about it.

Uncle D was speaking of using the toilet
which told me he was thoroughly satisfied.

I moved my attention back to the TV now
but that was not for long as Onyinye
stepped out again into the living room. I
would hardly not think of her presence now
after what happened earlier. She made for
her seat and as we kept on with the TV she
soon continued with her talk but now
directed towards me. It revolved more
around the talent hunt playing out on TV
and I was now convinced this woman knew
exactly what she was doing. This was the
same lady who had avoided me all day
when we were actually the only ones
together but has entirely thrown herself
open now the hubby was at home. I needed
to tread carefully.