First , dear talkers, these hekayas will no longer follow a chronological order like Caleb’s story . In my quest for absolution from my wayward ways…(plus the therapist suggested it) ,please allow me to continue my journey for redemption.
For @Bakayaro! 
I promise to keep it short and PG.
It was a random sunny day in Mombasa and I had gone to Mkomani to check on one of my small biasharas. As I was busy inspecting the books ,A lovely voice with nuances of the brit’s accent politely inquired whether we had music by Tchaikovsky.Now , for those who have lived or live in Mombasa know that it is hard to come by a person looking for classical music.
“Which suit would you like?” I asked her. Her eyes lit up as she ordered for Tchaikovsky’s swan lake. We hit it off as one of the attendants searched for the CD and I learnt she was a private music tutor around Nyali as well as a thespian.
That, my friends, is how I met Amani.She stood at 5.4 " tall, rangi ya thou,a nicely shaped Taita princess.We exchanged numbers and soon we were hanging out on the weekends. Amani was intelligent and fun and many nights we spent drinking and talking philosophy until the wee hours.
One particular stormy night , we decided to drive down Mama Ngina’s drive and enjoy the ocean view.We got there around midnight and parked at a perfect spot. We got out and took a walk along the road and looked at the sea , gray and rough welcoming the storm setting in. Suddenly the skies opened and the rain poured in fury.We ran back to the car which was a few paces away but within those few minutes we were soaking wet.
We got in the car and giggled like school girls as we listened to the raindrops hit the car. Amani turned on the passenger sit and looked at my light dress plastered all over my boobs and thighs…(I never wear anything inside my dress while in the coast,due to the ferkin weather)
“You have a beautiful body”…she softly said in her softly accented accent.
"So do you " I responded with a smile as I took in her wet t shirt plastered all over her generous boobs and her tiny shorts cupping her womanhood snugly.
“Have you ever been with a girl?” She asked.
“Yes” I replied with a straight face.
“When?” she exclaimed.
“When I was tipsy” I replied. After a short silence…
“Are you tipsy now?” She giggled sweetly.
“Oh ferk yes!”. I responded.
She moved from her seat in an instant and her mouth found mine in a passionate kiss. My hand slid down on the side of my sit and found the sit adjuster and the sit glided slowly back as our kiss went on. Amani straddled me and our bodies were inches apart. I slowly slid her tee shirt up and removed it,unclasped her bra and released her titties…dear gods they were well rounded and firm and I softly caressed her erect nipples with my thumbs… I could tell she liked that by the way her breath caught. Her hands found the hem of my dress and slid it up my thighs I lifted my hips up and allowed her to slip it off me…So there I was sitting butt naked on the driver’s seat with a petite Taita woman straddling me and grinding her hips on mine.The rain kept on pouring and the windows became foggy with the heat we were emitting as we kissed and touched one another…It was an amazing moment and I pushed her to lean over the steering wheel, I unzipped her shorts and slid my hand inside…perfect,she wasn’t wearing any panties and my finger found her wet and throbbing clit, I rubbed it softly as she played with my boobs, leaning over to kiss them and exciting me more. I pushed a finger inside her cunt and she gasped and became wetter…she moaned as I played with her clit and finger ferked her. She moved up and down and grinded her waist on me ,I fingered her rapidly as my thumb stroked her clit and soon she was spilling her juices all over my hands and screaming out in ecstasy…
Then we heard voices outside our windows…we had not noticed the rain had stopped and she quickly jumped from my sit and we both wore our clothes hurriedly.
"Let’s go finish this in a bed." She whispered and I quickly pulled out the parking lot and drove off.
We arrived at a hotel opposite Barclays hotel,Nkurumah rd. And quickly paid the receptionist and went to our room. As soon as we were in our clothes were flying all over again and this beauty shoved me on to the bed. She climbed on the bed and knelt near my knees and parted my legs exposing my clean shaven puy to her view and she started kissing it…softly sucking my clit and rekindling my desire. She gently pushed in her finger up my cunt and I gasped with pleasure. Her finger worked round and round my cunt, caressing and pushing on my sacred spot not so deep inside as her mouth kissed my clit,softly biting it and sucking it and feeling it get hard and swollen. She inserted he second finger up my cunt and pushed my vagina walls and worked on me rapidly making my puy cum with the joy of mini orgasms…And then I felt it, A sudden pressure inside me, dear gods…A storm like no other was coming, My juices flooded her face as she licked me greedily and fingered me faster , I moaned and pushed my hips up wanting her to eat all my pu**y up…I wanted her to own it. A flood was coming ,I wanted to hold it in…I urged her to stop but she did not.
“Let it all out ,Pseudonym…give me all you got,I want it all.” she demanded.
And I let go …and the dam broke… And a fountain erupted and splashed all over her face, with it came my screams of pure ecstasy.I could not stop…I showered her with all the juices that I had and finally I was spent. She wiped her face and lay besides me…
"That was beautiful ,pseudonym " She smiled at me ,her beautiful eyes warm with appreciation.
All I could do was nod as exhaustion took over and I slept in the arms of dear sweet Amani…I had found peace in a stormy night and my insomnia stayed at bay.
