It's funny how a few words can spoil your whole day. In my own case, the words that had spoilt mg entire day were the ones I had just read off my phone. The text message told me she wasn't coming. She wasn't coming because "something had come up with her boss". "She" was Tolu, the girl that was supposed to visit me today.
I plopped down on my chair and looking down in between my legs, I realized that I still had an erection. I hissed. The "something" that had come up was probably that she was going out with her boss to service him. Women! I didn't blame her though, it would be a pity for that ass to waste. I looked around my parlor. I was impressed with what I saw; the 32inch LG tv was new and gave the place a smart look. The place was even smarter today as i had cleaned up in anticipation of Tolu's visit and the sexual romp that was to follow. Both of which were never going to happen. I hissed again.
I had to arrange for another girl. Someone had to put Junior to sleep i thought looking at the bulge in my shorts. Which girl was available? I was 28, living on my own in a one bedroom apartment with a parlour and kitchen,I was working at one of the numerous consultancy firms in the country and reasonably good looking so girls weren't really a problem for me. I was quite good at the skirt chasing business as a matter of fact. But this was a generally dry time for me. I had just paid my rent to my wicked landlord and decided to hands off girls till I was buoyant again.
Tolu had been an indulgence. Which hadn't worked out fine. The damned rent! If not, I would easily have breezed into town with money in my pocket and...I let the thought go. And the rent...I had to collect my receipt from the evil man.
I headed outside. The compound was a spacious one and contained just two buildings and that of the landlord. The other building had been taken though the people hadn't moved in. I had taken the building as it was the only one i could find that wasn't crammed with 20 or more rooms. I guess that was why the landlord had charged the outrageous amount. But that wasnt why I didn't like him. I didn't like him because anytime he was getting the better of you, he did it with a look in his eye that said he was enjoying screwing you over.
I crossed the empty space and got to his door. The building was quiet as usual. The landlord had no children and stayed Alone with his wife though they weren't so young. At least the man wasn't so young. His wife was quite young and pleasant. She was churchy and always covered her hair.
She came to the door as I knocked and told me that her husband wasn't around but that I could come in and she would search around for the receipt. I agreed and stepped inside.
As I walked in behind her, I noticed for the first time that she wasn't bad in the way of shape either . I smiled.
"Gimme a little time let me check for the receipt in his room".
'Ok'.
As she turned and headed for the room off the dining area. I smiled again. I knew the chance of ever getting within a foot of that ass was lower than my bank balance, but it didn't hurt to dream.
Growing up, I had read tons of stories in Hints, where the tenant had gotten to screw the landlord's wife. I fervently prayed for the God of Hints to grant me a miracle.
'Tony'
'Ma'
'Please come in here and help me search,I don't know where this man hid the receipt'
'Ok ma'.
I stood up from the cushion I was on and headed the way I had seen her go. It turned out the door led to a lobby. I looked left and saw a door standing open,I entered the room.
What happened next could have fit nicely into any of my porn driven adolescent fantasies. My landlady was standing by the door in short red towel. I could literally have picked pieces of my jaw from the floor.
"Tony, can you help me service my engine?"
Before I could answer, my phone rang. I hurriedly pulled it out and hit the red button. But the ringing did not stop. It got louder and the vibration kicked in. I looked up and the scene before me faded.
I was back in my sitting room and my phone was vibrating in my pocket.
Damn.
My hormones must be going crazy,coming up with a dream like that. With my land lad of all people. Shaking my head.
I pulled the phone out of my pocket and it stopped ringing. I checked the the missed call. Tolu. I sighed,why was she now calling me eh ? I hit the call back tab.
"Tony, are you still at home?"
"Yes"
"Ok,I'm coming. I didn't go with my boss again"
She didn't bother to wait for my muttered "ok" before she cut the call.
Yes! I pumped my fist in the air. I was back in the game.
I did a quick scan of the parlour and decided that everything was ready. Only thing left was to take a shower. I sprinted up from the chair and headed for the bathroom. Halfway, there was a knock on my door. I was tempted to ignore it. I didn't want any wandering visitors at the moment and I was sure Tolu couldn't have gotten here that fast. Or could she? Better to check.
I headed for the front door,unlocked my protector and unbolted the door.
I looked straight into the eyes of my landlady.
"Tony,I don't know what is wrong with my car. I think it's the engine. Can you come and help me service my engine?"
