My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E28

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My I.t Sexcapades - S01 E28

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

As she went upstairs I kept staring at the manner

her rear view swayed, and suddenly she turned

and looked at me and our eyes jam each other

and I noticed her smile and a wink.

I quickly turned my head in shame and smiled to

myself. I sat still and admired the beauty of the

sitting room, the lush green curtains, the

chandler suspended from the ceiling, the

beautiful flower vases with natural flowers, and

the beautiful paintings on the wall.

This is how I want my sitting room to look like I

thought.

I was still admiring the Cosiness of the sitting

room when I heard footsteps from the stair case

and immediately my head darted towards the

direction of the sound and I behold my madam.

She have changed into a casual wear and she

looked like ten years have been slashed away

from her normal age. I mean she looks so young

and fresh. She was in a plain bum shot that did

little to cover her laps, the freshest laps I have

ever seen, even her daughter’s own were not this

fresh.

They were like a pair of polished burning coals of

Africa. Her top were just sheer V neck tshirt.

I can swear she was with no bra on, I can see

the clear outline of her Tips.

The v neck was

doing no great job at all to cover her top

booobs. I kept staring, completing forgetting my

courtesy.

“How do I look?” She asked pausing few steps

away, probably to bring me out of my reverie.

“Very nice ma’am” I mumbled.

She just smiled and joined me on the couch.

“feel at home young man, what will you love to

take?” I just nodded my head and said “Anything

you take I take” That seem a satisfactory answer

to her and she stood up immediately towards

the dining. I just cant remove my eyes from her

as sh walked away.

I know she know I was staring at her but she

never turned.

I saw her coming with a pack of soya milk and

two cups on a tray. She dragged the side stool

in front of us and set the tray. As she bet to

drop the tray I prayed her b0s0m pou out from

the hem of her top as a whole lot of flesh was

on display. I felt a kick from my ladle and I put

on my defensive mood which I have acquired

within my two weeks training from my madam

and I felt my ladle calm. (am not gonna tell you

the defensive mood! Tongues)

She sat by my side and poured out the drink for

both of us. I carried my drink and sipped.

The taste was wonderful, its been long since I

tasted soya milk.

“Hmm what a delicious taste” I exclaimed

genuinely. And she smiled. “You know I know

good things” She replied “No doubt about that

madam” I agreed with taking the cup back to my

lips for another sip. “hope you don’t mind my

dressing, this is my house wear” She said eying

me. “No not at all ma’am,” I lied. “if I were at

home I would have strip to my undies

immediately I enter the room” I added and she

shook her head in concur-ment. “So you men

you want to strip to your undies now?” She

blurted out and the question made me spill a

little of the drink in my mouth> “No! Am not in

my house” “O, so y must it only be in your

house?” “Because it’s my territory” I defended

and she just managed a small laugh. “well you

male folks are lucky, you can always pull your

shirts unlike we the female folks” she said “well

that is why we have more freedom” I glee at her.

she made to get hold of my lips and I edged

backwards and mistakenly her drink spilled on

my dress andshe exclaimed and started

apologizing. “am sorry dear” “No problem

ma’am” I lied. I was thinking of how ugly the

stain will look on my white shirt. “Sorry” She

repeated again. “Pull it lemme put it in the

washing machine” she added and a smile crept

into my face as I pulled the shirt.

I was now on my singlet as I handed the shirts

to her. “O my Nneji, You are an old man, look at

the amount of chest hair you possess” She said

playfully and I just laughed.

“Don’t mind this thing that grows anyhow” I

said. She was indeed thrilled by the hairs as she

brought her hands on my chest tugging the

hairs.

“so soft and fluffy” She teased. I giggled and I

noticed her fingers were still roaming on my

chest “You know I never knew you were this

hairy! I love Chest hairs alot, they turn me up”

She confessed withut hesitation. I just kept the

smile on my lips glowing as she suddenly

removed her hands and headed towards the

dining “Let me put these in the machine” She

said as she exits the door by the left hand of the

dining. I sat down with a glad mind that I will

not look messy while leaving. Such a caring lady

I thought.

It did not take long for her to return back to the

sitting room and she joined me back on the

couch still staring at my chestand she smacked

her lips as he palms came back to my chest and

she pulled a strand of curly hair that pulled out

to a length of two inches (yes am that hairy)

“hope you don’t mind am always fascinated by

chest hairs” she said as she continued pulling

tenderly “Not at all” I responded.

Meanwhile I can feel my ladle kicking, I couldn’t

control it this time around but thanks to my

jeans. They helped to conceal it.

“So tel me what turns you more in a woman?”

she asked not looking at me but still tugging at

the hairs. I was flinched at the question but

quickly composed. “uhmmm, booobs” I mumbled

and she giggled “men and booobs”

“How comes you didn’t say hips? Thought I

caught you staring at mine” she said rolling her

eyes.

“nah! Nah! I wasn’t staring” I lied

“uhun….” she said and rolled her eyes.

“so what kinda b0s0m turn you on the most?”

she asked and I noticed she was being flirty with

me, it have passed normal discussion. So I

played along.

“large b0s0m like that” I sad curtly “Large like

how?” she asked in a sultry voice “large like

uhmmm….uhm..uhmmm” I stammered. “You

mean like mine?” she said licking her lips “yeah”

“So you have been staring at them since” “not

really” I replied “uhmmm so what?” she stopped

and gave me a feigned serious look. “I just

observe them” “and you fantasize about them…”

and I shook my head in the affirmative. “and

what do you do when you fantasize about

them?” I just rolled my eyes. “Uhmmm self-

service?” And she laughed without waiting for a

response. “What of girl friend’s ?” “She is not

here with me and yours are far bigger than hers”

I said with a surprised boldness.

I noticed a sly smile play on her lips. “so you

love bug things despite how small you are” I

smiled and I noticed her palms were now inside

my singlet and my jeans could not hide my hard

on anymore