Field Marshal
Elder Lister
I had just finished college and was hanging out with my cousin who was working in the Eldama Ravine as I looked for a job. Working in an office where clients always left him "tips", he usually had enough cash for us to have nyake and drinks daily at the AP canteen on the hill where the Administration offices were. We also played darts to while away the night.
I was at the butchery counter measuring our daily portion when a voice behind me said "si upime kubwa tukule na wewe". I turned round to see this very brown momo, early to mid 40's smiling mischievously, curly-kitted hair flowing to her shoulders. I was tongue tied, don't forget I was just 24. She immediately took charge, asking the butcher how much I had measured and when she was told a kilo she ordered another, fished in her handbag and paid for the two kgs. I didn't know I had just been selected for sausage fungwaring.
We went into the canteen and soon we were sharing a half vodka. She was the youngest of three widows of a prominent tycoon who had died in a car crash in Nakuru a year or so earlier. She was in Ravine to sort out some succession issues for some land the late husband owned in the sub-district. With the business unfinished, she had decided to spend the night so she would be in the offices early.
Fast forward, with the nyama and a few more smirnoff halves done with, i was identified as the one to show her the best hotel to sleep in. My cousin was already sloshed and he staggered into the night. We got into madam's 504 and down to Riverside Inn that had just put up some self-contained rooms.
She paid for a room and asked I show her where it was. At the door, she fished into her handbag and produced a bunch of Maasai notes and told me to get her a Smirnoff and Krest from the bar, and two glasses!
Like a good errand boy I was back after fifteen minutes, drinks in hand (the barmaids had taken their time washing the glasses). What greeted me immediately I entered was this humongous (I have always wanted to use that word!) sheer black panties hang to dry on the handsink. They were so huge the waistline stretched from wall to wall around the rim of the medium-sized sink.
On the bed, madam was propping herself on the headboard with a pillow. She was in a lightblue nightie that went to just below gloryland. The brownest thighs my innocent eyes had ever feasted on lay there beckoning. As I looked at the night table to see where to place the drinks a huge bra had been careless tossed. The white hotel towel looked used and casually dumped on the chair. The bra triggered another instinct and my eyes swiveled back to madam, this time to her upper half and the outline of two huge melons! She was smiling knowingly at my confusion. Then she giggled, and that's how she broke my trance because I think I must have stood there like a fool, a half vodka and two krests in one hand and two glasses in the other, with a rock hard dickie threatening to bust out of my trousers....
As I dumped the drinks on the table she was already pulling me to bed, I threw away my clothes as if they were on fire and was soon lost between her fat thighs, humping away like the Energizer bunny....There was more the whole night interspersed with sips of Smirnoff and Krest. Although she finished her office business the following day she stayed for another two days...
I still have a fetish for light blue nighties on yellow yellow skin....
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