It started raining and everyone started talking in low tones how they had forgotten to carry umbrellas and such things about the environment. The vehicle moved slowly in the jam. I took an involuntary nap having been sandwiched between two ladies. The vehicle moved past our stage and I did not even notice. When the vehicle approached the final stage, everyone started getting up to leave. At this point “lady mercy” came calling. I held on the metal bar of the seat in front and the woman who had sat beside me, also held on that bar. The vehicle hit a bump and our hands came touching. at first she removed her hand quickly. But, on hitting some pot holes our palms rocked again and at this time she let our hands stay in that way for some time. My heart started racing and I realized this was my time to act. I placed one of my fingers between the place where her thumb and index fingers held the metal bars of the immediate front seat. It did not take long to realize she was also enjoying this game. She moved her palm close to my fingers and held my finger that was between her thumbs tightly. By this time, everyone had left the vehicle and we were the only passengers inside. The conductor said mwisho wa gari and we had to get out. Standing up was a problem coz some parts of my body were already “up in arms” and she noticed this and jokingly called me naughty boy. She kept repeating you are a naughty boy until we were out of the vehicle. She waited for me at a distance and I did waste the chance.. I escorted her and she started telling me how I was making her boil in the insides. She asked me why I was naughty but from her voice, I could tell she was interested in the continuity of our escapades in the vehicle. She asked me if I had a wife and how long I had stayed in dry spell. We chatted a little; she gave me her number and gave me a passionate deep kiss. I started tracing my way back home and that we text chatted almost the whole night. After some pestering, she promised to come to my place one evening. Sema kupanga room.. On the D-day ilibidi nimejipea off but the evening appeared to taek years. Finally, the evening appeared and we met at the place we had designated over the chats. She came to my house and we had supper. It didn’t take long before we started chatting naughty and she told me she was a single mum and a Bisexual.. She was driving me crazy by then.. She wore revealing clothes and I didn’t wait for further intro.. I held her, as we stood right beside the bed. I moved her backwards kissing passionately, and she did not resist falling on the bed. There was no time for foreplay one thing led to another and the lust I held for months came to the surface. She did not disappoint; she was a natural mourner. She mourned with every single touch and up to now I am yet to experience such mourns from anyone else.We finished the frst love making session in awe.. She told me she wanted to go and I agreed to escort her but just before we got out of the gate it started raining heavily .. There was no way I wud let us be rained on at ten in the night so I requested her to spend the night . we fucked like three times that night and I enjoyed everything. The next day we woke up early and still had sex.. She left for her home later on.. Unfrtunarly I lost my phone that day and hadn't saved her contacts elsewhere and I didn't knw her place .. I think she sent text messages and made calls that went unanswered. This might have made her to think I cut communications with her.. How I miss those moments we spent together..
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I held her, as we stood right beside the bed !
I had a dryspell that had lasted for five months since I parted ways with my ex. The sight and touch of every gal in the public places would bring my blood boiling to the surface. Then one Sunday evening, in a vehicle to take me home, after the usual day escapades, I sat at the back seat of a bus thinking hard. The seat had an unoccupied space for one person. Then I saw a lady whom I presume to have been in her mid thirties coming to occupy the empty space. As usual, just like all travelers in Nairobi, I pretended to be in deep thought for things out of this world. It did not take long before the vehicle started moving. 
It started raining and everyone started talking in low tones how they had forgotten to carry umbrellas and such things about the environment. The vehicle moved slowly in the jam. I took an involuntary nap having been sandwiched between two ladies. The vehicle moved past our stage and I did not even notice. When the vehicle approached the final stage, everyone started getting up to leave. At this point “lady mercy” came calling. I held on the metal bar of the seat in front and the woman who had sat beside me, also held on that bar. The vehicle hit a bump and our hands came touching. at first she removed her hand quickly. But, on hitting some pot holes our palms rocked again and at this time she let our hands stay in that way for some time. My heart started racing and I realized this was my time to act. I placed one of my fingers between the place where her thumb and index fingers held the metal bars of the immediate front seat. It did not take long to realize she was also enjoying this game. She moved her palm close to my fingers and held my finger that was between her thumbs tightly. By this time, everyone had left the vehicle and we were the only passengers inside. The conductor said mwisho wa gari and we had to get out. Standing up was a problem coz some parts of my body were already “up in arms” and she noticed this and jokingly called me naughty boy. She kept repeating you are a naughty boy until we were out of the vehicle. She waited for me at a distance and I did waste the chance.. I escorted her and she started telling me how I was making her boil in the insides. She asked me why I was naughty but from her voice, I could tell she was interested in the continuity of our escapades in the vehicle. She asked me if I had a wife and how long I had stayed in dry spell. We chatted a little; she gave me her number and gave me a passionate deep kiss. I started tracing my way back home and that we text chatted almost the whole night. After some pestering, she promised to come to my place one evening. Sema kupanga room.. On the D-day ilibidi nimejipea off but the evening appeared to taek years. Finally, the evening appeared and we met at the place we had designated over the chats. She came to my house and we had supper. It didn’t take long before we started chatting naughty and she told me she was a single mum and a Bisexual.. She was driving me crazy by then.. She wore revealing clothes and I didn’t wait for further intro.. I held her, as we stood right beside the bed. I moved her backwards kissing passionately, and she did not resist falling on the bed. There was no time for foreplay one thing led to another and the lust I held for months came to the surface. She did not disappoint; she was a natural mourner. She mourned with every single touch and up to now I am yet to experience such mourns from anyone else.We finished the frst love making session in awe.. She told me she wanted to go and I agreed to escort her but just before we got out of the gate it started raining heavily .. There was no way I wud let us be rained on at ten in the night so I requested her to spend the night . we fucked like three times that night and I enjoyed everything. The next day we woke up early and still had sex.. She left for her home later on.. Unfrtunarly I lost my phone that day and hadn't saved her contacts elsewhere and I didn't knw her place .. I think she sent text messages and made calls that went unanswered. This might have made her to think I cut communications with her.. How I miss those moments we spent together..
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It started raining and everyone started talking in low tones how they had forgotten to carry umbrellas and such things about the environment. The vehicle moved slowly in the jam. I took an involuntary nap having been sandwiched between two ladies. The vehicle moved past our stage and I did not even notice. When the vehicle approached the final stage, everyone started getting up to leave. At this point “lady mercy” came calling. I held on the metal bar of the seat in front and the woman who had sat beside me, also held on that bar. The vehicle hit a bump and our hands came touching. at first she removed her hand quickly. But, on hitting some pot holes our palms rocked again and at this time she let our hands stay in that way for some time. My heart started racing and I realized this was my time to act. I placed one of my fingers between the place where her thumb and index fingers held the metal bars of the immediate front seat. It did not take long to realize she was also enjoying this game. She moved her palm close to my fingers and held my finger that was between her thumbs tightly. By this time, everyone had left the vehicle and we were the only passengers inside. The conductor said mwisho wa gari and we had to get out. Standing up was a problem coz some parts of my body were already “up in arms” and she noticed this and jokingly called me naughty boy. She kept repeating you are a naughty boy until we were out of the vehicle. She waited for me at a distance and I did waste the chance.. I escorted her and she started telling me how I was making her boil in the insides. She asked me why I was naughty but from her voice, I could tell she was interested in the continuity of our escapades in the vehicle. She asked me if I had a wife and how long I had stayed in dry spell. We chatted a little; she gave me her number and gave me a passionate deep kiss. I started tracing my way back home and that we text chatted almost the whole night. After some pestering, she promised to come to my place one evening. Sema kupanga room.. On the D-day ilibidi nimejipea off but the evening appeared to taek years. Finally, the evening appeared and we met at the place we had designated over the chats. She came to my house and we had supper. It didn’t take long before we started chatting naughty and she told me she was a single mum and a Bisexual.. She was driving me crazy by then.. She wore revealing clothes and I didn’t wait for further intro.. I held her, as we stood right beside the bed. I moved her backwards kissing passionately, and she did not resist falling on the bed. There was no time for foreplay one thing led to another and the lust I held for months came to the surface. She did not disappoint; she was a natural mourner. She mourned with every single touch and up to now I am yet to experience such mourns from anyone else.We finished the frst love making session in awe.. She told me she wanted to go and I agreed to escort her but just before we got out of the gate it started raining heavily .. There was no way I wud let us be rained on at ten in the night so I requested her to spend the night . we fucked like three times that night and I enjoyed everything. The next day we woke up early and still had sex.. She left for her home later on.. Unfrtunarly I lost my phone that day and hadn't saved her contacts elsewhere and I didn't knw her place .. I think she sent text messages and made calls that went unanswered. This might have made her to think I cut communications with her.. How I miss those moments we spent together..
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