One Night Standup

 I was looking for a break when I met you.

I had just gotten my lashes done and I needed a really good meal—one I didn’t cook. I thought to treat myself to some delectable pasta and a good cocktail.

You welcomed me into your restaurant and asked me to take a seat while you got me the menu. When you returned, you smiled so intensely as you talked me through what was available. I initially thought it was just your thing—until it seemed like you smacked your lips.

Wait.
Did you just smack your lips at me?
Or is it the brownie I had earlier?
Nah… can’t be.

I ordered my food and texted my girlfriend while I waited. I was giggling when you returned with my plate. That smile again.

I noticed you were really cute now. And your voice… ahn ahn! Who is this hot young man?

Stop it, girl. This is a child, please. He’s not into you. Stop dreaming.

I said thank you and returned your smile, wanting to believe it wasn’t all in my head.

As I ate, I let my mind wander. Thoughts of having you in my bed drifted in—just briefly. I was sure it was an unachievable daydream, but hey, it’s okay for a girl to dream, right?

Then I saw you, standing at the back, watching me eat. You looked like you wanted to say something more. And once you noticed my empty plate, you walked back in and asked what I’d been suspecting all along...

"Is it okay if I ask for your phone number?"

"Why?"

"I don’t know if this is even right… and I’ve never done this before, but I think I like you. I even feel silly doing this, but I can’t help myself."

I laughed. See this small boy.

But I was interested too. So I got serious—straight to the point.

"Okay. Give me your phone."

I typed in my digits and handed your iPhone back. Then I picked up my own and started to call an Uber.

"I’ll call you," I said.

Once my ride arrived, I got up to leave. I caught you staring again from the back, so I walked out giggling.

Almost immediately, a message came in:

“You’re so beautiful. Can I see you tonight?”

Ah! Tonight ke?

I had plans to visit a strip club, but I hadn’t decided yet—I’d never gone alone. Still, your message sounded more appealing.

The fantasy of you in bed was suddenly very attainable.

"Yes. What time are you done from work?"

"8:30 p.m. Where should we meet?"

"My hotel room."

"Oh. Wow. Where?"

I told you.

"Okay. Let me wrap up here. I’ll be with you soon."

Ok. OK. OK. This is really happening.

What was I going to wear? I needed to change!

I got into my hotel room and went straight to the mirror. Body still in check. I was wearing a colourful booboo, my wonderbra, comfy block heels, and fresh lashes. Hmmm. I definitely looked like a sexy rich aunty. Hahaha! I did a little twerk.

What would make the night a banger?

First, some music. I pulled up Chris Brown.

"How you feelin’? Sensational!" 🎵🎵

I decided to leave my outfit on. A little mystery was good for this occasion. Nothing revealing. Nothing new. I showered, changed my underwear, and dabbed on some perfume.

I brought out my leftover brownie and took a quarter-bite, timing the effect for your arrival in 20 minutes. It should’ve kicked in by then.

My room had a two-seater balcony with a great view of the highbrow part of the mainland. Lagos didn’t offer much to see at night, but I knew the real vibes happened behind closed doors.

I sat and thought through what was about to happen. I wanted this, yes—but had I really thought it through?

What was the point? You were already on your way.
You need a break, remember?
Don’t overthink. Just relax.

A text buzzed in:

“I’m downstairs.”

I told you my room number.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror before dimming the lights.

You look good, girl. You've got this.

---

You knocked. It was time.

"Hey."

You stepped in, wearing a crisp white shirt with a black crossbody bag and plain navy-blue jeans. Your neat all-back cornrows gave you a clean, almost classy look. Definitely an upgrade from earlier.

"Hiiii..."

"Urm... can I hug you?"

"Yes."

You hugged me. My breasts covered your chest, and I felt you tremble just a little. So you were nervous too. Maybe you really hadn’t done this before.

"Hope it wasn’t too hard finding the place?"

"Oh no. The pinned location helped. My Uber driver figured it out."

"Great." Thank heavens. At least he can afford an Uber.

I shut the door and led you to the balcony.

"Follow me."

You did.

"This is really nice. Great view."

"Yes, it is… So you said you wanted to talk? I’m all yours."

I wanted you to know I was very willing—just in case you weren’t sure.

"Yeah. I think I really like you… and I’d like to get to know you."

We sat down—me on the right, you on the left—with a small glass table between us.

I leaned in.

"Get to know me how?"

The brownie had fully kicked in. My senses were alive when you leaned in and kissed me lightly.

We looked at each other and giggled.

"Let me get us something to drink. Want some alcohol?"

"I’d like that. Thank you."

"How about a blunt?"

"It’s been a while, but yes."

I grabbed the vodka and cranberry mix I had prepared earlier, poured two glasses, then lit the blunt I brought for this solo trip—guess it wasn't so solo anymore.

After a few sips, I asked,

"Why do you like me? What’s so interesting that makes you want to know me?"

"I can’t put my finger on it… but I want to find out."

You stood, walked over, and French-kissed me like you were trying to silence me with your lips. Your hands found my bottom and didn’t let go.

I gasped and let you guide me toward the bed. The cranberry on your tongue tasted just as sweet as what we were doing. Every touch vibrated through me like chords on a guitar.

"Will you let me?" you whispered.

I didn’t know what exactly you meant, but I whispered,

"Yes."

You raised both my hands, then gently pulled off my booboo. My wonderbra held my breasts proudly, and my high-waisted cotton thong framed my fupa. You looked starved just seeing me.

You sat me down, spread my legs, and I lay back—ready for your tongue’s magic.

My heartbeat was loud. One hand covered my face; the other clutched my chest. You parted my thong and found my clit—gently. Your fingernails were well-trimmed, thankfully. I pushed your head down further.

Do me. Please.

You got the message.

You licked with rhythm—up and down, then side to side in a vibrating motion. Aye! I was dripping.

"Huhn huhn… I’m ready. I want all of you. All of you. Let’s do this."

"Are you sure?"

You shouldn’t have asked. I paused. I wasn’t sure.

"Kiss me instead."

You did, softly. Thoughtfully.

I loved that you asked. That you cared. It turned me on, but made me retreat. I placed a finger on your lips.

"Hold on. I want to show you something."

I went to my bag and pulled out my vibrator. I didn’t want penetration anymore—but you weren’t leaving until my legs turned to jelly.

You smiled knowingly, took another sip of your drink, then beckoned me to the balcony.

"Have you done this before?"

"No."

"Besides this, I’d really like to know you… beyond tonight."

"I understand. But I don’t know if it’ll work."

"Why?"

"My life is complicated. Adding you would make it more so."

You thought about it.

"That’s fine. Let me take care of you tonight. Will you let me?"

I nodded.

"I need it."

---

Back on the bed, Miguel’s “How Many Drinks” played softly in the background.

You placed your hand on mine—where I was holding the toy. Then kissed me again. Slower. Intentionally. You kissed my ears, my nose, my neck, my mouth...

"Lie down and relax," you whispered.

I did.

You didn’t need directions this time—you knew exactly what to do. You used the toy like it belonged in your hands.

Low. Low. Low.

I moaned slowly, biting my lips. The feeling? Delicious.

Increase.
Ah, yeah. Hmmm, yes. Keep going.
INCREASE!

"Oh my God… yes. YES!"
"INNNCCRREEAAASSSEE!!"

"My Lord! Ohhh fuck me…!"

My legs started vibrating—and wouldn’t stop. Blood rushed through me. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.

You made me cry like a baby.
And when you finally stopped, I was numb.
And free.

and so light that I slept off.
When I woke up, he was gone.
But he left me a WhatsApp message:
"Had fun. Don't want to complicate things further. Thanks for having me."

I dropped my phone and went back to bed.





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