This continued as long as I knew but I felt it was too early to begin making any advances towards any ladies now, given my mission in Mbeya. Uncle M's wife was the only one sitting directly opposite me. Looking obviously beautiful and younger than M you could tell she just got into her thirties. She had what seemed a firm body and her curves were perfectly at the right places. Even though she was yet to stand since I walked in, I could tell from her sitting position that she was just few inches shy of six feet.
However, she had been quiet all along apart from the period when I arrived during which she asked me of my trip and ordered one of the girls to get me something to eat. Since then she had bore a rather indifferent look. She sat quite conservatively with both legs kept together. Even though she had her eyes fixed on the TV, I still did not think she was overly interested in what was playing before her.
"Does she really like my coming here?" I remembered asking myself coming off what I interpreted to be a worried look on her face. I was not going to give any damn thought to that, after all, they placed the invite. In a month or less, I should be out of there anyway. There was also a guy in their midst who I easily felt to be either the houseboy or the driver judging from how he sat and where.
The day gradually rolled by and soon enough, I was already making my bed for the night. I had been shown one of the bedrooms and was told it was for one of M's daughters who was in school. The girls I saw earlier where actually their nieces who visited. They had two daughters and both were all in school. "Mind how you use the bed" Mrs. M who I later learnt was Martha by name, said to me as I stepped into the bedroom "the supporting wood is failing". This might be the truth, but the manner with which she said it, made me sense that feeling of dislike once again. She did not want me in their home.
It was obviously bare this time. My only question was, how much of this would I bear until I found my own apartment? She was at the kitchen the next morning when I got out of bed. I had slept too much that morning for no particular reason I could muster. Uncle M had left and so was the dude I thought was the houseboy. Myself and Martha were the ones left at home. It seemed that she was a full housewife or probably got out of a job recently. As I stepped into the kitchen, I was a bit taken aback.
She was chopping some onions on the kitchen counter for a fry and so was backing the door. She was putting on a short and a very skimpy one. Of course it was her home and it could easily be explained since she just got out of bed but that cannot cover for the fact that it totally tells how naked she was underneath. It held so firmly to her buttock's cheeks which were so very round and pronounced. Her hips jiggled and swayed the same time as she chopped the onions, poured them into her fry and stirred them.
I was completely taken. "I didn't know you were up" she stunned me! I had been caught staring and I could not place a cover on this one. "Ehhmm...yea. I just walked in. Good morning" I fluffed back. She had turned now and was making it to the sink at the other corner of the kitchen giving me a clearer but also very impressive view of her boobs! This woman was beautiful, I had to say and she had a body to kill.
The camisole top she had over her upper half was crimson red and silky but that does not tell that it dropped rather low giving viewership to the deepest cleavage I had ever seen! I made for the fridge, picked a bottle of water and walked away. I must not tell too much that I was feeling good about what I was seeing.
This woman had not shown any reason for me to think she likes my being here so I must not also begin placing another burden on her by making her think I am being a significant threat to her faithfulness to her husband. I opted to remain low.
***To Be Continued***
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