The house was very full by evening. We had a lot of guests. Uncle M was just made the new chairman of the trade union to the place where he sold his wares. That was what they were preparing for all along. I was later told that they did not intended to serve cooked food but just drinks and drilled meat which they later left to take care of. The two girls from the day of my arrival were back today but not alone this time. They came with their parents. Uncle M was a brother to their mum. It was looking to be a very busy afternoon and I had to assist in getting things going. Martha had been ever normal after the incident at the kitchen and nothing showed I had touched her in the manner I did.
She had even sent me on a few errands herself and on most occasions maintaining eye contact. She was an absolute mystery to me. It was a whole new situation for me being used to finding girls as utterly predictable. I still looked forward to seeing more of these escapades between us but I was once more becoming too scared to initiate the move. She was making things sweet and also terribly scary. All I could do now was continuously beat my stick countless times a day while fantasizing additional scenes that could have possibly followed the ones I have witness but those would never be enough. I needed to fuck Martha and my continuously lessened wariness for being caught by Uncle D was only adding coal to the burning fire.
As the guests began saying their goodbyes and walking out of the door, Martha instructed me to begin packing up the cups. once again, she was exhibiting complete freedom with me. I did as instructed and headed for the bedroom with the remnants of served drinks. I hardly had had any reasons to step into their bedrooms although that was majorly the case with Martha. I had to drop the drinks and that had to be in her bedroom until she was free enough to find a more appropriate place for them. Of course no one was there as all other persons were at the living room assisting the guests.
I found a free corner just in front of her standing giant mirror and bent over to drop them but just then, I received a hard slap against my butt! I was so shocked by the incident that I practically jumped out of my skin and almost dropped one of the bottles I had. Then came this hysterical laughter from Martha! She was the one who slapped my ass again for as many times that same day. I quickly recomposed myself even though I was aware that she must have sensed my earlier unease. "Fright night" she muttered trying to turn away and head out of the room but I caught up with her and grabbed her ass cheeks again.
This time giving her a very firm squeeze! She wriggled her body in a feigned attempt to break loose while holding unto my strong arms. I pushed her closer to my groin while pushing my now burning dick against her bubble ass. They felt so soft and warm against my clothed dick. "You are ruffling me up. The guests are still here. My dress must not be rumpled" was all she said as I reluctantly let her go. I was still fighting to utter a word. I needed to ask her when it shall be.
When she would let me get in-between those fleshy cheeks of hers. I needed to ask her but I lacked the courage. I always felt defeated by the age difference. It seemed she would always have to make the first move! Later that night, I stayed up so late. I kept playing several scenes in my head. I could not figure out what exactly follows from here. No one would claim she is not up to something, but she has not given the express invite to think I should now step up my game. What if all she was interested in doing was having us (or just me) touch ourselves (or her)? What if she just loved the game of seduction?
Getting men to the point of ultimate arousal until their cocks practically burst free with cum! What if that was her game? Who was I to bring in a new game plan. She was the mistress here and not giving out a direct invite to me to fuck her silly meant I was only going to keep on with my many assumptions. And there was Uncle M who has been completely in the dark about all this. If he ever found out, I wonder whose cup of tea it would eventually be. I had so many thoughts and questions going through my head and I slept off without having answers to any.
The following few days were seriously occupied for everybody. Martha suddenly began going out every morning to either see friends or complete a given task. I also had a reason to spend the day at Uncle M's shop on one occasion meaning we hardly had any time together anymore coupled with my resumed search for my own apartment. It remained that way until the following weekend. Uncle M's nieces visited for the third time now since my visit. It had already started looking like I would not be left alone with Martha even though she had told me she wouldn't be leaving home on this particular day.
I kept wondering if these girls had nothing meaningful to do with their lives. It was looking very obvious that they just loved visiting Uncle M's family and would do so in the slightest of opportunities. Not long after their visit I quickly got along with them. Power had been terminated by PHCN earlier in the day so we had no TV to get ourselves occupied with. It was now a case of helping each other fight boredom. And even though I had some laundry to do, I just had to give them some time. We began talking for the first time since I started seeing them come visiting.
The eldest was Kelechi by name while the other was Anna. They were really nice girls but overly suggestive. Always throwing sexual insinuations at me. I tried my best not to take them in as I was very sure that anything that suddenly developed between myself and these girls at this point will be easily interpreted by Martha. Moreover she was just at the lobby doing some washing. She could not use the washing machine because of the absence of power. And to confirm my assumptions that she had an ear on our discussion, she soon called me. I permitted myself and left the living room.
She was bent over the plastic bucket that contained the cloths she was washing. I could not see her ass but I wished I could. Needless to say that I would have given her a good smack! it has become our dirty little game. She had that same shorts she wore the first day she caught me looking at her ass at the kitchen and it gripped every skin of her ass cheeks. But she wore a different top this time. A tank top that allowed me a glorious view of her sprawling boobs. I stood before her but she did not bother standing straight. "Please scratch my back for me", she began at once, "my hands are soapy".
I knew her hands were soapy but I doubted this was going to be as normal as the world would want it.
***To Be Continued***
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