Sundays, we all enjoyed Sundays or at least I did. Sunday is the least busy day for me and on this particular Sunday, I am opening my eyes to a beautiful lady snoring on my arm as she holds me tight, feeling as though she is afraid to let go.
She looked beautiful, her high windows allowed for a lot of light to enter the room making it look as though she was glowing.
She looks stunning and unimaginable. As I continue staring, she scrunches her nose, furrowing her eyebrows probably annoyed by the light.
She moans trying her best to keep the sun out.
"Good morning."
"There is nothing good about any of this," she whines coming closer to me and hiding from the sun in my chest.
"Maybe from your point of view but this is a pretty good morning for me."
"Lucky you," she says looking at me before smiling
"It gets even better." she looks away, blushing
"Do you want coffee?"
"Tea please." she nods before getting up to make tea. She is wearing a t-shirt that barely covers her butt and she looks amazing in it. When she moves it goes higher and you can see her butt
She comes back to bed with the mugs and hands me my tea before she gets back in bed. I hate drinking anything with morning breath so I head to the bathroom and rinse my mouth with mouthwash before I head back. I will brush my teeth later.
"Tell me something," I nod "How does this work do you leave some things, do you always bring a bag, do you drop in unannounced or are we going to have a schedule?"
"What do you want?"
"I would like to know when you are coming and I can make space for you in my drawers and bathroom."
"Then that is what we will do."
"So if I said I want you to sleep in my bed tonight, you will?"
"If I have no plans, sure."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why would you want to spend time with me? Don't you have friends?"
"I can go to my friends right now, if you don't want me here."
"I did not say be drastic. I only wonder what this means to you."
"We are casual until we decide we are not and you are great company."
"Okay."
"What is it?"
"I want to kiss you," she whispers.
"Then do it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." she plants her lips on mine before closing the distance between our bodies by wrapping her legs around my torso. My hands travel inside her shirt, reaching for her boobs while hers travel to my thighs and what's hidden between them.
She pulls away and bites her lip as I rub her nipple between my thumb and index. She inserts two fingers inside me, arousing a groan in me.
"Fuck, just like that." she continues to pleasure me by moving her fingers in and out of me. "You make me feel so good," I whine as I approach my edge.
I cum all over her fingers and she places them in her mouth. "You taste good."
"I know." she giggles before joining our lips. We stay under the blankets and somehow fall asleep again.
We got woken by my phone and it was Eric telling me that Prudence Ndlovu would like to meet for dinner at her house.
"Are you coming back?"
"I will see but do not wait up for me." she nods before looking at her feet, wrapping my finger around her chin, I make her face me, she grimaces and I plant a kiss on her forehead "Pick two paintings, I have a few people in mind who might love them." she nods and I nearly leave but I turn back to join my lips with hers only stopping when she moans in contentment.
Did I want to leave? Absolutely not, I wanted to be around her all the time but I had things to do. I hate getting ready for fancy dinners and one thing about Prudence Ndlovu, she loves an elegant dinner with everyone dressed to the nines.
The theme for dinner was James Bond, thankfully I have a floor-length backless black dress, hopefully, it still fits.
Placing my hair in a high puff, I do my make-up and choose a clutch bag to go with the outfit. At times I forget how beautiful I can look and I am always grateful for the times when I can look in the mirror and appreciate this shell I have been gifted.
As I walk in, a waiter hands me a glass of champagne. The house is decorated in black, silver and white and it looks good, she always outdoes herself.
"Nkoe! It has been so long!" she scurries over my way and pulls me into a hug wrapping her arms around my waist, and resting her head on my breasts.
"It has been a while but you no longer call me unless it is business-related." she pulls away
"About that, do you want to talk before I get drunk?" a nod and she leads the way to her study.
She locks the door behind us before going to her desk and searching for something on her computer.
"This is the dossier and of course, there is a deadline."
"Port?"
"Hangar. I need you to also get me these supplies and of course, I will buy a few paintings this week."
"Good, we are having an event on Friday, launching one of my newest clients."
"Will they be in attendance?"
"Would you like to meet her?"
"Yes, might ask for special pieces commissioned."_
"You are not stealing this one, Prudence."
"Oh, you two are involved?"
"Leave it, MaNdlovu."
"Okay, I will leave it. Let's get back to enjoying ourselves." she leads the way out after handing the USB to me.
Am I a party person? No. I hate it but it would be rude not to indulge your friends once in a while. I would usually be flirting with some lonely wife and end the night with them in my bed but that does not seem as appealing as I stare at the ladies wishing their husbands would spare them a crumb of attention.
I head outside for a quick cigarette smoke, I can not wait to go back home and sleep, I need some good sleep.
Smoking is a nasty habit, I can not seem to quit. I have quit multiple times but at times of awkward tension, I always long for a puff.
"Ms Lenka," my fucking luck.
"Hi, Piet."
"Why are you not inside leading some poor wife into sin?"
"Because then I wouldn't be smoking my cigarette, Piet." he chuckles getting closer
"Why my wife?" I take a step back to fetch my gun without him seeing it. It is a bit dark so I have more luck with my black attire. A long drag of the cigarette before blowing in his direction
"She looked lonely and deprived of pleasure." as though he turns red, he flexes his arms and I pull my gun out. "I would hate to have to console her, Piet so I suggest you go inside before I fire my warning shot." he scoffs and gets closer and I aim and shoot his knee
"Ahhh!" never repeat yourself to a man or they will hurt you. "You fucking moffie kaffir!"
"You are pissing me off." I shoot his hand "Now you can tell your wife that the kaffir that gave her the best night of her life shot you." he tries to grab me but I step back and he falls forward. Some guests make it outside.
"What happened?" taking another cigarette out so he can lie
"She fucked my wife!" oh, he is not lying
"This is what racist homophobes get."
"What? Prudence, I would never,"
"I am leaving. Piet, try me again and I will aim for the empty space between your eyes."
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Moffie= South African (Afrikaans) slur for gay men(people)
Kaffir= South African(Afrikaans) slur for black people.
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