I live in a small town in Kenya, called Machakos, about sixty kilometers from the national capital, Nairobi. A couple of weeks ago, I went to make a telephone call at around 9:00pm in the evening. Most of the telephone booths in town were not working so I ended up at the G.P.O.
There was only one booth that was working, and a curvaceous, voluptuous nymphet with long braids occupied it – just my type of girl.
She was wearing a tight-fitting miniskirt and one of those tank tops. I stood behind her, waiting for her to finish making her phone call. Apparently, the number she was calling was engaged, so she told me to go ahead and use the phone. I had several phone calls to make, so after my first call, I politely stepped aside so that she could try her number again.
She gave me a dazzling smile, with a twinkle of mischief in her eye. My heart skipped a beat; my stomach tensed in sexual anticipation and I felt the beginnings of a hard-on. As she was putting her coins into the coin slot, she dropped one.
She bent to pick up the coin she had dropped, and what had been the beginnings of a hard-on, became a full erection. I could see all the way up her thighs, to the skimpy bikini panties that she wore. I must have gasped or moaned, for still bend over, she turned to me with a quizzical expression on her face. When she saw where my eyes were glued, she smiled.
She stood up, and put the retrieved coin into the slot. Before she started dialing, she looked at me again. Her eyes traveled down from my face to the very visible bulge in my pants. Our eyes met again, and again she had that smile on her face.
She hesitated and then asked me if I would do a favor for her. I thought she was going to ask me to scratch an itch down south for her, which I would have done gladly. No such luck. She explained that she was calling her boyfriend, a married man with a family. I was to ask for him when the phone was picked up on the other end. When he came to the phone – his name was Joseph Mata, a business executive with a multinational firm, I was to give her the phone.
I would have done anything for this beauty, and even though I felt envious of her boyfriend (or sugardaddy), I was willing to assist her.
When the phone started ringing, she gave it to me. We were both squeezed inside the booth, and the door was open.
As the phone continued ringing, I could not help but notice her proximity. Our eyes were locked in an unblinking stare, and the tension was so high, you could touch it.
“Hello, hello who is that?” a feminine voice answered on the other end.
“Hello is that hum hum hee” Shit! I had forgotten the name!
“Joseph Matta!” She whispered urgently into my ear.
“Yes, hello is that Joseph Matta’s residence?” I asked, feeling foolish for forgetting the name so quickly.
“Yes it is. Who shall I tell him is calling?”
“It’s er, er, tell him it’s a good friend of his”. I improvised.
“One minute please” the person on the other end said.
Our eyes were still locked together. As we waited, she gave me a little anxious smile. She had put her hand on my shoulder, and she squeezed it quickly. I smiled in reply.
“Yes, hello, who is speaking?” A gruff no-nonsense voice asked.
“Could I please talk to Joseph Matta?” I said, already guessing that it was him.
“Speaking!” the voice on the other end replied, impatiently.
She must have heard his voice because she immediately took the phone from my hand. Her other hand was still on my shoulder.
“Hi Sweetie! It’s Mwende,” she said.
After listening for a moment or two, she said, “ oh, it’s just my cousin. I wouldn’t know what to say if your wife picked up the phone. Besides, I wouldn’t want to put you in a awkward position” she explained.
