Story: Opportunity Knocks – pt3 (the conclusion)

It was 9:40 when Eroticnoire rang the intercom.
‘Hello?’ she asked acting as if she didn’t know who it was.
‘Hi, I have a home delivery of squirts for a Ms Nkechi’ he replied
You’re late! She snapped, pretending to be an annoyed customer.
‘Ms Nkechi, I never ‘cum’ early.’ He responded.
She smiled. It seemed this man had a witty reply for everything. She pressed the buzzer and let him in. She knew the lift wasn’t working so it would take him a couple minutes to walk up the stairs. She waited by the door for him to knock. As she guesstimated where he’s be on the stairs she realised she had a full-blown, showing off her 32 teeth, smile on her face. She squeezed her cheeks trying to stop herself from smiling but it only made it worse.
Her logic looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
‘You acting like you never had someone play with your pussy before. I hope this brudda can really deliver like he says he can.’
Her logic pushed her nose up in the air.
Nkechi chucked to herself. Her logic gave her the mummy ‘this isn’t funny look’.
‘Why are you skinnin teet like this? Some random dude is on his way up to your flat and your skinnin teet like a 5 year old on xmas eve. I hope this pumpum santa got what u want in his sack.’ Her logic huffed.
Nkechi rolled her eyes and squeezed her cheeks again trying to get rid of the smile that was beginning to make her cheeks hurt.

The door knocked and Nkechi jumped. She had lost track of gauging where he would be on the stairs. She reached for the door then paused and waited for a moment. I can’t seem too keen. Keep calm she whispered to herself as she counted to 20. She slowly opened to reveal the mysterious and infamous Eroticnoire.
She immediately noticed his lips. They were full, plump and kissible. She couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around her clit. He stood in the doorway not moving. He had broad shoulders, soft eyes, a low trim and a totally clean-shaven face. He’s handsome she thought to herself. Her logic sighed in relief.
‘Thank God for that!! I was expecting Shabba Ranks’ ugly brother!’
He smiled. ‘Hello Ms Nkechi, specially delivery from Eroticnoire home servicing.’ Continue reading