Erotic Short Story

The Accountant’s New Love

The sexual tension between us exploded.

It has been three months since I started going to the gym ten blocks away from my home. My abs are finally starting to show as well as my chest. Anyango, the receptionist has been observing me more for the past month.

Today, she is wearing a purple top that has exposed most her chest and is only covering parts of her succulent boobs.

“Good morning, Maina,” she greets me with a beautiful smile warming her face, “You are early today!”

“Morning, Anyango. You look …” My eyes scan her chest appreciatively.

“You like what I’m wearing.” Anyango leans forward on the desk folding her hands together. Her breasts are almost falling out of her top.

“Umm … Nice to see you, Anyango.” I lift my changing bag a bit higher and start to walk to the changing room. Shortly after a few strides, I stop and look back at Anyango, she is staring at me.

“What are you doing this evening?” I ask.

“Umm … being a Thursday, I’ll be having wine as I chill and enjoy movies on Netflix.”

“Can I take you out for dinner?”

“On like a date?”

“Yes, a date.”

“No problem.”

“7 pm at the famous Swahili dishes restaurant.”

“See you there, Maina.” Anyango winks at me. I wave at her and proceed into the changing room.

I like being in the gym alone, it gives me a sense of tranquility and focus. I carry out my exercise for about fifty-five minutes. As soon as I am done, I go into the shower to freshen up.

The first few drops of water from the shower that land on my body make me groan and shiver. I clutch onto my arms to give myself some warmth. I feel some steaming desire for Anyango. Her face has dimples and when she smiles, the gap between her upper teeth stand out. I just wish that she was here with me so that I hug her and have her warmth diffuse to my body.

I showered, put on my clothes and left the gym. My occupation entailed a love for numbers and money. I go about with my daily job until it is time for dinner with Anyango.

We both arrive at the same time and ordered some pilau wa mbuzi, a 750 ml bottle of baileys for Anyango and a glass of apple juice for me. We get into a conversation about what we do;

“I am an accountant, a fitness enthusiast and I love travelling to new places. What about you, Anyango?”

“Well, I am an engineer who works as a receptionist at my family’s gym. My life is kind a boring.”

Completely astonished, I give a blank stare.

“Yeah, it’s annoying, still being at my parents but the kind of jobs I want are hard to come by.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. This is the state of our nation when it comes to unemployment.”

“Sadly. Let’s brighten the mood and talk about the stupid things we have done for love.”

“This will be interesting. Should I start?”

“Of course, ladies first.”

“My biggest regret was paying rent for a dude I was in love with for three months. He showed his lack of respect by cheating on me with different girls in our apartment. Love clouded my vision.”

“Daamn! That’s cold and disrespectful to a sexy woman like you.”

“Oh, c’mon Maina. Anyway, I’m a better woman now. What about you?”

“So there was this single mom I was seeing, I used to pay her child’s fees once in a while. She used to call me in the middle of the night telling me how the kid will be sent away from school and in my gullible nature, I used to send her money. I was forming a great bond with her child.”

“Yours seemed fun.”

“It was at first, I can’t lie but I had to end it when I grew wiser.”

We continue smiling and cracking jokes. I was feeling attracted to Anyango as our dinner time went by. We had the same vibe. Our legs brush against each other from time to time making it awkward but I would introduce a new subject to kill the silence. After dinner, I pay the bill, walk Anyango to my blue BMW 3 series and drive her home.

It was silent and dark when we to her place; I can only hear the sound of the crickets when I switched off the engine of my car.

“I have enjoyed myself, Maina. Thank you for dinner.”

“I’m glad you had a wonderful night. I enjoyed myself too.”

“The night is still young though!” Anyango unfastens her seat belt and gives me a peck on my left cheek. “Good night, money man.”

“Money man?”

“Yeah, money man. You paid for someone school fees, that’s why I am referring to you as money man.” She opens the door, smiles and walks away into her parent’s house.

“She’s a smart woman.” I said to myself. I am happy to finally meet a woman who is smart and sexy.

As days went by, Anyango and I texted each other frequently. When I went to the gym and found her alone, she would play with her breasts in front of me and sometimes she would walk over to me and caress my body with her soft hands making me yearn for her even more. I would get aroused and move in for a kiss but she would squeeze my balls and whisper, “Not here money man.”

One day, I invited her for a couple of drinks at a bar that had a live band playing. Most of the people present were older than us. We got to the dance floor and enjoyed ourselves. After a while, I went to pee and left Anyango enjoying the sweet melodies sang by the live band.

“I’m so sorry, Maina. I can’t tease you any longer.” Anyango was in the men’s room with me. “You’re too handsome and nice.” She locked the door and stood staring at me.

I moved closer and grabbed her by her waist. She was five foot three but now wearing heels, she was the same height as me. I pulled her closer so that she could feel my heart beat.

“You’re making my body yearn for you, woman! From the time you agreed to go for dinner with me, I couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you are. Whenever I’m in your presence I get an unexplainable feeling of peace and lust for you. And you’ve teased me so much.”

“Well, I guess you’re enjoying it.” She undid the zip of my pants and they dropped on the floor. I then felt her warm, soft hands squeeze my ass.

“I see you want to play this game.”

“If it’s a game, let it be known that I love winning.”

“And so do I.”

Swiftly and softly, I threw her against the wall. Took her hands and pinned them over her head with my left hand. My dick was swelling and pressing on her thigh. I took my right hand and placed it on her chest, Anyango breathed out a soft moan. The fingers on my right hand stroked her breasts. I then stroked her pussy over her brown pants and observed her moan. Her pants were becoming warm and damp. I let go of her arms and continued caressing her pussy over her warm pants.

“You’re making me wet, Maina.”

“Think of me fucking you, Anyango, making you moan as my dick digs deep into you … now think of me licking your clit and sucking it with passion.” I stated in a sultry voice in her ear.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Ah! Maina, fuck. I’m horny.” Her breathing became deep. Her body was warm under her pants.

I continued caressing her pussy over her pants at the same pace and watched as she reached her climax; it was magical. She remained silent for a couple of minutes then went down on her knees and grabbed my already erect dick with her mouth.

She looked up to me saying, “It is bad for a sexy woman like me to let a man go away with blue balls.”

She then planted her hands on the neck of my dick and closed her lips on the head. I felt a strong suction pulling the head of my penis away from my body.

“Uuuh! Keep doing that … damn that’s good.”

Her fingers tightened around the neck of my penis and the suction force from her mouth increased.

“You win, Anyango! Ah!”

It’s as if hearing ‘you win’ aroused her once again. She sucked harder and I was on the edge of an orgasm. Anyango used the tip of her tongue to brush against the head of my penis. Immediately, a tornado of ecstasy swept over me and I released my load into her mouth. She took it all, then proceeded to clean my dick by sucking it from the base all the way through my shaft and to the head.

Anyango got up and went to the mirror to fix her hair. I put on my pants and we left the bathroom confidently like nothing had happened. We stayed on at the bar for a while before going back home.

All was going well with Anyango until I saw a young guy with neatly done dreadlocks at my doorstep when I returned home one fine Monday evening. He was dressed in a black t-shirt which had the following text, I’m too sexy to be cheated on written in white; a pair of blue jeans and some cool white air force sneakers.

In my mind, I recalled being threatened in one of my past relationships with a single mum. I was a dizzy with fear before I stepped out of the car. Am I dating a married woman or another man’s lady? I started asking myself.

I finally got the courage to meet this man at my doorstep. I opened the door to my car and came out.

In a deep voice he spoke out as I approached him,

“I have come here as a gentleman to face another gentleman. Anyango is/ was my girlfriend I’m not sure if we are together anymore. She is happy, I can tell by the way she is currently. You have the money to spoil her and I don’t. I know that she will eventually dump me for you. So now, DO NOT… And I repeat, DO NOT HURT HER! If you do, I will come and hurt you physically, emotionally and mentally. I cannot persuade her to love me the way she loves you any more. Treat her right and we will never meet.”

The young man walked away leaving me in an ocean of guilt. I felt as if I had taken joy away from another human, it didn’t feel right. Should I end my new relationship with Anyango?

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