Sex in a Self-Contain

THIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY – MAYBE

Photo credit: Ed Blankenship © 2011

Tick. Tick. Tick!

The second hand on the big white wall clock stopped briefly at 12 as the minute hand shifted in-between 8 and 9. It was 5:43am on a Sunday morning. It rained all through the night and it was still pouring heavily outside.

Zainab rolled to her side, pulled the blanket up to her chin and tucked its tail at her back. It was a cold morning. Thank goodness she didn’t have to rise up early that morning, she thought. She felt a warm breath on her face, and slowly, she opened her eyes. The ray of light from the bathroom cast enough reflection on the man’s face – he was smiling at her.

He had that look in his eyes.

She could hear the rain pattering on the floor outside of their window. She was lying on her right side with her back against the wall. The wall seemed to be emitting cold air causing her to shiver. The 3 x 4m self-contained room felt really cold, too. For a second, she worried about the creatures on the floor but his smile distracted her.

She smiled back at him, adjusting her head on the pillow.

He reached out and gently touched her face, stroking her lower lip with his thumb. She felt an electric thrill run down her spine, causing her to tighten her thighs, embracing the warmth she felt down there.

He maintained eye contact with her as he pulled the blanket from her chin, his smile giving way into a mischievous grin.

Gosh! How that turned her on.

Thunder struck at that instant. A whimper came from the floor of the room but neither cared.

He ran his fingers on her exposed arm, warming her up against the cold. She in turn played with the hairs on his thigh, lifting her left leg up so he could slide his own leg between her thighs. It felt really warm. She felt warm inside.

He moved closer to plant a kiss on her forehead, brushing his knuckle over her hard nipple. He did it just how she liked it -slow, fast, then slowly again. He had had years to master how to play with those nipples in a way that elicited, “Awwwww.” She moaned softly. He smiled.

In no time, he was pulling his old blue shirt she wore to bed over her head. She sped the process by lifting her head and raising her hands for easy passage, like a submissive child. He threw the shirt on the floor. It must have fallen on one of the creatures because it was followed by a soft grunt. This made them both giggle.

The light coming into the room was just enough to make her heaving chest glow. He pulled back a little, admiring the dark buttons on the softest mountains God had ever crafted and gifted him. He traced the outline of her thumping breasts up to her face; his stare communicating his desire and love.

Okay, maybe just the desire he felt at that moment but, whatever!

That single act made her feel butterflies fluttering inside her belly.

Oh how she loves him!

The way he tenderly looked at her brought nostalgic feelings. Memories from that night flashed through her mind. It was the first time they made love.

That was what it was –making love.

She had been such a naïve young lady. Their courtship was long distance. She lived with her parents in Ilorin while he was studying for his postgraduate degree in Ife. They didn’t see much of each other, and the few times they saw, it was at her parents’. Her parents, bless their hearts, were very strict headmaster and nurse –go figure. Whenever he visited Ilorin, they insisted the meeting was at the house with at least one of her siblings lurking around. The most they did was steal kisses every now and then.

She could not wait for their Nikāḥ to be over. All she dreamt about in the days before the wedding was the dirty things Farouk had been saying to her on the phone. He boasted about doing many things to her, including making her squirt. He swore she would love it. It made her both excited and nervous.

What if she disappointed him in bed or could not meet his expectation?

Oh, he did all sorts of things to her that night, things she had never imagined possible. Farouk and his years of experience made her forget all about her fears of disappointing him as he teased her with foreplay until she begged him to plough her virgin land with his tool.

It was pure heaven!

Of the many things he did to her that night, the way he looked into her eyes while they made love was the most memorable. It did things to her body and soul, words could never be enough to express. She cherished that moment and loved that he made it a tradition after she told him how it made her feel.

 “Awwww…” She moaned aloud in ecstasy.

His warm wet Cavum oris was sucking at her right nipple as though his life depended on it and two of his finely manicured long fingers were tilling the inside of her cookie jar.

“Uhmn…baby”

He raised his head and put a finger to his mouth signalling that she should be quiet. She nodded her understanding, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She always found this excitingly crazy, funny, and frustrating all at the same time.

“F*ck!” The swear escaped Zainab’s mouth but she quickly pursed her lips to keep the moan in her throat.

She traced his broad chest down to his waist, struggling to get her hand on his penis but his zipper wouldn’t budge. The sensation razing through her body was threatening to drive her crazy. She wanted so badly to make him feel the same. But the zipper still wouldn’t budge… aaarrgh!

He tickled her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, whispering into her ear, “Need me?”

She wasn’t sure if he was talking about help with his shorts or penetration but she knew she wanted both at that point

“Farouk… please” her voice quavered.

He removed his fingers from the jar, climbing on top of her – not for once breaking the eye contact. He pulled the blanket over his body before undoing his zipper. She bit her lower lip, winking at the prospect of what was about to go down.

 Yes… finally!

He kissed her lips and fondled her breasts – with care. She had warned him about handling them with caution for the fear of bidding her firm and perky boobs goodbye.

“Damn, baby!” He flinched and groaned as she stroked the tip of his d*ck.

Gotcha!

He intensified the kiss. His hand pulling the shorts she was wearing down her thighs. She lifted her waist up so his penis could rub on her clits.

“Baby…” he responded to that in a hoarse voice.

“Shhhh… don’t wake them up,” she hushed him, laughing softly.

He used his hand to navigate his hard phallus into her warm wet honey pot. She jerked and bit the inside of her palm to stop her from screaming out in pleasure as he prodded rhythmically, sending exhilarating sensation all over her body. He liked it slow but she always wanted it rough. She grabbed his butt cheeks helping him ram her faster.

“Uhmn, ahnnn… uhmmmnn…”

A short thunder struck outside but it was long enough to muffle Zainab’s moans.

“Harder baby” she demanded. He rose up to the challenge. He lifted her thighs up so he could plunge harder.

“Yeah baby, yeeeah…” she encouraged him, moving her waist to match the rhythm of his thrust.

Damn! He was hitting it good.

The rain seemed to be pouring heavily. Throwing caution into the wind, he let out a long loud moan as he was about to cum.

“F^ck… I’m cumming baby” Farouk let out as he increased the intensity of his pounding, tightening his grip on her thighs, beads of sweat trickling down his bare chest.

“Mummy?”

They both went still.

No, this can’t be happening.

They quickly disengaged as the little creature with the sleepy voice rose from the mattress on the floor. Farouk pulled his shorts up and covered his wife properly with the blanket before the 2-year-old made it close enough to see their nakedness.

“Mummy, I want to wee wee.”

Arrrgh! Not now, little monster!  This was Farouk letting out a frustrated sigh as the youngest of their three children tapped on the bed.  

“Mummy, wee wee.”

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4 thoughts on “Sex in a Self-Contain

  1. Hmmmm Bj…this one is creamy oo!! I will not say anything sha!.
    Just wondering how you could describe the whole process step-by-step without leaving out the keywords.

    Nice one!

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  2. Hmmm… Read this while in the BRT and honestly I had to put my hands over my laps to hide my boner… Great work Gelax with the details felt as though I was there live… Great work babe… Keep it up.

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