Touché!

That had to be his favorite word. I remember him saying it more times than he said any other singular word.

“Touché!”

He wrote me when I accused him of being too direct in his texts.

That word, nothing else.

But that was Alexander, that was the way he communicated. He wasn’t a man to engage in too many words, not when he didn’t think it was necessary.

Many a times, he used a singular word to respond to an entire sentence I wrote him, a singular word that encompassed a satisfying meaning. While others may have found that to be cocky, I got a bit irked by it, still, I thought it was drop dead sexy. And boy! Did he know so many words.

He got me flipping my dictionary more times than I had done in the past Year.

Alexander, what an uncommon name for a Nigerian.

…..What an uncommon man.

I met him at a game of words. There was a function organized at Abuja for its residents. The location was Jabi Lake and I went there alone.

My boyfriend and I were having some troubles and it just seemed like a good opportunity to distract myself from the situation.

I was already putting in extra hours at work to achieve that but, that was work, this was going to be something exciting. So I went, hoping to have a good time.

The lake was scattered with people. There was music, laughter, noise, food stands, people selling, people buying, some dancing, and others sitting in groups.

I sighted two men in the distance, playing a game of scrabble. It was my favorite game so I quickened my steps to where they were.

“Touché!” I heard him say to his opponent as the man played a word that scored him 60 points.

Both men smiled and I too, instinctively smiled.

I stood at attention and said, “Good evening, can I please join you?”

Please because these were not my twenty seven year old peers, they looked older, even though the bald headed one could have easily passed for a thirty five year old.

“Sure” the bald one agreed. “There’s room”

“I was just leaving anyway” The other man said, holding up his wrist to his eyes. “Business calls. Here,” he rose. “Have my seat”

I darted my eyes between both men, not wanting to be the reason he was leaving.

The bald one shrugged as he read my demeanor, smirked and motioned to the seat encouragingly, “Go ahead”

The man shook hands with the bald man, promising to catch up another time. And in minutes, he was gone.

“Have you played this game before?” the bald man was asking, gathering the tiles from the board into the opaque bag for a fresh game.

“Yes. I have been playing for five years”

“Ow! I Should be afraid” he teased, handing me the bag of tiles.

I chuckled slightly, received the bag from him. “I’m sure you’re better” I declared.

He smiled smugly, his eyes narrowing.

“Alexander” he introduced himself.  “And you are..”

“Krysten” I interrupted, “Krysten Odia”

“Alright Krysten, let’s play!”

……………
Alexander was a bald headed man – the most beautiful bald headed man I had seen.

He grew a beard that sat perfectly on his oval shaped face.

His skin was dark, his body lean and fit.
He was tall, so tall he must have stood at 6ft.

His stomach was flatter than mine, I could tell through that black T-shirt he had on the day that we met.

“41” he wrote me when I asked how old he was.

I couldn’t believe it! How did a 41 year old look that good?

I was inspired, but more than that, I was attracted to him. I had been from the lake when we started playing that game.

I had always liked older men, especially the ones who didn’t talk too much.

They carried with them a deep understanding about life, experiences that would leave you with many life lessons.

Intelligence, a vast amount of knowledge.

Maturity, graceful demeanor, put together, empathy and wisdom that could only come with age. A sexiness without trying so hard.

Alexander was all this. Something I got to find out with every text we exchanged.

He left for Lagos after that event at the lake and we hadn’t stopped talking since.

We spent hours on the phone, sometimes very late into the night.

He made me laugh, he got me pissed, he taught me new things, probably without even realizing it.

Deep conversations, care, rapid text replies… random texts.

I found myself telling him things, things I wouldn’t tell another so easily.

I vented to him about my boyfriend and he told me about his not so recent separation.

There was a need to connect and quite frankly, I couldn’t believe he liked someone like me.

Alexander was way out of my league. He had seen more days than I had. Gone through things I was yet to experience. Travelled to places I could only dream about.

Owned his own businesses whereas, I worked tirelessly for my boss.

He was a boss himself, I wasn’t…not yet.

Still, every time I went erratic on him for something he didn’t do or wouldn’t say, he all so patiently explained himself out of the situation. Never making it obvious the difference in our status.

He wasn’t one to flatter you with words, fill your ears with sweet nothings, no he didn’t do that, I was the effusive one.

“You haven’t told me I’m special” I complained during one of our conversations.

“I’ve shown you in many ways” he replied.

“Well, it still won’t hurt to hear the words. Words are sweet, makes for a good read”

“Easily faked. I’m more of an actions over words person”

“But I would believe you”

“I would urge you not to, because that wouldn’t be Alexander speaking. I’m already aberrant as it is”

“You won’t just say the damn words would you?”

“I don’t mean to sound cocky but I don’t waste a lot of time chatting with people. Has it occurred to you that many times, I’m awake just to talk to you? Us having this conversation right now is me telling you that you are”

I carried a lot of respect for him in my heart….and a lot of moistness between my thighs.

I enjoyed talking to him, more than I enjoyed talking to anyone else. And when we weren’t texting because we were both so busy, I missed him, a lot.

…………………………
“You should come to Lagos” he suggested, almost a Month after the lake. “I would like to see you, again”

I wasn’t going to turn down his invitation, for I too, wanted to see him. “Okay” I obliged.

“When would it be convenient?” he inquired.

“Definitely weekend” The day we were having this exchange was on a Wednesday.

“Weekend it is then.”

“Okay” I said.

“Okay.” he replied.

Less than thirty minutes later, I got a mail with my flight reservation information and then, a similar text from him.

“Got it!” I wrote. “Thank you” I clicked send.

“You’re welcome” he replied, almost immediately.

The countdown begun.

I had less than two days to get myself ready.

The very next day, at the close of work, I dashed to the salon to get my nails retouched and my hairstyle changed.

I got home afterwards and shaved myself clean.

The day after, I dashed to the market to buy some new shirts and dresses: You have to understand, when you are in the presence of someone like Alexander – a self-made man who oozed of nothing but prestige, there was an underlining need to level up.

He probably wouldn’t have cared what I wore – I don’t think men care so much about such things still, I was going to be on my ‘A’ game.

Refusing to engage myself in self-deceit, I bought matching sets of lingerie. I was a girl, going to visit a man, I pretty much had an understanding of how that visit would pan out… I had been wanting the same thing myself.

_____

His driver picked me up from the airport upon my arrival.

“Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t come get you myself, ” he texted, “I’ve been held up in a meeting since 10.am.”

“That’s okay” I replied. “Where am I staying?”

“My house”

I smiled to myself. “Okay” and clicked send.

It was Lagos, which meant we had to sit in long minutes of traffic.

I had my ear phones plugged in my ears, eyes staring out the window, listening to my songs while my mind sifted through different scenarios of how my weekend would go.

“Aunty sorry o” I overheard the driver say. “Na so this our Lagos dey be”

We had been held up for over an hour now.

I smiled dismissively, “It’s okay”

And really, it was okay. The air conditioner in the car was cooling my skin, my favorite artists singing in my ear and Alexander just a text away.

I was fine.

The car had been moving with the speed of a tortoise. After about two and a half hours, we were in the clear.

I heaved a sigh of relief and wrote Alexander. “Out of traffic now”

“Good,” he replied “I’m almost home myself”

I dropped my phone and watched the life happening on the streets as we sped our way through.

Lagos was as busy as I remembered. I rarely visited the town, but the few times that I did, it was the same thing – very busy.

We got to the Island and the driver looked at me through the rear view mirror. “We go soon reach o”

That singular announcement activated terrible butterflies in my stomach. I had been fine before, but now shit was about to get real.

Alexander was moments away – I would see him – he would see me – I would be with him.

Why any of that made me nervous, I did not know.

“We are here!” the driver declared, adding salt to injury.

“Oh crap!” I muttered under my breath.

The gate swung open and the driver drove into this bright and beautiful interlocked compound.

He brought the car to a halt, stepped down and held my door open before I could get to it.

“Thank you” I said and climbed down from the car.

Standing on my two feet while the driver got to my bag in the boot, I lifted my eyes to the building in front of me.

It was a tall house, beautiful to say the least. Could easily pass for a mansion, or maybe that is what it was – a mansion.

The outside walls were screeded and painted white with a touch of ash here and there, the roof itself was ash.

I was wowed.

“Aunty come inside” the driver invited as he rolled my box past me.

I followed him to the entrance of the house.

The door swung open and to my surprise, Alexander was standing there, wearing a black joggers and a white tee shirt. I had expected a maid to answer the door.

“Hey!” he flashed a smile, obviously delighted to see me.

“Good afternoon Sir” the driver made a bow and ducked past him with my box.

“Take the bag upstairs” Alexander ordered without shifting his gaze and that oh so handsome smile from my face.

I smiled back at him, took two strides forward and collapsed into him.

He let out a mild chuckle, tightening his arms around me.

I breathed in the masculine yet so sweet scent of his perfume. This was the first time I was standing in his embrace, touching him at all,…. he felt so strong.

I felt his lips press into my hair when he said “It’s good to have you here”

“Thank you” I responded, freeing my arms from his body.

The driver came walking back downstairs, he bowed slightly, more at Alexander before stepping out of the building.

“Come on in” Alexander invited and began to lead the way. “I was just in the kitchen…”

“Kitchen?” I commented behind him, roaming my eyes up and down the exquisite space, from the white POP ceiling to the brown leather chairs, back up at the chandelier and everything my eyes could take in.

“Yeah, the cook dashed to the market…”

My eyes  settled on a framed photograph of three beautiful girls, hung on the left side of the wall, “Are those your girls?”

He stopped walking , took back strides to stand besides me.

“Yeah” he smiled proudly. “That’s Itohan, Kate and Ivie” he pointed out.

“They are beautiful” I observed.

“Thank you”

I glanced sideways at him. “Are they here?”

“Not today, their mother has them for the week. Come on, let’s head into the kitchen”

I resumed walking behind him.

He pushed a door open and we stepped into a very spacious warm kitchen. He took fast strides to the counter and I just took in the kitchen’s mint green walls and modern cabinets.

His ex wife must have designed this place.

There was a very large rectangular table placed in the center of the kitchen with accompanying chairs.

Three fridges, two of which were deep freezers, two air conditioners, a flat screen television and endless minty green cabinets.

“I thought I’ll whoop something up” He was saying.

I strode to his side, climbed on the countertop and watched him turn a Juicer full of blended fruits into two glasses.

I knew it was fruits because the peels were sitting on the sink.

“Here you go” he said, offering me a glass.

“Thank you” I received the tumbler and sipped from it. “Hmmmnn” I groaned as the sweet thick blend travelled down my throat.

“That good huh?”

I nodded, taking another sip.

“Is it chill enough? I added ice cubes and milk..”

I nodded fervently. “Alex this is really nice”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it”

He jumped on the counter besides me, took a sip from his glass and we just sat there in satisfying silence. Smoothies in hands, eyes watching the television.

I knew there and then that I was going to remember this moment forever.

“You want something to eat?” He asked, breaking the silence. “I was thinking dinner at this really nice restaurant”

My mind instantly went to the white lacy dress packed in my box and gold sandals.

“Okay, I’m in”

He nodded and jumped down from the counter. “Come,” he said  “I’ll show you around”

He took hold of my hand and waited for me to jump down too.

I jumped, collected my glass and strolled out of the kitchen, besides him.

*******
I liked watching him drive – one hand on the steering wheel, the other roaming free.

Black suit never looked so good on anyone before, he was dashing!

The scent of both our perfumes filled the small atmosphere.

Avery Wilson’s album played steadily on the stereo. I sat, body tilted towards him, paying attention to the lyrics of ‘If I Had To’ as it currently jammed on the stereo.

He would shoot frequent glances my way, each to which I acknowledged with a smile.

When he reached out his hand to let it rest on my bare lap, I smiled, approvingly.

And it became, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my lap.

**
The restaurant was like any fancy restaurant would be – stylish atmosphere, great lightening, correct utensils.

A waiting staff approached our table minutes after we sat down.

“You’re welcome Sir, you’re welcome ma” He bobbed.

Alex nodded, “Good evening”

He picked up the Menu and signaled me to do the same.

We placed our orders, the waiter took them and bowed out of presence.

As we sat there, waiting for our food, we sipped on red wine and talked.

He asked me questions, I answered.
I asked him questions, and he answered.

Engaging conversation – we talked about different things, covering several topics in minutes.

It was just like we did over the phone, but this time even better. I could look into his eyes and witness every inch of emotion.

He was very direct, in everything he said, but I didn’t mind. I had been direct all my life so it was a relief to meet someone who didn’t mince words either.

“You have very beautiful eyes” he said to me, just as our food arrived.

I grinned impulsively. “Thank you”

“and lips..” he continued. “very sensual..”

His back was reclined into the chair as he said these words, one hand stretched forth on the table, holding his wine glass by the stem.

“A-And your smile, lightens everything up”

“Aberrant” I remarked.

He chuckled. “Touché”

. . . . . . .
It happened the way it happens in the movies – a couple gets home from an outing and starts to devour each other from the door. I guess you can say that we had built up emotions.

We had just stepped into the house from the restaurant, I was in front of him and he was behind me, taking a second to lock the door.

Next thing I felt was his hand arresting my wrist.

I glanced over my shoulders, looked at his face and stared at him.

It was right there in his eyes, that longing, for me.

I stepped backwards and stood face to face with him.

And like a timed clock that just went off, he took my face in both hands and kissed me, all so hungrily.

His lips, so soft against mine. His breath, lacing with the alcohol we had earlier.

My folds quivered.

I let my purse fall to the ground, wrapped my arms around his neck and tipped my body upwards so that he could kiss me even deeper.

He swept me off the floor into his strong hands..

“Ah!” I chuckled.

Cradling me the way you would cradle a baby, he began to climb the stairs that led to his room.

His face was staring down at my face.

He had this serious gleam, the type an actor in a movie scene wore when he was rescuing a girl, the same way he was carrying me.

The magic was in his eyes – they burned with desire. With every step he took, his breath fell upon my face.

He kicked the door to his bedroom open, got in, kicked it back close. Walked with me to the bed and carefully laid me down.

He stood at the foot of the bed, got out of his jacket, and began to unbutton his shirt sleeves, all the while, holding my gaze with his.

He shrugged out of his white shirt, and I gasped at his fit body.

His chest was taut, his abdomen chiseled. I could even see the V-shape of his torso.

How could a 41 year old be this beautiful? I wondered. Who is this guy?!

He unbuckled his belt and my heart just started pounding in anticipation. It was like having my very own private strip show.

He stepped out of his trousers.
I noticed a huge bulge, but like a parcel, I saved my excitement for when the wraps came undone.

“W-Wow!” was the word that escaped my lips as he stepped out of his gray briefs and his very well endowed rod greeted me.

“I’m not a small man” he proclaimed.

“No,” I managed to mutter through astonishment, “you’re not”

There was no way I was going to sleep with my boyfriend, ever again! not after that burrito of a dick must have plunged through me. My boyfriend won’t fit, not anymore.

He sank his knees to the edge of the bed and began to undo my shoes – first the right feet, then the left.

I sat up right, turned my back to him and swept my curly hair to the side to allow him unzip my dress.

In seconds, he was pulling the white lace over my head, exposing my matching red lingerie.

“Get naked with me” he whispered.

The feel of his breath on the back of my neck sent chills down my spine.

He unclipped my bra, letting lose my full globes.

He brought his hands around to my chest

As soon as his fingers touched my breasts, my eyes shut in pleasure.

He tweaked both nipples and I let out a soft moan.

His tongue made a singular stroke up the back of my neck and his lips began to nibble on its flesh, while his hands worked simultaneously at my breasts.

“A-ale-xander….” I cried.

He made me lay with my back to the bed.

Slowly, he peeled my panties off my body.

I was naked now- we both were.

I saw his jaw tighten as he stared down at my body
His breath heightening.

He lowered himself down to me and swam his tongue in between my lips

We kissed, sloppily.

I let my hands rub his baldness, matching the rhythm of his oh so sweet tongue with mine.

His head felt real smooth to my touch.

His right hand slipped down to my left breast. He cupped it and I just went crazy kissing him.

He bit my lower lip before crawling down to suck at my right breast, his hand still fondling the left.

I let out a moan, parting my lips… unable to close them back up.

He crawled lower, all the way down to my feet. Propped a pillow under my butt and I spread those legs before he had to.

He buried his head in between my thighs. Ran a tongue over my now juicy clit…

“Oh crap!” I swore, rolling my eyes into the back of my head.

I lifted my legs and placed them lightly on his shoulders, giving him more room to eat the hell outta me.

He licked, stroked, licked….and licked again.

Loud moans kept escaping my throat.

Body slithering as I felt myself nearing orgasm.

My fingers grabbed unto the sheets for dear life and I cried, “A-a-a-ale-x-a-a-a-n-de-r-r-r-r!” as I convulsed against his face.

He withdrew from my thighs, crawled up to my face and let me taste myself off his tongue.

He sat on the bed, shifted backwards so that his back was leaning against the bed frame.

I climbed over him.

Inhaled deeply, jaw dropping open as I uneasily sat on top of him.

A satisfied smirk shaped his lips as he watched me struggle.

He was enjoying this.

He placed both hands on my waist and steadily began to pull me down, eyes raging with passion as my wet walls gripped every inch of him as I went.

“Urrggh” he groaned, burying his head in between my breasts.

Never have I gasped that much in my life, my jaw won’t close, eyebrows pulled together to match my expression.

He was so big.

I dropped both arms over his shoulders.

He took my nipple into his mouth, rubbing his face over the flesh that was my breast.

I began to move up, and down of him, holding so firmly unto his body.

A sweetness that words cannot quantify enveloped me, all the way down to my toes.

My head rubbed against his, lips parted, moaning unsteadily.

He turned me over so that he was now on top of me

He wrapped my legs around his waist and plunged into me, har-rd

And he didn’t stop.

His waist, it pounded me so seamlessly.

I felt my walls begin to contract, folds lubricating twice as much.

Pleasure, and more pleasure welled up inside of me

I was going to explode..

I dug my fingers into the skin on his back, curled my toes downwards strongly

“I’m c-cu-mi-ng!” I announced

And almost immediately, I cried, “B-a-a-a-a-bbb-b-yy!” as my body jerked uncontrollably.

His excitement became erratic seeing me climax like that

It wasn’t long before he groaned into the crook of my neck

….And went limp on top of me.

_______
I hated for Monday to come, that weekend had been too eventful to want to leave.

He had given me a really good time – showed me unbelievable beautiful places around Lagos. Before him, fun for me was movies and birthday parties, but even those were not frequent. With him, I got to see enough to give me sweet dreams for weeks on end.

As we sat in the VIP lounge at the airport, waiting for my flight to be called, he took my hand into his, and my head rested against his shoulder.

I thought about how much I would miss him, thought about the memorable weekend I just had and everything I got to see.

I felt like my life would never be the same again..

“Krysten” He called, breaking into my thoughts.

“Yes?” I responded, without lifting my head.

“Are you happy?”

A smile shaped my lips. I nodded against his arm. “I am”

“Good”.

An announcement came through, calling on passengers of a particular flight, but it wasn’t mine. Still, I glanced at the ticket in my free hand, just to be sure.

The voice faded and everyone relaxed.

“Alexander?” I said.

“Yes?”

“Are you happy?”

“Ditto dear”.

THE END.

33 thoughts on “ALEXANDER. (18+)”

  1. Really nice piece. Easy flowing and well connected plots. And your ideas, really crazy but very imaginative. Keep it up gurl.

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