Abuja To Lagos
Episode 6 ?❤
As Clifford’s hands roamed her body, Adaora let him up long enough so he could move to the center of the unmade bed. Then, she took his hands and pinned them down. He put up a token struggle, but otherwise willingly met his fate.
They continued to kiss. Adaora pressed her body against his. Clifford’s ÇOçk was hard, brought to attention by his lover’s eagerness.
Adaora started to grind her pu$$y against him and soon felt the head of his ÇOçk against the entrance to her sëx. She let out a long sigh as Clifford entered her. She threw her head back as his length penetrated her.
They both gasped when he hit bottom. Still holding his hands, Adaora impaled herself on Clifford. Any semblance of control she had was long gone. Lust consumed her. Desire clouded her thoughts.
Up and down she bounced.
Her hips moved back and forth. Her çlit rubbed against him. Clifford’s sëx filled her up. He tried to move his hands, but Adaora still held him down.
She was out of control. Her toes started to tingle. Their teeth knocked together with wet, slobbery kisses.
Up and down.
Clifford didn’t move as Adaora rode him. His ÇOçk stood straight up in the air as her pu$$y enveloped it.
He couldn’t speak because Adaora’s tongue was in his mouth. Her eyes were closed.
Up and down.
Faster. Harder.
She sat up, releasing his hands. He went to her Brë@šts and Clifford squeezed them. She cried out. Her hands closed over his. She needed to steady herself. He felt perfect inside her.
A dangerous thought raced through her mind. I never want to be with anyone else ever again. Adaora squeezed her eyes shut as the tears began to flow. Overcome with desire, she let out a gasp and brought herself down hard on Clifford
She felt his hips push upward.
Her hands clasped Clifford tighter.
With one final cry, the room started to spin. The head of Clifford’s ÇOçk was flaring inside her. The tingling in her toes spread to her whole body. She felt lightheaded. And then she seemed to explode.
Waves of pleasure wracked Adaora’s body. She continued to grind her hips against her lover.
It seemed as if the 0rg@zm would never end. There were flashes in the corners of her eyes. Her hypersensitive N?pplës were pressed flat against Clifford’s palms.
Her pu$$y flooded with nectar, mixing with Clifford’s exertions. Clifford tried to steady her, but she collapsed anyway. Into the safety and comfort of his loving embrace.
***
“How did you get all those flowers into the room?”Adaora asked. She couldn’t see Clifford, but she knew he was right next to her.
“You’re a heavy sleeper,” he replied, a touch of amusement in his voice.
Only around you, she thought. In truth, Adaora was a very light sleeper, but there was something about Clifford that put her off guard.
“And what about the picture?”
“I … uh, took the memory card out of your phone and had the Photoshop on the main floor,” Clifford said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“They were open in the middle of the night?”
“The service desk is always open. Especially when you drop the name of a favored guest, Miss High Roller.”
That caused Adaora to chuckle. The hands on her body moved down from her shoulders to the middle of her back.
She assumed that the massage she was giving Clifford was doing him a good job because he Mõ@ned with pleasure after she hit just the right spot.
Once she recovered consciousness from their earlier frenetic sëx, Adaora and Clifford shared a room service breakfast and then went down to the spa.
They were getting royal treatment. She didn’t know how much the afternoon was costing Clifford, but she made a mental note to see if her friend—and the hotel pit boss could get at least part of the spa bill chomped to her. After all, she had wagered a fair amount of money in their casino, and that had to count for something, right? At least she was ahead for the week.
The two had some time in the sauna, then a skin treatment and a full body massage, complete with hot stones and aromatherapy. Adaora had never felt so relaxed.
Clifford was never far from her. They held hands when they could, but she took great comfort in knowing he was always nearby.
Once they had been worked over by the masseuses, Clifford checked the clock on the wall as Adaora pulled a bathrobe around her body. It was close to 3:30.
He slipped into a bathrobe of his own and then went over to the door. Two young women with nametags were waiting outside. They came into the room behind Clifford. He leaned over and gave Adaora a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll be back to pick you up at six,” he said. “Girls, take good care of her.”
Before Adaora could respond, he was gone. The two introduced themselves as Esther and Bidemi. They led Adaora to another part of the salon. The next two hours were taken up with a manicure and pedicure, and then it was off to do her hair.
After a thorough wash, Esther asked how she wanted it styled.
“Did Clifford say anything to you about it?” Adaora asked.
“No,” the other girl replied. “He just said to give you the full treatment, so I guess we can do anything you want.”
Adaora thought about the pictures she had seen of Ezinne and how she might have worn her hair. That is what Clifford wants, isn’t it? Adaora thought. A date with his wife?
She thought long and hard for a minute. I’m not her. I told him as much the other night. But he was so happy when they were together. Shouldn’t I do that much for him?
“Surprise me,” Adaora said, not wanting to be the one to make that decision.
Esther spun her around, so she couldn’t see the mirror.
The stylist was chatty and engaging. She even trimmed a little off and evened the layers out.
Then Esther really went to work. With pins and hairspray, Adaora’s hair was pulled back. She wove some baby’s breath into the curls.
After a few minutes, Bidemi came back and began putting makeup on Adaora
“We’re almost out of time,” she said apologetically. “I’m sorry to rush you.”
Adaora felt like she was 17 again and going to the prom.
Without letting Adaora see herself, Esther and Bidemi led Adaora to another room. On a stand was a flowing ballroom dress. It was an elegant deep blue, low-cut but not too much. There was a pair of white, elbow-length gloves that went with it and some matching heels.
Thinking back to the day she and Clifford met, Adaora realized this is what he had her measured for. Is it hers?
The two girls dressed Adaora quickly.
“Do you think this is the night?” Bidemi asked conversationally.
“For what?” Adaora was puzzled.
The other girl smiled. “That he’s going to ask you to marry him?”
Adaora’s jaw dropped.
“Oh,” Bidemi blushed furiously when she saw the blank expression. “I’m sorry. I just assumed… big date. Gorgeous gown. Oh! My God.”
“You two just look like you’re so in love,” Esther said, trying to come to her friend’s rescue.
“Me? A hooker in love? Adaora’s pulse began to race. It took a minute to find her voice. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
Bidemi didn’t say anything else. If she could have disappeared, Adaora thought she would have. Instead, she tried to hurriedly finish up Adaora’s makeup.
When the final touches were complete, Esther turned Adaora towards a floor-length mirror.
Adaora’s heart jumped into her throat. All that was missing were the glass slippers.
“Thank you, girls,” Adaora said when she could breathe again.
“You’re very welcome,” Esther replied. They each gave Adaora a quick hug, careful not to smudge any makeup.
They led her out to the sitting area and assured her that her clothes had already been sent up to her room and that the bill had been taken care of.
It was exactly six o’clock, and Clifford was nowhere to be seen. Adaora fidgeted nervously.
She felt a soft touch on her elbow.
“Ma’am?” The spa manager stood beside her. “Mr. Clifford said he is going to be a few more minutes. He’s asked if you would meet him in the main lobby.”
Adaora slipped her hand into the crook of his offered arm.
They walked out of the spa and across the floor. As she passed, people fell silent, staring at her. Adaora held her head high as if oblivious to the admiring stares. Her heart raced. She was the princess going to the ball.
She spied Clifford talking to someone at the concierge desk. He still hadn’t seen her. The woman behind the counter pointed at Adaora and Clifford turned. He was wearing a handsome black tuxedo. There was a corsage on the counter next to him.
Adaora stopped in her tracks. Clifford’s eyes were fixed on her. Time seemed to stand still. All the ambient noise—from the people, from the slot machines, from the music playing through the overhead speakers—faded away.
“Thank you,” Adaora, said to the spa manager.
“It was my pleasure. You two have a wonderful evening,” he bowed slightly and then walked away.
Clifford still hadn’t moved. She crossed the distance between them, fully aware of all the eyes upon her.
Is he seeing her? Adaora thought to herself. Or does he see me?
“You look fantastic,” he breathed, spellbound.
They stared at each other for a moment longer. Finally, Clifford took out the corsage and pinned it on her. Of course, it matched perfectly.
When they finally stumbled out of bed, Clifford and Adaora took a shower together and got dressed. It was noon, and while the sun was going to be out all day, the heat wasn’t stifling. She put on shorts and a sleeveless polo shirt. She found a hat in her bag and dug out her sunglasses. Clifford was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice T-shirt.
While in the car, Adaora and Clifford held hands. Several times, Clifford looked in one of the mirrors and found that she had a goofy grin on her face. It was almost a mirror image of the one Clifford had.
She and Clifford talked, mostly about what else they wanted to do in Lagos
After leaving the hotel, they stopped by Ocean Basket, a charming Lagos restaurant that was off Victoria Island. It came highly recommended by the salesmen in the hotel.
They sat outdoors and in the shade and shared a light lunch. The staff was friendly and the food was excellent. Adaora only had a salad, but helped herself to some of Clifford’s pasta.
With the sun still out, they headed west and drove through Tarkwa Bay Beach stopping at the visitor’s center and at a couple of other places to take some pictures.
Adaora watched Clifgord laying with his new camera and it made her feel good that she had found something for him that he liked. After a zillion pictures and a couple of lovely T-shirts from the gift shop, they went back to the hotel.
They took a quick shower, washed off the oily suntan lotion, and cleaned up for dinner. Adaora put on a yellow sundress while Clifford dug out a pressed pair of khakis and a nice polo shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms.
Heading downstairs again, they picked the car up from the valet and drove over to the Ocean Basket. Clifford had made reservations at the restaurant. They got an outdoor table overlooking the interior design of the place.
Several times she noticed Clifford staring admiringly at her legs or her chest, but when he’d talk, he always looked her in the eyes.
After a couple of glasses of wine, both were loosened up a little. She ordered the lamb shank with polenta and Clifford had a variety of shellfish in a sauce.
“Can I ask you something?” Adaora said.
“Sure.”
To be continued…
Frank The Writer
