Like Fine Wine

I had already started the mental process of recollecting and chronicling the happenings and shenanigans for the “crazy 24” story I originally planned on writing when I made a sudden turn and jumped on this instead. This story was occasioned by a flashback which was occasioned by a completely random conversation.
…..detour……. Seriously this memoir writing thing is no joke mahnn, whaaaattt!?… shit is mentally draining… the struggles to accurately recall relevant happenings and important details; finding the perfect words , phrasing them in an engaging presentation……braaah!!!. da fvck am I doing stressing myself out like this without pay? LOL. …..well, ok, maybe I just have so much foolishness and fun to share; and enjoy letting the world in on some of my past. Because this is definitely no therapeutic ‘letting out of steam’ for me…this shit stresses me da fvck out.
….anyhoo 🙂…
I was in conversation with a “buddy” Nancy, when we touched on the subject of guys having older lovers. I regaled how two of my top ten sexual experiences had been with older women. As the conversation continued, Memories of one of those experiences flooded my mind….damn how time flies, I could barely recall most of the conversations and happenings leading up to our meeting. But the sex?…..that was the shiznit!!….Liz was a sweet fvck.
Let me start from the beginning ….
I didn’t always use to be this sexually expressive or adventurous. As a matter of fact I was quite shy, reserved and you could also say religious(I’m still very pious) . I grew up in a good christian home and my parents were largely strict and didactic in raising us. I was a quiet , but playful straight A teenager; The kind to cup the Highest UME score and second best O’level result in his set, snag an SAT score in the upper 90th percentile and a TOEFL score of 247 on a scale of 300 (at the time) Yeah, that was me (why am I still in naija? Short but long story).😁
I was a scholar, but not necessarily a book worm, because I didn’t really need to do so much to get by. I was also the kind of kid that grew up with alot of idealist mentality… everything could be perfect…

…My love was going to be a perfect one, My first lovemaking experience was going to be perfect and only with someone I was truly in love with, bla bla bla.. this made me put off sex for a long time (even though I did the usual touch touch and kiss kiss). But life has a way of giving you a rude awakening.
I didn’t have sex till I was 21, and when I finally did, it wasn’t with a fairy tale love-of-my-life butterfly-in-my-stomach princess or my Cinderella in shiny glass slippers. No, It was some round-assed chick I met at a cyber-café , and we were neither in love nor dating for that matter, we were just two horny beings in lust. She actually couldn’t believe that was my first time (I used to watch porn and read a lot of adult material so I had had sex plenty times in my head. Lol) I’m also a very fast learner and I get really good at anything I do, and I mean anything, except I do not have genuine interest in it.
I also didn’t start to take Alcohol till my service year…yes people did it a lot around me but I wasn’t the type to do what people were doing just because they were doing it. So all in all, I was a laid back guy with average swag and boyish charm that enjoyed “great sex” but didn’t have the resources or super-good looks to snag the type of chicks I was attracted to. I definitely wasn’t bad looking but believe me I had ridiculously high taste, lol too high for my own good. Anyways as I became sexually active and began to explore sexuality I frequently got complimented on the size of my plantain and the way I planted, and that felt good. I got ‘curiouser’ (yes I just invented it, oversabi) and decided to explore a wider audience
Facebook was the ”in thing” with regards to social media at the time. I opened a pseudo account where I posted some racy pictures.. the usual crazy stuff, and over the few months I was running the account (before facebook deactivated my ass into oblivion) I met a few interesting people.. Liz was one of them. I cannot recall much of our conversations but our first exchange involved her asking me if the pictures on my profile were really mine and how “enticing” a particular one was.We exchanged BBM pins and started with the

texting, and sexting then progressed to phone conversations.
We talked about ourselves, turn-ons, turn offs , sexual proclivities, the regular stuff. Liz was working with one of the old generation banks, she was single and a fan of big dicks. I was fresh outa NYSC and broke as a joke. She was a stoner (you wouldn’t have the slightest inkling if you walked into an office and saw her behind a desk) she wasn’t enemies with the bottle either.
I on the other hand didn’t smoke at the time and was very light on the alcohol. She liked guys who were strong, burly and very hung, in a nutshell…Big bad wolves. I was basically a jew guy who was excited at the thought of fvcking an older lady because it made him feel like a stud/gigolo of sorts. Oh, I did I mention she was roughly 7 years older than I was.
Liz fit the bill for the perfect fvck buddy, the kind of chick you could link up with from time to time for some wilding out; without having to worry about attachment or financial obligations. The type to chat you up while at work and tell you how wet she was and how badly she needed your meat and some vitamins. Uuuunnfortunately…. she was based outside of Lagos (She was resident in Delta State) Sad shame. She however mentioned that she visited Lagos from time to time for both work and leisure.
One day Liz chatted me up to tell me she would be visiting Lagos soon for some training or examination or something of that sort. That was great news! We would finally be getting to meet. Make we re-knack all the knack wey we don dey knack with keyboard.. They arrived lagos and were lodged somewhere in Ikeja (the bank rented out a hotel somewhere off allen for the duration of their stay). They arrived on a Sunday I think, and started the week preoccupied with whatever they were in town for. I was also occupied with stuff. We finally agreed to meet on Wednesday night, their day usually ended at about 7 or so , So we agreed I’d come arnd at about 8
The D day arrived, I threw on the coolest garb I could find,dusted my nyash, and setout for Ikeja
Two bus and one byke trip later, I arrived Allen. I called liz and it turned out they were running late, so I had to find a place. Shit!!

Shit!! I found my way to KFC and sat down. Thought of ordering something but changed my mind, I wasn’t hungry and I wasn’t in the mood to waste my money, or maybe I did order something ,I honestly cannot remember.
About half an hour later my phone rang. It was Liz
‘Hi dear , whatsup?… Hello X, can you hear me… ? I replied in the affirmative…
‘where are you ?’ she asked.
I’m at KFC ..I replied
‘sorry dear, sorry I kept you waiting, this lagos traffic is crazy.we just got to the hotel.’ She gave me the name of the hotel and asked that I not go to the front desk, but call her instead when I get there.
I stood up tapped my back pocket to be sure I still had my Gold circle (lol I never upgrade to durex that year) then strolled to the hotel. I got into the premises called Liz and waited for her to come down, as I stood around taking in the scenery.
It was already a couple of minutes past 9 p.m. Shortly after, I saw a figure exit the building from the side and wave at me, It was Liz.
She beckoned and I moved in her direction. She was wearing a skirt and top, nothing fancy, As I got closer her features became clearer, she had an oval face , with very little makekup if any. She wore her hair very low and texturized, what I think they call anita baker style and it suited her just fine. For some reason I find that hair style quite sexy (almost slutty infact). She didn’t have any artificial nails but her fingers were nice and her nails were clean and well groomed. Her hips were moderate and she appeared to have a nice set of knockers (She wasn’t showing much cleavage but preliminary assessment was promising so far 😂) I’m more of an ‘ass man’ than a ‘boob guy’ by the way, but hey….. a nice pair titties never hurt anybody.
I got to where she was and we exchanged pleasentries.….for the swiftest second I detected a slight hint of disappointment in her eyes as they did a quick assessment. As I regaled earlier, Liz liked big burly guys while I on the other hand was far from burly,I consider myself more on the wiry side (what some guy at my gym called lean,mean muscle). At 65kg and 5’9 I am definitely not big for a guy, beeeettttt I was strong as fvck

stronger than guys much much bigger. But liz didn’t know all that . I looked bigger in the pictures and she was a little taken aback (she later told me what her thought had been at that instant….which kyn small pikin be this, shey this one go sabi fuck so).
We got to the room and she invited me in. she was perfectly visible now. we stood at about the same height (or maybe I was slightly taller)and her ass was not bad. The first conversation line was ..
‘wow you looked bigger and more matured in your pictures ’…
’lol, I know right, pictures can be deceiving’ I replied.
We made some small talk and she started to hint that she was tired and wasn’t so sure she was up for this. I laughed in my mind (was she considering me a waste of sin? Tufiakwa) in that instant I made up my mind to teach her a lesson.. make a very very lasting impression. She was about to get run the fuck over but she didn’t know it yet 😁 .
I know you’re not interested in boyish charm and all that but big things can come in small packages. She laughed and that seemed to douse the unease a bit.
she asked what I wanted to drink… beer or brandy?… I opted for Gunniess stout. She called for some. The drinks arrived and we started to settle in. As I poured myself a glass, she got up moved toward the wardrobe and unceremoniously stripped to her bra and g-strings …‘don’t mind me oo I’m crazy ’ she said as she put her clothes away. That was probably one of the tiniest G-string I’ve ever seen. It was like she was wearing a black thread that just disappeared into the crack of her ass. Lol.
She magically produced a blunt and asked if I was interested, I declined. She lit her joint, waltzed around for a second, then excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom. The sight of her semi-naked body was already giving my john Thomas ideas. As a young cat in the game I was still easily moved, and it also didn’t take too much alcohol to get my system charged up.When she got out of the bathroom she was fresh and smelling nice and I had almost finished my first bottle.
While we were exchanging messages, part of the things I’d told her was that I liked showers just before sex,

that way everybody is fresh and clean and smelling nice, so as she came out I told her I needed one. I stripped to my trunks and dashed to the bathroom. I was very time conscious because being the good boy that I was, I seldom stayed out late, so I knew my phone would be blowing up soon with calls from my Mom.
A few minutes into my shower she came into the bathroom to end the rest of her joint (according to her she ever smoked in the room because she didn’t want coworkers coming in and asking what that smell was) as I turned, she caught her first glimpse of my semi-erect dick ‘ Jesus , na wetin u dey carry up and down be this ?‘.. I swear I literally burst into a laugh. she laughed too and ended with ‘na wa o’. she stood there watching me shower with a naughty smile on her face, making small talk as she smoked the small joint left. She finished the thing and exited.

I walked into the room naked and more confident now, underwear in hand. She lay in bed, naked … doing justice to her drink, eyes on the TV.
I waltzed to the table where my second bottle was waiting. I turned to see her running her eyes up and down my body taking in my thin legs, tout abs, ripped torso and wide chest. I generously returned the favour from across the room. We chatted as we both downed alcohol, by the time I got to the bottom of my second bottle, I had super powers 💣✊🔌⚡….😂 Dick hard as a mofo mind woozy as shit, I slid into bed beside her.

Resting on my right elbow I pulled her closer by the waist and started to nuzzle her neck, she smelt good. The alcohol made me feel like I could perceive her very essesnce. I worked my way up her neck with light brushes of my lips, flicking my tongue when I got to the top of her jawline, just below the ear. As I traced my lips back down her neck my left hand found her right breast, cupped and squeezed them gently.She let out a soft moan and I felt her body shiver slightly…her girls were soft and full, her areolas dark and beautiful. She moved her hand to my head and drew me in for a kiss. Our lips locked passionately while I continued to cup her right breast in my palm twiddling the nipple with my thumb and fore finger.…

she moaned softly into my mouth as her lips parted, eyes shut, hand still holding the side of my head.
I dotted some kisses along her left collar bone briefly before taking her left nipple in my warm mouth. She grabbed my head tighter and threw her head back.
I intermittently teased her nipples with my teeth while I sucked and twiddled. I knew her pussie was definitely throbbing and wet by now. After a couple of minutes she snatched my hand off her left breast and moved it to her crotch, throwing her thighs apart. She’d had enough of the waiting.
She moved to touch my dick but I warded her hand off with my forearm. I touched her pussy as if to feel the temperature and let only the middle finger slide in…. chick was dripping and warm, now was the time.
I got off the bed, pulled her to the edge, and spread her thighs… laying the pussie bare before me like a sacrifice on an altar. I got down on one knee placed her right leg on my left shoulder, with my left arm going under and around the top of her thigh to her crotch in a partial circle. Her other leg was folded at the knee with the heel braced at the edge of the bed. With the thumb and forefinger of my left hand I spread her labia , moving the hood of the clitoris backward to reveal her knob.
I took a second to appreciate the sight of her well shaved pudenda before engaging the enemy. I started with a few wet licks of her clit, then advanced to sucking and teasing lightly with my teeth and tongue. She screamed and bucked grabbing the top of my head as far as her arm could reach. I introduced one then two fingers into her vagina, finger fucking her as I continued the onslaught on her clitoral region with my mouth. “Ooooohhhh shiiiiiit oooooohhhhh shiit ohhhh my Goooood . what are you doing???? “ She was vibrating and trashing around.Just when I felt the tension had built up and she was nearing an orgasm I got up (she opened her eyes flustered) I strapped up, positioned myself properly and thrust hard inside her dripping pussy. She screamed! And I mean really screamed!! I’m surprised nobody came knocking.

I paid no attention to her noise as I spread her legs in a wide vee, grabbing each one firmly at the ankle, (the bed was quite high ….so it was good for bussiness). Feet planted firmly on the floor, I adjusted myself to a comfortable angle and proceeded to pound her. Deep hard thrusts at first, then shallow strokes … thrusting at an upward angle in an attempt to graze her G- region. Shawty damn near lost her mind.
When the position got uncomfortable I leaned forward into her, with her legs folded all the way back and braced on my shoulders. I continued with deep strokes, nuzzling her neck and tongue fucking her ear intermittently as I thrust. She moaned, muttered and screamed obscenities, clutching on to me for dear life. I switched position… closing both legs together and moving them to the left so she was lying on her right side with her ass at the edge of the bed and pussy lips in front of me like a sandwitch.
I angled slightly to the left supporting myself with the same hand that was pinning her ankles down and continued to pummel her pum pupm spanking her ass intermittently…..It didn’t take too long before she exploded.

It was finally safe for me to cum, the Guinness was in action, but I wasn’t going to be superman forever. I motioned for her to turn around. She sluggishly repositioned and lay on the bed face down ass up,feet on the ground, hands spread in front of her, exhausted. I spread her soft ass cheeks and planted my cock inside her again ….she moaned as it parted her pussy lips and lodged deep inside. I pinned her head down with one hand, held her waist with the other and started tearing that ass up. I wasn’t trying to please her right now….I was trying to show her who was boss. I knew she was spent and frankly I was getting tired, but I wasn’t stopping till I bust a nut. As I felt my climax building , I leaned on top of her reaching under to grab her breasts. Fingers twiddling her nipples, palms squeezing her tits I thrust vigorously till I offloaded with a grunt and collapsed on top of her. We lay there motionless for atleast 30 secs, panting, and laughing.

I rolled off and checked my phone, it was past 10 and I had one missed call from ” My Mummy” 😁
Almost like it was a cue her phone rang, she looked at it and frowned… she picked up after several rings and told the person on the other end that she was out. I asked who it was and she said it was her co-worker “the guy dey always like come my room come chill, sometimes we smoke together”… in my mind I was like ..that one sef dey..lol. I entered the bathroom, cleaned up and told her I’d have to leave soon….” Ah ah ,why now, where are you rushing to” “My folks are calling me already and its getting very late”
“So you’re still a mummy’s boy”, she mocked.
She disappeared into the bathroom washed up and walked back in to find me sitting at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of me smiling fondly and started caressing my head and face…the other hand holding my shoulder as her breasts stared at me. As I sat there feeling like a stud, funny thoughts floated in my head… see the aunty that was doing anyhow-anyhow before….now she’s doing one kind-one kind. Lol.
Great sex will fvck wt your mind… that shit will have an ugly ass motherfvcker lookin cute as a button, and a lazy ass nigga look like a hustler with ambition 😂 …’chei you are strong, this is how you fvck all those your girlfriends abi’ . the hand on my shoulder had moved to the back of my neck and the other was now caressing my chest, up and down my torso and playing with my dick. I have to get out of here man, I was thinking of how the fuck I was going to get home. “I have to leave Liz”

She got down on her knees pushed me backwards with one hand and started to fondle my balls….Oh shit,…..I was feeling a stir before I knew it.

she took my dick in her mouth as she continued to rub and caress my testicles. In a few minutes that motherfucker had sprouted again. Which kyn wahala be this.I got up and stood at the foot of the bed looking down at her as she knelt submissively with her eyes closed and her wet lips stretched around my dick, I smiled as I tried to imagine the thoughts in her head…. She was blind to her earlier inhibitions now. …She no longer saw the smallie she had encountered a few hours.

At that moment, we were just two adults….and It was all about the pleasure.

She wanted to be fed, so feed her I did. As she sucked on my dick, I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand pulling her head closer with each forward sucking motion, controlling her speed.
Liz was a pleaser, she sucked and slurped like she was auditioning for head of house’… my dick was throbbing, her lips shining with saliva and pre cum. She took my dick out of her mouth and bent her head to locate my testicles. She raised them as far as she could and traced a path from under my testicles with her tongue….all the way to the base of my phallus before swallowing them one ball after the other.
After a short while I motioned for her to stay put then slowly and rhythmically started to fuck her mouth…. Slowly at first then a little faster intermittently running my right hand through her short hair( I liked the feel of my fingers on her scalp) , I thrust my hip gently to prevent from gagging or choking her. I fucked her mouth for a few more minutes, and when the dick had reached the recommended hardness level I quickly pulled out, bending over to kiss her.
I lifted her up….and I mean carried her completely and moved her to the chair in the room, placing her with her back on the seating portion and her butt sticking out slightly from the edge.
She was shocked I could lift her, but I wasn’t concerned about that right now. I just wanted to fvck her and get the hell out. I pushed my dick in without thinking, it felt different and I immediately pulled out remembering I wasn’t wearing a rubber.

She read my mind ….and as I made to get up she pulled me back down and shoved my dick in. I looked into her eyes…they were extremely wet with lust, and it drove me insaneI pushed her legs back towards her holding each one under the knee, pivoted myself nicely and dove in deep, slamming into her wet slit… hard …. fast. Her head butting the backrest with every thrust…she was loving it,she liked it rough. She grabbed me by the neck choking me slightly, I removed my left hand from behind her right knee bracing myself on the chair beside her ( supporting my weight )

and grabbed the sides of her neck with the other hand.. I choked her back and continued slamming into her. She suddenly grabbed my lower back with both hands and started thrusting her hips forward, her nails biting into my skin… I knew she was nearing the peak. I quickly switched my support to the backrest and with my right thumb kneaded her clit as my dick continued to run into her.
She bucked wildly, stiffened and grabbed me tightly for the longest of seconds as she exploded. She held on to me and I stayed in place’’. Moments later I pulled out my extremely wet dick slapped it against her clit a few times and said goodbye. I washed up grabbed my phone ( three missed calls from home…fantastic) got dressed and told her I was leaving. She asked if I needed cab money (I honestly did) but I declined.

She cleaned up, got dressed and saw me off. We sneaked out through the side exit again, and walked into the street. It was a couple of minutes to 11, and the streets were deserted. As we got closer to the main road, she stopped me, grabbed my head by the sides and kissed my deeply like I was about to die or something . Ironically that was the last time I saw her.
The Saturday before they left town (they left on Sunday) she called me up to tell me she was at the Shrine with a friend and asked if I could come, I told her I couldn’t. she begged, and coaxed… promising to pay my cab fare to and fro but I really couldn’t. her call was too impromptu and I was with my old man. She got mad and started acting up. We grew apart and eventually lost contact.

Part of the reasons why that encounter was particularly memorable to me, was because It was a first time with an older woman, and I felt very masculated… Some women like fine wine, are sweeter with age.