All this while, I couldn’t help but stare at this beauty. Her breasts were firmer than Mercy’s. Her lips looked full and tempting, slicked with bronze gloss. The tipsier I got, the more i wanted to taste them. She told me stories of her hometown. She came from El Paso which was a historically cowboy town in the state of Texas. I first heard of it in the movie, ‘The Good, The Bad and The ugly.’ She was visiting Kenya as a tourist. Her name was Daisy. Now I figured out why she had a cowgirl accent. She was glad to know that I had studied in her home state as well.
After drinking for a while, we decided to dance. Burna was still wooing the white ladies with his commandeering base voice and chiseled features.
Daisy followed my lead with an athletic ease and grace. She had some kind of wristband she’d hooked one hand through, and she held her arm out to the side so the skirt swirled around us like water. The slit flashed glimpses of long fleshy leg that heated my libido to a smoky simmer.
Suddenly, she caught the back of my neck, and drew my head down until she could reach my mouth. It was a surprisingly tender kiss, less an act of passion than an offer of comfort. Her lips felt exquisitely soft as they brushed over mine, a delicate seduction. She started to draw back.
I couldn’t let her retreat. I caught her nape, felt the cool silk of her heavy gold hair against my fingers, impossibly soft. Opening my lips, i deepened the kiss, drinking in her taste, savoring the sweet comfort she offered.
Daisy responded with a tiny moan, a whimper of breath against my mouth. She leaned onto me, the silk of her gown warm from her body, her breasts lush and full against my chest. Her long legs moved restlessly, brushing mine. Her scent filled his head, some delicate perfume tinged with jasmine, and beneath that, the creamy scent of a natural female .
“Do you want to get out of her?” she asked me.
I nodded in agreement and off we were to my car. Desire burned in me. I didn’t care if anyone had seen us kiss. I had never been with a foreign woman before. Forget that, I had never been with any other woman since I married Mercy. I could have taken her there and then in my car but I thought of scandals. Finding the nearest hotel was the best option. I even forgot that rooms had been booked for us.
We drove through the moonlit Malindi night, the Jaguar’s headlights spearing the darkness. I shot her a look of longing. The drive seemed endless, torturous. It was hell trying to dodge other cars, my senses, my entire being focused on the rush of adrenaline-spiked pleasure tearing through me.
She’d danced and joked throughout the evening, teasing me subtly with a brush of fingertips here, a ripple of laughter there. She knew just how much i wanted her now, and she’d seemed determined to test my control. I touched her thigh with exquisite care as if she was something fragile and valuable. She didn’t resist.
My mind wandered back to Mercy, my wife. I reminisced of the days we made love in the shower, in the spacious bathtub. The days we skived work and stayed home -sinning at the kitchen table. Those days were seemingly gone, what I remained with was a disturbed mind, a mind that was full of conflict, a mind that needed peace.
We found a hotel nearby and luckily there was only one vacant room left. This was destiny.
After paying, we rushed to the elevator like teenagers- destination room number 562, fifth floor. Daisy was much too close for my self-control. Her pretty face was too close. Her deep, dark blue eyes stared too deeply into mine. For a moment, just a moment, I allowed myself to sink inside her world, staring at her, running my fingers across her long neck, just to feel the peace, the contentment. She did the same too.
We broke our cuddle when the elevator door opened. I took her hand and led her to room 562, opening it frantically then closing the door behind us.
Daisy turned on the remote controlled fireplace. I had only seen those in movies. The fire blazed warm and bright, sending flickering flickers of red-gold lighting over her face, along her body. The room was quiet, cool, but nothing could pierce the haze of fiery heat raging through my body.
There was no pleasure so great as holding her close to me. It touched my soul, warmed it. She sent pulses to my heart, where once there had been nothing but cold emptiness, a hollow, haunted shell of a man.
The more she responded to my touch, the more she let out those soft forlorn moans, the more I wanted.
My hands stroked down her back, over her hips and up again. With shrewd impatience, I tore off her blouse and pulled the shreds from her body, tossing them to the floor. The short skirt came next. The scent of her, the sweet rush of feminine lust and need, tore through my senses. I was losing all sense of place and time. Nothing else mattered–just this touch, this woman, nothing else. And so, I lost myself in her, forgetting everything that ever mattered in my life: my morals, my wife and my love for business.
The following morning, fatigue dominated my body. I could recall all the juicy proceedings of the previous night. Some items in the room seemed broken. Damn! We would have to pay for damages. Daisy was still deep asleep. The room was hot. I got up, opened the windows then turned on the TV. I tuned in to CNN and went back to the bed.
As I was busy fondling my sleeping beauty’s hair, the next segment of the news caught my attention.
“Loice Sharpeman, the serial killer from El Paso, Texas has been on the run for over a month now. The FBI is still coordinating searches with Interpol and other international agencies to find her as she is alleged to have fled the country. As you remember, Loice murdered 26 men that she slept with in Texas two months ago. As you can recall, the most outrageous murder she ever committed was tying up one of her victims on a post at the edge of a cliff then shooting him from over 500 yards away as shocked ranchers watched. Miss Sharpeman is also suspected to have murdered 48 other men in various states across the country. The FBI has set a reward prize of 10 million dollars to anyone with information that leads to her arrest.”
Then her picture was shown. I nearly choked. The lady whose picture was shown on the screen was the lady on my bed. Daisy was Loice? Or was it a look alike? I thought of confirming that again but quickly retracted that thought in favor of an early escape. As I was about to move I heard the corking of a gun followed by the placing of a cold metal nuzzle on my neck.
“Move again and I shoot.”
I sat still, terrified. She continued.
“Damn! I was hoping our romance would last a little longer. I chose you for a purpose. You have something I need. I’m assuming you know Dr. Amai, his wife is your friend. I understand that he’s the best plastic surgeon in Africa and he’s currently in Nairobi. So here’s what I want. You’ll set up a meeting. I want a new face. Unfortunately, I’ll have to kill him after he’s done with the job. Then I’ll see what to do with you, Put on your clothes, we’re ‘going to Nairobi!”
DISCLAIMER: The above story is a creative piece. None of the events or characters are real
Written by Philip Etemesi (KU)
