Bimpe - A Night to Remember 3

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That was the first time that either of them had ever crossed the line, of their sexuality, Mr. Benson looked up he was admittedly flushed, and she could not help laughing Mr. Benson you are blushing. She had never seen this man vulnerable.

 

It was about 8.pm as they both walked past Mrs. J, Goodnight ma, Bimpe greeted, cutting a slight kneel from her steps, Mrs. J had heard their laughter as they pushed through the door. Bimpe had come through the door first saying; "you still have not answered my question, wicked boss".

 

Mr. Benson came out laughing, he had his briefcase in one hand and the other a few files and instinctively copied what Bimpe had done, "goodnight ma". Being the clown, he had become, he stopped right in front of Mrs. J smiling and said, I would have prostrated but…

but YJ, as he fondly called her, jumped to her feet and coughed out a greeting “good evening Sir". "I am calling it a day," he said to Y J, "it has been a long day and I am exhausted". "But Sir", she replied, "you should have called for Pius or me to help with your bags, Sir".

 

Why should I, he responded, that Pius enjoys everything I buy, and I tell you somethings have to change, can you imagine, I buy a car yet he gets to drive it first, he even gets to choose when I ride in the car, I see the grin on his face as he drives my S class all the time, last week he “used idea to give me an order” ()Mr. Benson often likes to joke with his staff at their level just to make them comfortable.

 

Sir, “the car says everybody should wear a seat belt in the back, I think you hear the noise, it makes when I put it in gear” came Pius's response in defense to the accusation, Mr. Benson laughed and continued teasing his staff, "now you want him to enjoy my “DIOR elite” black-grained leather briefcase?" "This one I will carry by myself", making his way to the door as if to catch up with Bimpe who had gone ahead.

               

Mrs. J had become accustomed to hearing Mr. Benson's laughs these days. In the twenty-five years that she had worked for or with him, she had never seen him so happy at work. Mr. Benson! whatever is doing you I will find out one day, very soon, she thought to herself as she smiled and went back to what she was doing before she was interrupted. Her thoughts strayed to last night’s encounter, at home, she hissed in what seemed like an upset hiss then started laughing to herself as the previous night played out in her head like a motion picture.

 

"My Oga is running on Laughing gas she had told her husband"; she was in the mood for gossip the night before, but Gbemi her husband had other things on his mind. as he snuck up on her in the kitchen, they were home alone, and Dr. Gbemi Joseph was going to have his wicked way with YJ. Dr. Joseph had cut her short and numbed her thought process, when his cold hands clasped the bare skin of her stomach, he did that so well, the super surgeon had become an expert at sliding his hands through any opening in YJ’s garments, this time it was from the opening at the back of the nightie. she sighed, muttered, O’ Ye, with cold hands, to what do I owe this intrusion, by which time, he had cupped her left breast, his chest now served as a backrest for her, as the silk nightgown took a contoured shape.

 

"You have the very aggressive nipples", he whispered, and they constantly dare me to lick them, how may I respond to the challenge he said kissing her shoulders, lightly, his right hand moved like an excavator, clearing the path for his face, he nibbled and kissed her further up the shoulder, she hissed, this maa-a-an, as he squeezed her left nipple, she could feel his nature rising as he pressed. As she moved to grind on him, she wore a naughty smile now, in her mind she was thinking two can play, girl power! Gbemi whispered in acknowledgment of the naught, saying in what seemed less than a whisper, you are just so-o-o w-i-c-k-h-ed!

 

Sliding his left hand even lower as though to control the slow whine, you know what this does to me, and yet you do it, he said as he sucked on her ear lobe as if to unblock the piercing, slowly his tongue worked her left ear, hmmm Mongo Park, still searching for the Niger river? kill me, navigator, Gbemi was deaf to her comments, his left hand continued the search for the promised land, his right hand caressing her the shoulder, had swiftly undone the right strap of her nightie and in a python’s swiftness had clasped the right breast now, kneading it as a baker would dough.

 

YJ muttered, "explorer there will be so much water on the floor in a minute, she could barely control her feet as she had been trapped between the dishes in her hands and this octopus of a man, frisking her like a policeman on a drug search.

 

Gbe-h she tried to call his name, but it was a hiss that came out instead, even the crash of the dish being dropped in the kitchen sink, did not stop Gbemi, instead, he spun her around, she exhaled, Gbemi must have sucked up all that air that escaped, as he locked on to her lips, like a mechanical receptor, his tongue continued the search and soon it was a tonsil hockey bout.

 

YJ’s legs were fast failing her she was uncontrollably wet now; this man will kiiii me, she thought to herself,  as her soapy right hand had found the opening in his Pyjamas pants, and Odogwu was at attention; ticking upward as if to be reciting the song, “that’s the way I like it” she reached for his balls, they were pumping up like in the gym; as if to get back at this monster of a husband; she squeezed on the scrotum, her left arm still around Gbemi’s neck was the only thing that held her up apart from Gbemi’s hands that had cupped her buttocks, kneading.

 

She could feel the obedient fingers, on the other hand, begin to probe as he lifted her off the ground in search of her wetness. She puffed out built-up air, she spat out the words,” kill me” Gbemi was deaf to the world he was focused on pleasing his beautiful wife, and has worked the physical anatomy, which he knew so well; he kept the pace

 

He raised her now, bearing her full weight in his strong arms kissing, nibbling her lower lips, as if to tease her even more. He set her down on the kitchen floor, both hearts beating so hard they could hear the beat,  he kissed her lips even harder, puller her breasts together and kissed between them, moved his head down slowly, bit her under her breast as he moved down to tease her ovaries. She gasped for air, her torso arched up involuntarily, just as he buried his head in the valley between her thighs. It was “petit mourir” he withdrew his head and sent Odogwu into paradise to finish the deal, Gbemi exploded in her as Mrs. J came in a violent jerk. They lay on the floor motionless staring at the ceiling with their clothing around them, they both slept on the kitchen floor that night.

 

She was jolted back to reality at the sound of her phone ringing, it was Dr. Gbemi Joseph, ICE, she smiled, took his call, and mischievously asked, "Yes, to what do I owe this call?" Blushing at his response, she exclaimed rematch?!! "Who is this man and what have you been feeding on Mr. Randy Jackson!!" She laughed at his response saying "I will be home in twenty minutes, open up that bottle of wine before I get home". "Love you too, bye", smiling as she ended the call.          

 

Bimpe and Mr. Benson stepped out of the elevator, before they stepped out, onto the car park, she asked if she could ask him a personal question. "Shoot" he replied, starring into her eyes. Have you ever been with another woman, since your marriage, or has work always been your refuge?" He smiled, and asked, "is this curiosity or have I suddenly gotten your attention pretty princess?", still smiling at her. In two days, you turn 60, is your family going to be around to mark this milestone? 

 

It was either the question or the thought of the answer that took the smile off his face. But his response shocked Bimpe, even more, when he said some things don’t change, chances are that my wife would not remember it was my birthday, you see she is not a birthday person. Although I  often wish she paid more attention to these little details, I guess facial appointments are more important than birthdays.

 

"Look, at you Bimpe, you have barely spent 3 months with us, and yet you remember my birthday". "So what do you do on your birthdays?" Bimpe asked as she looked at Mr. Benson with so much pity; "you deserve to be celebrated Mr. Benson", she said as she hugged him tightly. He just smiled, and as he walked towards his car, he said to her, "the answer to your question is yes, I have been in a steady relationship with my Korean girlfriend a 75-inch wonder, her name is Ms. Sam Sung, I go home to her every night; so now you know".

 

"Have a great night Sir". Bimpe’s heart sank at the thought of Mr. Benson being with another woman. But that thought was soon to be interrupted as she sat in the silver Gray Toyota Corolla, her driver was headed for Surulere where she lived, but suddenly took a detour due to some repair work being carried out on the Eko bridge, he was quite pacey; he wanted to cut away from the traffic, as quickly as possible. The driver Mr. Sheriff, had figured that he would make a dash, on the third mainland bridge, cut into Ilupeju, through Oshodi, and make a rear entry into mushin; from there into Surulere.  His speed indicator had just nudged over a 100kmph, when he suddenly slammed on the brakes he confidently swerved to the left, to avoid a collision as he brought the car to a halt.

A minibus (danfo) had suddenly swerved onto their lane, uncontrollably, narrowly missing them, the bus had slammed on the concrete embankment, ahead of them. The corolla Xenon lights had picked the dislodged bus about 200 meters from the spot of the incident. Mr. Sheriff never stopped, he shook his head and hit the gas almost immediately, like a man on a mission the speed indicator this time swept past the 100kmph mark and was quickly rising to the 120kmph mark on the speedometer; engine crying out, until the auto transmission, rested the engines after the speedo hit the 140 kmph mark. Shifting into the next gear the rest of the ride was smooth and quiet. 

They continued into the night at top speed, breezed past Oshodi, through Ilupeju, and before long she was in Surulere, coasting through Ogunlana drive, through it all Bimpe had only one thing on her mind Mr. Benson being with a Korean, what a name Sam sung. Sam what? as though her brain had a re-booth. She smiled, broke into a laugh, and said “creepy devil” laughing now to herself, she pulled out her Samsung A 40 cell phone hit the WhatsApp, and sent Mr. Benson, a chat, "I am going to get you for this, Sir, you have just drawn first blood; and I will be kind as to return the favor please extend my regards to Samsung before you switch her off tonight".

She knew he would call her back immediately so she switched off her phone. She was right because it was not long before the music in the car was interrupted by the sound of an incoming call. In the display unit of the car stereo; was the Name Mr. Benson, flashing. Mr. Sheriff received the call, with a click on one of the buttons on the steering wheel, Sir, he answered, the baritone voice of Mr. Benson filled the car from the surround speakers of the car, as he said, tell Madam Bimpe that I have found the files and that I would like to discuss it later tonight, she must please call me as soon as she gets home, thank you. He hung up on his side.

That message was, call me as soon as you get home.     

Mr. Sheriff pulled into Aina crescent where Bimpe lived, and in a few minutes, he parked the car in her compound. The gates had been left open for their convenience. Sheriff, brought the car to a halt engaged the parking brakes and asked Bimpe if she required anything else or if that was going to be all for the evening.

"Good night", she said to Mr. Sheriff, "get home safe and this is for your Okada sir, she handed him a 500 Naira note. "Thank you, Ma", he received this with both hands as he disappeared into the night.

She reached into her bag brought out her Samsung phone and powered it on. Waited for the phone to reboot and in a few minutes, she had Mr. Benson on the phone. I got your message, she said before he could say hello, so what now Mr. Samsung what files were you referring to, as she started laughing. Mr. Benson laughed and said, in a very quiet tone, "young lady, did you threaten me earlier in your text", she replied, asking, "so what if I did Sir?"  "Hmm... careful young lady, this old man does not take kindly to threats".

"Hmm... we’ll see old man, but I am going to get you for that", they both laughed and said goodnight once more. After they hung up, Bimpe smiled to herself and was certain, Mr. Benson did the same.     

This story is inspired by true events however, all the names and places used are fictional.

 

Conclusion coming up!

Written by Ogieva Emokpae