A thrilling encounter proves fantasy and reality could be two sides of the same coin
She
smiled. I winked. She was with a guest with a possessive air and
probing eyes. He probed every move she made. She didn’t give a hoot, I
saw that in her eyes.
She
is beautiful, you can’t help but quake on seeing her. With velvet skin
that sparkles like champagne, she is the epitome of an African woman
with appropriate curves and contours. She loves to play the sensual
game. And she plays it better even with her eyes closed.
But
I am equally good, maybe gifted, or maybe Mark Anthony. On this
occasion, I wasn’t in Egypt, but in a restaurant in Abuja seated two
tables away from Cleopatra.
I
was here because I had the urge to eat out. As usual, I was well
dressed and clean shaven to disguise my greying facial hair. I looked
smart and even tempting to touch. Thank God I just took delivery of a
Blackberry Z10, and I fondled it ceaselessly.
He
pulled the chair for her. She smiled and I winked. In my mind I said
“lucky girlie.” Her bearing said “don’t judge too quickly.” They sat two
tables away from me with her ‘body guard’ backing me. That was
gladdening, and I knew I was in on a ‘long thing.
Erratic
glances and occasional eye contact—that was how we managed the first
five minutes. He turned to beckon on the waiter, but little did he
realise that a very good bad boy was behind him. That window offered us
the opportunity for real eye contact. With her blue eyes, she smiled
again and I smiled instead of winking. I knew something good was about
to happen.
Suddenly,
she stood up for some inexplicable reason. And guess what? She walked
towards my direction. Hmm, hips don’t lie, not when a small waist is
carrying them. My heart skipped many beats! I wasn’t sure of what would
happen next. I winked instead of smiling. I was confused and she knew
she had the upper hand. But who cares, after all, “it takes two to play
the game.”
Naomi
Campbell is definitely a learner as she cat-walked with finesse. “All I
want is your waist” filled my thoughts. In my mind, I heard her
whisper: “I know you can’t wait to touch me.” The closer she came, the
hotter it became. My penetrating gaze rattled her legs; I had the upper
hand now. For that, she walked past me to the restroom without
compliments. I wanted to turn but my neck became stiff and I was
paralysed by the erotic smell of her perfume.
I
readjusted and waited patiently for the return leg of her trip. Even
though I was tempted to join her, his eyes won’t just let me be. Alas
she emerged, this time with compliments of her rear view. She walked
slowly and rhythmically on purpose. I could count the movements myself. I
was gasping for breath and sweating profusely. It was a matter of life
and death! “Make you follow me bumper to bumper” suddenly boomed out of the speakers in the restaurant. And she smiled in victory.
She
stopped in her tracks and turned abruptly towards my direction. And I
fainted. When I regained consciousness, I realised it was only a dream!



