The Mistaken Identity – S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

 

 

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It was already too late to change the destination, I just took her in.

 

 

I slowly opened the door my fingers closed because I was afraid she would think I was a dirty guy, then I welcomed her in and began defending myself even before she walked into the house. She just smiled and said;

“Only dirty utensils and clothes on the bed which is not spread; that’s nothing to make me start judging you Ham.”

 

 

I felt a bit relieved and I took the basin with the dirty utensils and went to wash them at the sinks outside. I had no any clean glass which I could serve her juice with so I hurriedly washed the utensils and when I came back to the house, I found her folding the clothes on the bed and placing them nicely on the edge.

 

 

I felt ashamed of myself and did not utter a word. I just took the glass, poured some juice in it and gave it to her then I took the clothes and began folding.

“I can help you fold them if you don’t mind.” She said smiling as she placed the juice on the table.

 

 

She then lifted her right leg on the bed and folded it to form a 7 and then her left leg was hanging on the side of the bed crossing through her right leg’s ankle. The two legs formed a triangle but her left leg was hanging beside the bed from the knee downwards. She picked up a shirt and began folding then she looked at me and asked;

 

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

That was a strange question which got me totally off guard. I first stared at her smiling like a fool then accidentally my eyes landed on her legs. Due to the way she was seated, her dress went up a bit making it shorter and since she was facing me, I could clearly see all the way in. When I saw her honey pot once more and recalled how naive I had acted with Christina, I automatically said No.

 

 

She then smiled and continued folding the shirt. My eyes could not avoid wanting to peep through her thighs, I would often steal a glance and admire the beauty of her thighs. Mwikali was aware that I was looking at her legs so often but she acted as if it was not a big deal.

 

 

I decided to try her patient and see if I could win a jackpot to quench my thirst.

“Let’s play a game.” I said.

“Which game?” She asked curiously.

 

 

“Truth and Dare.” I replied smiling.

“Okay, you start.” She said smiling back.

 

“Dare.” I replied.

 

“I dare you to sing for me your favourite song.” She said.

I had no choice, I had to sing for her my favourite song. I could see her blush as I dedicated the love song to her and that somehow turned me on.

 

 

After I was done, she chose truth and I asked her silly personal questions which she would answer covering her face making the game more fun. The game went on with both of us choosing truth until she chose dare, I decided to drop the bomb on her.

“I dare you to remove your dress and remain only with your pink inner wear and the bra then kiss me for ten minutes.”

 

 

She never expected such kind of a dare so she first froze but because it was a dare and she wanted the game to be fun, she slowly took off her dress and then came closer to me, placed her left hand around my neck then stared at me with her sexy eyes and slowly began to kiss me.

 

“Are you not going to set the timer first?” I asked.

 

“No need for a timer, even if it exceeds ten minutes there is no harm Ham, as long as I fulfill the dare.” She replied giving me a naughty smile as she bit her lower lip.

 

 

Mwikali was so romantic, she gently pushed me on the bed making me lie on my back then got on top of me with her legs sandwiching me and gently bent towards my lips and continued with the kiss. Her honey pot was just above my zip, the touch of her soft palms on my chest felt like sparks of magical love.

 

 

As much as I did not want to take it past the kiss, Mwikali’s kissing was on another level; I found myself unwrapping her bra. I had only removed the first pin when she suddenly stopped kissing me and got up then asked;

 

“What are you doing Haman?”

Her tone in the question was not clear whether she was pissed off or she was just teasing playing hard to get; I froze.

 

“I just wanna feel your boobs.” I replied timidly.

 

“Don’t you think we are taking things so fast?” She asked innocently.

 

 

I was so in need, I could not say yes. I just gave her my pleading look then she stared at me for a while and she took off her bra. Her t–s were all free and hanging just above my head; they were like two medium sized melons which were well rounded and full of the melon juice.

 

 

I gently began to squeeze them and I could see Mwikali close her eyes gently with her mouth open, this was to show that I was triggering her to the point of no return. She could not hold it anymore, she slowly unbelted my trouser then I could feel her hand battling it’s way in.

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