-My Distraction (18+)

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The Toyota Highlander SUV reversed to meet us where we stood at the hospital car park, and we hopped into the back.Already the weather was becoming gloomy, giving the evidence of approaching rains.As we hit the road, we sat silently listening to the music emanating from the speakers, while I discreetly roamed my eyes allover Dr.Sunil’s lovely body.Her gown was far above her thighs exposing their chubby softness as she sat by my left looking outside the window.I also admired the curve of her firm bossom which looked succulent.This babe was truely made by the Hindu gods, I thought.She looked so out of this world.

We were now in a traffic jam amidst the honking and blaring sounds of vehicles and cursing drivers, and Dr.Sunil began to pespire profusely (so was I).So I called on the driver:

“Mr.Abams abeg turn on the A.C”

“Okay sir”, he replied and clicked the buttons.

The car window at Dr.Sunil’s side was still open, so I stretched my left hand towards it (to take it up) and mistakenly brushed Dr.Sunil’s b00bs (but she didn’t flinch) as I pressed the window control button.She seemed not be conscious of my elbow on her bossom.And in that split second, my elbow massaged the top of her breasts lightly, jolting her to consciousness and she leaned backwards.

“Sorry doc,” she apologized,”I seem to discomfort you”.And she adjusted in her seat, giving me enough room.By then the window glass had already slid up.And I couldn’t believe she had apologized.She thought her seating position had caused the melodrama and I laughed within myself.This babe neva see anything.Shey na Naija she enter.I go show her sey Naija guys no dey commot for top 10. Kpata kpata na draw. She then looked at me and smiled sheepishly, feeling guilty.And in her unwarranted guilt, she tried to make a conversation with me.

“So why do they call you Goodheart?”

“That’s because it’s my name.Don’t you like it?”

“Well…it sounds quite strange a name”.

“Does a name like Goodluck sound strange too?” I asked and she cackled aloud,”Oh yeah, that’s true anyway”, she purred,”It’s just that i’ve not heard the name ‘Goodheart’ before”.

The driver had encountered a pot hole and made a swift swerve, and the BB phone on Dr.Sunil’s laps slipped off and fell on the car floor around her feet.And I sat up,”Eyy sorry”, I said leaning and stretching my right hand towards her feet as I rummaged under the driver’s seat to retrieve the phone.My hand had already grabbed the phone beneath the seat, but I purposely delayed, allowing my left cheek to touch her laps as I pretended to be rummaging for her phone.

“Have you found it?” she asked quite tensed.

“Yes I have” I replied sitting erect and brushed my hand up her legs and thighs as I handed her the phone.She smiled in appreciation.Soon we arrived the venue of the outreach program which was held in a big school field belonging to the host community.And we joined the other doctors under the canopies as we attended to patients (mostly the aged) who stood in a queue.


It was 6:00pm when we rounded off as Dr.Sunil and I got into Dr.Saha’s car and we headed home.Along the way we didn’t say much to each other since we were both tired from the tasking outreach program.And at a point the beautiful Indian doctor became sleepy, bobbing her head with the movement of the car till she leaned towards me, nestling her head on my left shoulder.And I cuddled her up (with my left hand) as she snuggled in slumber.In her sleepiness, she placed her left hand on my body, rubbing my chest while my left hand caressed the top of her bossom gently, trying not to wake her.Riding beside Dr.Sunil was worth it since it gave me the opportunity to tap small small current **winks**


The following day was a weekend, Saturday to be precise.And I decided to do some laundry.I was at the back of my apartment spreading my clothes on the line when I heard the door bell ring.I went in to answer the door only to find Dr.Sunil standing at my door step, looking like those Bollywood divas you see on TV.She wore a purple Sari (Indian female attire) and a golden ornament on her forehead which made her very alluring.She smiled immediately I opened the door.

“Today is Diwali”, she said,”Please celebrate with me”, and she handed me a box of cake.Ofcourse that day was a 23rd October.That was the day the Hindis celebrated the Diwali festival in honuor of Lakshmi the Hindu goddess of success and wealth.They usually celebrated it by sharing gifts and food items.And as a devout Hindu, Dr.Sunil kept with the obligations of that day.So i collected the box, thanked her and went back into the house.

By the evening of that day I took a stroll out of the clumsiness of boredom.And on my way home (walking back into the Resident’s Quarters), I thought it wise to say thank you to Dr.Sunil for the box of cake.So I walked towards her apartment and pressed the door bell.The doorbell rang thrice, before I heard approaching footsteps from inside the house and the door swung open.Dr.Sunil was putting on a jean bum shorts and a black micro sleeve top which exposed her firm b00bs, with her spectacles hanging on her nose.

“Good day Dr.Sunil”, I said

“Heeey, it’s you”, she giggled.

“Just wanted to say thank you for the cake”

“Awww, never mind dear….why don’t you come in”, she invited.I hesitated a bit, then shrugged before walking into the strange apartment.

I could perceive the sweet scent of incense as I walked in, coupled with her lovely perfume.The walls of her sitting room was designed in the traditional motifs of Ragoli design (typical of hindis) with tiny bells and flower to commemorate the Diwali festival.Upon a miniature table by the dining was a jade statue of the goddess Lakshmi, with a golden urn from which the incense billowed out.Mind you, she was a devout Hindu and those stuffs in her house were normal.So no need to let down her religion.

“Please take a seat”, she said before leaving the sitting room.I admired the large picture of Mahatma Ghandi on her wall and a smaller picture of a beautiful Indian woman who looked so much like her.Just that the woman was fatter.Soon Dr.Sunil came back to the sitting room with a bottle of Gulder (my brand) and orange juice on a silver tray, placing it before me and took a seat by my left.

“I got you bear because I know Nigerian men drink like fish”, she said, and I bursted into laughter.

“So tell me Dr.Sunil, who’s that on the wall?”

She looked up at the pink wall, adjusting her glasses,”Oh, that’s Mahatma Ghandi”

“No, I know Mahatma”, I said.”I mean the woman in the picture”.

“Okay, that’s my mum”, she replied pouring herself a cup of juice.”But she’s late now”, she added.I almost choked on my beer.

“So sorry to hear that”, I told her.”I lost my mum too”.

“Seriously?” her dreamy eyes widened, almost giving me a heart attack. E just be like when mammy water dey look person.Then she shook her head in pity,”Accept my sympathy”, she said and we smiled at each other and sipped our drinks.

She stood up and walked to a black cabinet beside the TV and I admired her spotless smooth thighs and badt curve as my JT stirred. ‘Easy boy’ I said to it mentally, then she walked back to the couch, holding an album which she handed to me,”Feed your eyes” she said and resumed with her drink.I flipped the album open and she drew closer to analyze the pictures.She explained every scene in the album to me as we giggled and chuckled, and became carried away in our euphoria and I felt her warm Bosom (the right one) pressing behind my armpit, but I pretended not to notice as we kept looking into the album.I could feel her nippIes hardening against my flesh and I took the cue to massage her right Bosom with the back of my upper arm.And I felt her Bosom press further to me.We were now so close as she had her cheek close to mine (while we peered into the album) and I could feel the lustful heat emanating from her body.Then she turned to look at me eye-to-eye.And before you could say PUSSSY, our lips locked deeply as our hands groped at each other’s body like wild beasts, fõndling and caressing as we hummed into each other’s mouth.

My right hand let go off the album which fell to the floor and grabbed her soft Bosom, causing her to squeal softly.I squeezed and caressed the Bosom, and she roamed her hands all over my stiffened body.Then she tugged at the hem of my polo shirt, pulling it upwards as my hands tweaked her nippIes simultaneously and she let go off my lips and moaned “ooooh”.She succeeded in taking off my shirt and I slid down her micro sleeves, pulling down her top to her waist and attacked her breasts.She squeezed me to her bossom, enjoying my tongue on her nippIes as she moaned aloud, running her fingers through my hair.

“Keep sucking my títs”, she rasped,”I love the way you suck them”.I devoured her right Bosom, licking around her areola and nibbling her stuby nippIe while my right hand squeezed and fõndled her left Bosom.She gasped and gaped in ragged breaths as I squeezed both of her breasts together and forced her nippIes into my mouth at the same time; and she shut her eyes deeply, swirling her tongue like a serpent (which I don’t know if she was one.You no fit trust these fine Indian women).Then I pulled out of her grasp and she stared at me with those caramel colored eyes which were enhanced by her half-moon goggles; and she began to unbutton her bum shorts, while I stood up and unzipped my jeans.Soon we were stark nãked and I stood before her with my erect d!ck nodding in her face.She cupped my balls, massaged it and played clumsily with my shaft, staring at it in awe.I guessed she wasn’t a c0ckcucker from the way she acted, so I pushed her down to the couch and parted her legs, staring at her wet kitten.Ofcourse I was a dedicated pusse eater.

I took my head between her thighs to give her Head and she tried to fight me off, but I persisted, holding her thighs apart and sucked her clitõris instantly.She squealed like a mouse,gasping desperately before she succumbed to the pleasure overtaking her body as she parted her thighs further, breathing hard.I practically ate her wet cuñt, digging my right middle finger into her as I kept sucking her femalecore.Sunil raised her head and dashed it back to the sofa repeatedly, mumbling in gibberish,”Suck, suck, suck….Oh suck it!” and she wrapped her left leg around my back, giving me deeper access into her.Then her hips began to gyrate.At first I thought she was about to come, but she was only being consumed by lustful passion as her hips tappered to a frenzy and she raised her head off the couch and screamed “oh yeahhhh!” and her breath ceased, then wheezed as she grabbed my head (with both hands), panting aloud and dashed her head back to the sofa (with her glasses tilting off her face).I was wrecking havoc on her **ha ha ha** I pulled my lips away from her puss-puss, looking down at her as she wriggled on the couch in pre-orgasm, closing and opening her thighs repeatedly.And I watched her bossom heave with each breath she took and her stomach undulated in ragged breaths.Leaning forward, she guided my shaft into her and I began to ram into her.

Her waist rotated and bucked with each thrust I made, and I could feel her slurpy wetness increasing.I moved my waist in rapid jerks, digging my pr!ck into her as she kept raising her waist to meet my thrusts, moaning deeply “oooh, ahhh, oooh, mmmhh”, with her hands caressing my chest and my back.We kept looking into each other’s eyes as we f*cked like minks.Then she wrapped her legs around me, taking all of me inside her as she began to cry out,”Harder! ohh, Harder!”. How do I move faster or harder when she was caging me with her legs.Probably she wanted to test my stamina.So I heaved aloud and began to pound her like pounded yam, panting and hammering faster as my sinews were almost tearing.

I kept hitting Sunil hard, slowing at some points to rim her pusse with my d!ck and resume my pelvic assault on her.She moaned and groaned like an animal, receiving my hard thrusts with whimpers and slight sobs.At a point I saw films of tears in her lovely eyes as she shot them open and gaped aloud because I had located her G-sp?t, hitting it at point blank.I kept hitting her centre of gravity on and on and on and her legs finally left my waist (overpowered by my thrusts) and shot upwards, shaking spasmodically as her thighs vibrated as well.Then she began to cry out,”Please easy, you’re gonna kill me, easy, easy”, but I didn’t stop.Rather I increased my speed, working my hips in circles like a spindle machine and she began to slide off the couch.Soon her head was off the couch, pointing towards the ground as her glasses fell off her face owing to the way I was banging her.She kept screaming aloud with her head upside down (you needed to see her face like a whimpering baby) till I felt her thigh muscles stiffen, and she wrapped her legs around me again, whimpering and shuddering violently as her orgasm approached.And she clawed at me desperately climaxing hard,”Yes, yes, yes, i’m coming…coming…eeeew” and her release racked her body.I slowed down a bit, looking into her face as she wheezed and panted, caressing my head.

“Baby have you come?” she rasped and I replied,”No dear, we are just getting started!”

To Be Continued…

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