Charles and Nike are quite the noisy bunch when they shag. The fact that his room is the next to mine isn’t helping at all, because I can’t freaking sleep. It’s always so noisy that one of our neighbors once called Charles and tried to tell him about their noises, but he couldn’t be direct because it felt awkward.
Well, suffice to say that, it didn’t help. Their intercourse continued to be noisy. Truth of the story is that I and Charles met Nike together at Shaunz Bar but he was a bit more forward than I was. While I was busy casing the place, exchanging glances with her, my eyes were glued on her ass as she danced Timaya’s UKWU, Charles was on the move while I planned how to approach. It was mesmerising, as her ass independent of her body did all the dancing on its own.
Before I could say UKWU, Charles was behind her dancing away his sorrows. Though she caught some of my glances then, it was Charles who got her and the booty that night, for several other nights.
Don’t get it twisted! I get my own booties, just that the thought of seeing Nike’s booty enter Charles’ bedroom, uhmm, and the screams that she makes uhmmn… My goodness!!! The thought of her naked booty in Charles’ short is unbelievable. That girl’s soundtrack is indescribable. It was pure agony for me but definitely ecstasy for Charles.
Like every other day, they began today on a very early note. We just got back from clubbing, I danced with Nike and I made sure I grabbed some ass when Charles wasn’t looking. I tried to get a babe for myself but I couldn’t because we couldn’t settle our financial indifference. Since, I was so drunk, I figured I would just sleep off anyway and not bother shagging.
As early as 5am, the noise started again from Charles’ room, Nike, being the noisy type, all sorts of her soundtracks began to fly into my ears. After a while it died down, and my sleep continued, I heard car horns and was wondering who is going out that early Saturday morning, everything seemed blurry, as my drunkenness had almost wore off.
My dream was rather interesting, and quite eventful, as I was in a dream where I was being blown under the duvet, I didn’t bother to look, I just spread my legs further from each other and raised my hips up, savouring my dreams.
After a bit, I somehow woke up to actually find someone under my duvet sucking my dick. She was there sucking my dick, crawled in between my legs; that was a fantastic transition from dream to reality.
I wasn’t expecting any lady to visit me, which left only one conclusion. It had to be Nike, no other person. But Nike is with Charles, how is it possible, that she would leave Charles’ room and come to mine?
It was a bit confusing until I flung the duvet open, the lights were off, but the body pattern that I saw completely looked like Nike. She really knew how to work the dick, the tip, the cap, the vein beneath the dick, the balls and ball sack. Nike was a pro in this department. She worked it like her life depended on it. I had my early morning wood, so it wasn’t as if there was zero erection but Nike worked it as hard as she could.
I really wanted to grab that ass, smack that ass, and pinch the nipples. At that moment a lot of thoughts were going through my head. It seemed like this was my one good opportunity to nail this chic that had been tormenting my eardrums with her sweet soundtrack.
After watching her spit at the dick, lick the pee hole, seconds in and out. She would jack off my dick from the middle to the top in fast jerks; put her mouth at the tip of the dick, and try to draw something out of it. My waist was off the bed, pushing up against her mouth, trying my best to shove it down her throat.