Captain had obviously put a lot of thought and work
into this; right from dinner to the other things he had planned for the night.
He was so fun to be with…he would crack a joke once in a while, talk about
himself and his life, and then ask for my opinion on the things he shared. Like
he was trying to test my intelligence and I brought my A game.
That was my first time tasting red wine…I had objected
but Captain said it was customary to have that wine with the Italian dinner we
ordered.
“I’m not trying
to get you drunk dear…if you don’t like it, take a couple of sips and leave it”
he said.
Maybe it was what he said or how he said it or his
charms, I just couldn’t say no. Captain laughed at the expression on my face,
after my first sip…I couldn’t help but laugh too and got wine shooting from my
nose and mouth. I felt so embarrassed but he got his napkin and wiped my face.
“Ok…liquor is a
no no. Now I know” he said with the most endearing smile
After dinner we got some suya and drove to a boat club.
Captain wanted me to see the beauty of a sunset…it was one of the things he
liked to do for relaxation. It was really beautiful; and it was just the two of
us on the boat. As it started to get chilly; I wrapped my hands around my chest…it
was becoming obvious in that area that I was cold, then Captain took off his
jacket and put it on me.
The way he looked at me when I said thank you, if I had
not cautioned myself…I would have kissed him on my own. He was such a
gentleman, well-mannered and at this time he hadn’t put a single move on me. Something
in me just knew that he liked me and was genuinely interested in knowing me.
I was on my first official date ever…and it was going
so well but it was with the wrong person. My mind kept going back and forth…I
was having so much fun but my conscience was killing me. How could something so
beautiful be so wrong?
We left the boat club and got ice-cream; then we drove
to Captain’s guest house (that’s what he called it). He said he had something
for me…a gift for honoring his invitation.
It was a beautiful bungalow tucked away in a serene
neighborhood. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t actually living there…because, to
me, it was big enough to be anybody’s house. There were soldiers guarding the
house and I saw domestic staff that looked like they lived there.
“This is my
getaway man cave. I come here at least twice a week when I want to be by myself
or when I need time to think. I also see it as a way to bring people into my
house without bringing them into my home” He told me as he led me into the
living room.
He asked if I wanted “red wine” and as if planned, we
both started laughing. He turned on the TV and excused himself. He came back
about 5 minutes later with a little box and handed it over to me. It was a
beautiful gold necklace
“Wow…thank you
sir” I said
“Stop with the
“sir”, call me Leke” he replied
“No sir…I can’t
do that o”
“Ok then, call
me Captain. Are we good?”
I nodded in affirmation and he looked at his watch; it
was almost 9:30pm. He said he would go drop me off but hoped I could stay with
him some more since we were having such a good time
I agreed to stay a little longer and we started to
talk.
He shared more about his life and marriage…How he met his wife, how they got married
How hard he tried, with all the temptations, to be a good and faithful husband
How they had some issues in the marriage but his wife decided to be on her own for some time and moved abroad “temporarily”, instead of staying to fix things
How he kicked against this but she chose to have her way
How the supposed temporary separation had been almost 18 months and his wife still hadn’t decided when to return.
In all of this, I noticed Captain didn’t go into details about his children.
Then he said there was something about me that reminded
him of his wife when he met her…innocence. There was this purity about me that
he sensed the first time he saw me and he could tell I was different from my
friend, Deola.
“I have never
done this in my life…you may not believe me, but I have never had an affair in
all my years of marriage. I don’t know what it is about you; I just can’t help myself…you
make me want to break that rule”
He went on and on and I couldn’t help but listen. He was pouring out his heart and sharing things that had been bottled up for a while.
Time
made no sense and I could care less that it was getting very late. I had never
had anyone open up to me like this…ever.
Things were getting intense as I saw a grown man on the
verge of shedding tears. It was as if he they served his favorite meal after he
had eaten his fill of what was hitherto available.
I felt so much pity for him and I moved closer, to kind
of pat him on the back or offer him a tissue or do something…anything to show
that I felt his pain.
He held my hand and squeezed it gently, I felt a
teardrop on my hand as he fought back the tears.
“Haba Captain! I
thought soldiers were supposed to be tough” I said
He smiled as I attempted to wipe the tears off his face…it
was such an emotional moment and I still can’t explain who kissed whom first;
but there was kissing.
Things went amorous from there on and I felt feelings I
had never felt before. Sparks of erotic energy surged through my body as I quivered; I felt like stopping Captain from touching me but instead
of moving his hands away, I ‘adjusted the placements’. I was really enjoying it,
what I felt from it was stronger than how I felt about it and I wasn’t even
sure how we got into his bedroom.
Clothing items found their way off our bodies, in the
heat of the moment, but I regained composure when Captain wanted to go all the
way. It was as if, my brains rushed back home. I pushed him away, sat on the
edge of the bed and pulled the sheets to cover up.
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