My bus arrived in Cape Town on time, but the new landlord hadn’t. That made me even more nervous after he hadn’t answered my call an hour earlier. He told me to call him before I arrived so that he could fetch me at the station.
Since it was a Sunday, I figured he took a nap. I decided to wait an hour and then give him a call.
The hour passed. His phone didn’t even ring. It went straight to messages. I looked around the bus station as 6 pm approached. People had disbursed as the sun had set. The grey clouds had emptied all the raindrops they had carried, leaving a mark on the wet concrete.
My chin lowered, and my eyes closed. My gut told me that something wasn’t right. There was no point in waiting at the station any longer. I called a taxi and headed to the apartment I was supposed to move into.
The pictures on the site made me fall in love with the place. The two bedrooms made the apartment look spacious, and the price was great. I couldn’t believe I had landed such a great place.
I arrived at the building and then went to the reception.
The lady told me that they had no vacant apartments. Surely she must have made a mistake? But could she also be wrong when she said that there were no two-bedroom apartments in the building?
She handed me a card of the lady who let out the apartments. I frowned, wondering how she was designated to that responsibility when I had closed the deal with the owner.
The lady told me that I wasn’t the first to enquire about the two-bedroom place. The scammers had used photos of some apartment and outside pictures of the building where I was.
I raised my chin, closed my eyes and then exhaled a deep breath. How could I have been so stupid? But the owner seemed like such a nice guy when we spoke over the phone. My head dropped, my chin rubbing my chest, as I thought about the $500 deposit that had gone to waste.
What was even worse is that I was in a new city without a place to stay. Sure, I could book a hotel. But my funds were limited, and a last-minute booking was going to be expensive.
I checked my phone for daily rentals and found a place that seemed reasonably priced, but the landlord told me that all his bedrooms were already taken. He said that he could still help. I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t plan couch surf.
Worse yet, I was really hoping that he didn’t think I’d share his bed. Since Cape Town was the gay capital of South Africa, it wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination.
I arrived at his front door 15 minutes later.
Hassan smiled and shook my hand. He told me to come inside. In his lounge, I told him that I had moved from Johannesburg to Cape Town to further my writing career.
He told me that I was bold for taking such a huge leap of faith. I had never really thought of it like that. But he made me feel proud for having the courage to go after my dream.
After I told him the story about being scammed, he told me that all of the bedrooms in his house were already rented, but he was managing the house next door for his friend.
Hassan walked me across the road and opened the front door. He showed me around the place, and I liked that it was quiet and clean.
“All the rooms are empty. Where is everyone?” I asked.
“My friend just recently started renting the place. You would be the first tenant if you’re interested.”
Having an entire house for a few days to myself for the price of one bedroom was an even better deal than the scam.
I smiled and said, “I’ll take it.”
An hour later, I jumped in the shower to release all the tension my head and body had absorbed that day. As I was drying myself, I heard someone moving around the lounge.
I frowned, then wrapped a towel around my waist and then stepped out of the bathroom.
“Oh, hi, Gary. I’m Fahmida. Hassan said that you had rented a room. I wanted to introduce myself. I’m the owner of this home.”
I smiled, looking at a beautiful middle-aged woman with long black hair, a great smile and a full figure that showed she was a real woman. Her chest was fully developed, and her curvy thighs hinted that she had a bubble butt.
“I’m sorry for coming over like this,” she added. “I’m sure you want you need to rest, especially after what happened. Hassan told me about that other place.”
“Actually, I’m glad you came over. I could use some company to take my mind off things.”
Her smile broadened. I noticed that she snuck in a peek at my chest and abs.
We sat in the lounge, and she told me the history of the home. Her husband had died six months earlier, and she had moved in with her children after feeling lonely. She was staying with her eldest son. Her other son had moved out, and her daughter lived in a college dorm.
An hour into the conversation, I noticed that she had mentioned being lonely. Her husband was twenty years older than her, so I presumed that she hadn’t gotten any action in a long time.
“Are you married, girlfriend?” asked Fahmida.
That confirmed my assumption of her pussy being dry. She was dying to have a dick inside her.
“No, I’m single.”
“What?” She smiled, apprehensive to believe me. “A young, good-looking man like you single?”
“I am.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Her response told me that she didn’t even care if I was married or had a girlfriend. As long as she tasted my dick, she was happy with whatever my marital status was.
“You know, Fahmida, I’ve been told that I give a good shoulder rub.”
She smiled cheekily, knowing where this was going. “Is that so?”
“That is so.”
“Okay.”
“Come sit over here.”
Fahmida stood in front of me, her back facing. She lowered her ass onto my lap, and I spread my legs. I rubbed her lower back and then slowly raised my hands along her back. She craned her head back and smiled. Her thick, black hair flowed down her back. I was satisfied that she was enjoying it.
I scooped her hair from her right shoulder, exposing her neck. She tilted her face towards it. I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Her smile broadened.
My left arm reached over her left shoulder, and I grabbed her chin, raising it. I nibbled her neck and then grabbed her right tit, filling my entire hand. There was nothing more that I loved than squeezing a big, firm tit.
I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up. She stretched her arms above her head. I dropped the blouse on the floor and squeezed her tits. She put her hands over mine. I unclipped her bra with my teeth, and it slid off her chest.
She shifted to the left and then swung her right leg back, over me. Fahmida faced me, and she sat on top of me, her tits hanging over my face. She lowered her chest, dipping her nipples into my mouth. I licked them while grabbing her ass.
She bounced her ass on my dick over the towel. I removed the towel, and she sat on my boner, grabbing it before lowering her ass on it again.
“Take your g-string off.”
She stood up in front of the couch and then pulled up her dress and then pulled down her g-string. She took off her dress and then dug her knees into the couch as she sat on top of me. I smiled as she grabbed my dick and put it into her pussy.
Fahmida bounced on my dick, her hands on my shoulders. I slouched on the couch, looking up at her. She was looking down at me, her hair hanging down to my face as she frowned while gritting her teeth. I saw that she was really enjoying herself. Her wet pussy confirmed that.
After bouncing on my dick for some time, Fahmida stopped and smiled at me. She closed her eyes and then rocked slowly back and forth on my dick, and then she smiled. I loved seeing her enjoy my dick. Her pleasure made me harder.
I got up, and she put her forearms on the couch’s backrest. I stared at her ass and grabbed her waist. My dick slipped into her pussy, and I penetrated fast. Fahmida screamed.
I spanked her ass several times and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling it back. She liked it rough. I could tell that she hadn’t been banged in a long time.
I took her to the bedroom. She lay on her back and opened her legs, stretching her arms above her head. I lay on top of her and then reached for her hands, lacing my fingers with hers.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I thrust. My pace increased, and eventually, the headboard slammed against the wall. Fahmida shot out several screams.
I also banged her in the shower, on the bed again and even in the kitchen in the morning.
Fahmida cooked me breakfast and made me coffee. After breakfast, I banged her doggystyle over the counter. She loved it and so did I.
Three days later, Fahmida arrived at the house with her daughter, Khadija, who visited her during the varsity holidays. It was clear to me that she got her beauty from her mother. But she was young, fit and friendly.
Khadija hadn’t been to the house since her father passed away, and Fahmida brought her over to reminisce about growing up in the house with her family.
While Fahmida went to the shops, Khadija and I spoke on the couch. She told me about how she had an amazing childhood and how much she missed her father. She told me about studying to be a nurse and the great time she had at varsity.
Her feminine energy and smile drew me in. She was such a delightful person to be with, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I knew her mother would come back soon, so I asked for her phone number and when she was available to come over.
I called her the following day and made plans with her to come over for the weekend.
On Saturday, after we spoke for several hours, I took her to the bedroom and banged her. She was in the doggystyle position when I heard someone in the house.
I looked to my left and saw Fahmida standing in the doorframe.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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