Fourteen

Barbara lives in a secluded residential area within the Achimota township.

She is on the tenth floor of a beautiful apartment block, and Chris feels a little uneasy as they ride up the elevator because the whole place reeks of wild wealth. He wonders how a prison officer can afford such a place on her salary, but he refrains from asking her.

The elevator doors ding open, and he follows her onto a lush corridor that has paintings on the walls and red carpeting on the floor. There are artificial plants in exquisite glass pots along the corridor. As they walk toward a door at the end of the corridor, Barbara links her arm through his.

There is an inscription on her door, black cursive writing on a gold plate.

BARBARA BROOKS

BRANDO HOMES

APARTMENT 210

She takes a card out of her bag and swipes the security gadget beside the door. There is a beep, and three red blinking lights on the panel of the gadget turn to green, and then the door clicks open. Chris follows her into the spacious and exquisitely-furnished interior.

The curtains are of the highest quality. The living room area is a show of sheer wealth from the imported rug to the bar area and the state-of-the-art electrical gadgets and fittings. Tall French Windows open out onto a lovely balcony with lovely white stuffed chairs on the deck.

Barbara switches on the lights as Chris looks around him with obvious discomfort. She laughs gently, her eyes never moving from his face.

"Don't look so scandalized, Chris dear," she says softly. "My father is rich. He bought this apartment for me, and furnished it. I'm an only child, Chris. My mother died when I was seven. Daddy remarried, and now lives in Germany. I'm all alone here in Ghana. He wants me to join him, but I love Africa, and so here I am. He comes down every year to visit me, and I have the option of visiting him each year during my leave, but I rarely do."

"I see," he says gently. "Yep, I must admit it shook me up a bit. Beautiful apartment." He says, smiling wanly.

"Thanks. Please make yourself comfortable. Will be with you in a jiffy."

She puts on the gigantic Samsung Curve HD television, and then she disappears through another door beyond the living-room.

With the air-conditioning system providing a refreshingly cool interior, Chris sinks into a comfortable sofa and tries to watch an English Premier League soccer game on the television. He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he sees is Barbara standing over him and shaking his arm gently.

She has changed into a short white dress, and bent over him and the way she is standing, he can see the creamy tops of her breasts, and he sits up quickly. She steps back with a smile, and he notices that the dress stops just short of her panty line, and that her well-formed thighs and legs are gloriously bare.

"Wake up, sleepy head," she says demurely. "Lunch is ready."

"You cooked? Did I sleep that long?" he asks as he stifles a yawn.

She chuckles gently, sexily and, taking his hand, began to walk, dragging him behind her. Unavoidably, his eyes feast on her astounding figure and her gently-undulating derriere, made extra sexy by her tight, silky dress.

"No, you didn't sleep that long," she says with a smile. "Had some food in the cooler. Warmed it for you. Hope you don't mind."

Chris takes his eyes off her with an effort.

Five years without a woman – and finding his best friend now almost married to the love of his life – has done something to him, and he fights the desire that is ripping through, making him want to grab her and make love to her there and then.

Her dining-room is an offshoot from the living-room area, and once again he is struck afresh by its beauty and sheer flaunting of luxury. She makes him sit at the head of an oval-shaped glass table, and serves him the best banku (a local Ghanaian dish prepared with corn and cassava dough) and okra stew he has ever tasted. The goat meat in the stew is a delectable edible delight that seduces his taste buds. He eats two balls of banku whilst she sits beside him with her chin in her palm gazing at him, her eyes almost glazed over with a mixture of happiness and sadness. Finally, he sits back and belches so loudly that both of them burst into laughing.

"That is the best food I've tasted in years, Barbara," he says with real gratitude.

"Thanks. And I love the way you've eaten everything. When a woman's food is destroyed like that by her man, it brings her great happiness," she says, and there is a new note in her voice that makes Chris look at her sharply.

Her man? Chris raises his eyebrows at her, but she just smiles in a secretive, demure way and begins to clear the table. He helps her send the dirty dishes to the kitchen, and later he dries the plates as she washes them, and their conversation is easy and friendly.

They return to the living-room, and whilst she drinks iced white wine from a tall decanter, Chris sips cold water from his glass. He tries to watch another soccer match on the television, and eventually she goes back to the kitchen, and when she returns, she stands just inside the room looking at him silently. Her face is without expression, and after a while she moves slowly towards him. She stops just in front of him, blocking his view of the television.

Chris puts his glass of water down on a low stool, and looks up warily at her. Her lips are slightly parted and wet, and she is breathing a little too fast, her breasts moving gently with the depths of the passion she is suddenly feeling. He observes that she might not be wearing any brassiere beneath that dress because her nipples are taut and sticking out of the dress. Her eyes are glazed with passion, and she is trembling slightly.

Barbara begins to sway slowly in a slow sexy dance, moving her hands first through her hair, mussing it up, and gently down to cup her firm breasts. Her eyes are half-closed now as she sways with her hips, turning around slowly, and then she places her hands on her knees, her buttocks now outlined by her dress, seductive and pliant as she starts a slow twerking grind that takes his breath away.

Chris is breathless. The front of his trousers is distended with five years of hunger. His narrowed eyes follow every beautiful twitch of Barbara's body, and he trembles with desire as she straightens slowly, and still with her back to him she pulls the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and slowly pushes it down, wriggling her beautiful hips sexily out of the constricting confines of the dress, and it settles around her feet.

She is wearing a furious G-String that leaves the twin mounds of her derriere indescribably bare, and then she finally turns slowly and faces him. She looks into his tortured eyes, and slowly pulls her G-string down her heavenly dark thighs, and then she kicked it off her right foot.

Barbara stands still gazing at him…an incredible chocolate, beautiful, delectable, and irresistible figure! Her breasts are proud twins that beckon to him, her figure straight out of a fantasy, her curves electric.

With a grunt Chris blasts off the seat, and she meets him halfway with a heavy cry of desire in her throat. Their lips are mashed together in a kiss so fierce that she tastes a dint of blood in her mouth. She moans as his lips blaze a trail down her throat and his hands maul her pliant breasts.

She takes his right hand and plants it firmly between her legs. He feels her heat and moistness. His huge body trembles as he squeezes her buttocks with his free hand. His shirt comes off, and her hands feverishly work at his zipper, ripping it down and dragging out his engorged member. She puts it between her thighs and caresses her moist jade gate with it. His lips burn down on her taut nipples, and she grunts with pleasure deep in her throat as his tongue plays a beautiful stanza on her breasts. She grabs his angry shaft and rubs it against her moist heavenly entrance.

She pushes him and he falls in the sofa. Breathless with desire, she straddles him, planting hungry lips on his, gripping him and hoisting herself up slowly as she prepares to settle her throbbing slit on his hungry member.

And then the realization hits Chris and it dawns on him that in a second, he will be inside her, and there will be no turning back. He grips her shoulders and suddenly flips her first to his left, and then he pulls himself from under her.