My hands and legs hung loose in the air as my body moved up and down following his thrusts. Any time he thrust harder into me; I could feel myself almost falling over the edge of the windowsill. Amidst the thrusts, my brain went jelly and I could only let out muffled grunts.
A few moans would escape when I could no longer hold it in. Unknowingly, the fireworks show stopped, and the cold wind rustled past the surface of the lake, springing up goosebumps on my back. Noticing that I was feeling a chill, Christopher caressed my body to ward off the cold.
Soon, I was lost in oblivion as he gained more momentum. An urge to cry suddenly overpowered me as almost half of my torso was hanging out the window.
Am I going to fall into the lake and drown to my death while making love? The headlines are going to look spectacular if that’s the case— Married Woman Drowns in Lake Following Intense Lovemaking While Cheating?
Luckily, Christopher had no intention of me making the headlines, nor wishing death upon me. He supported my back and carried me to a desk in the lounge. Feeling that the hard desk might be uncomfortable, he put a jacket underneath to cushion my back. We fooled around some more. Knowing that we had to leave later, Christopher did not drain me all of my energy.
After we were done, he did not see me out the door. Instead, he led me through a deserted way to leave through the back exit. Of course, I was not that dumb to ask if it was impolite of me to leave the party halfway. After all, everyone who went to the party who was even remotely related to me had left. Christopher’s parents might even think that I had left as well.
At the back exit, he let out a sigh. “I’m done with playing hide-and-seek with people. I really hope that I can personally see you to the door next time. No, that’s not it. We should be able to leave together.”
“All right. I will get it done and over with as soon as possible. No more procrastinating it this time.” I bade goodbye to that man and watched his silhouette disappearing into the night as I left.
I couldn’t help but feel dejected thinking about our future. Can I really be together with him out in the open?
I was about to hail a cab after reaching an intersection. A car that stopped by the roadside shone highlights at me and wound down the car window. It was Sabrina. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages!”
“I’m sorry, I had no idea you were waiting for me,” I said as I hurriedly went over to the passenger seat.
“There’s no need to explain. I think a man and a woman being alone on a yacht is quite self-explanatory. What else can you guys do?” Sabrina quipped.
Refusing to let her imagination go wild, I said, “We just watched the stars and fireworks. Nothing else went down.”
“Oh, I see.” Sabrina broke into a chortle and pointed at me. “You’re admitting it even without me saying anything. It looks like you guys had done some other thing besides watching the fireworks. Hehe, spill the beans, Eve. Is Christopher good in bed?”
I pretended not to hear her and imagined myself being as still as a statue. Why would I tell Sabrina if Christopher was any good in bed? Of course, he had his merits but I did not know if other men had the same sex drive as him. One thing for sure was that Christopher was like a wolf that was famished, seizing every chance that he could to satiate his hunger.
Whilst caressing my boobs, he would always make a point to say that he’s lucky to have a little calf like me who will produce lots of milk for him in the future. Even though I had refuted the man and said that the milk was to be reserved for babies, the man would just break into a cackle and said that he was a child too. Something about his manner just made me want to slap him across the face.
I turned crimson red with the thought in mind.
“Uh-huh, it seems like he’s really good at it. Your face is as red as a baboon’s bum.” Sabrina chuckled again as I tapped her gently. “You’d better hurry up, it’s getting late.”
Sabrina finally started the car and sent me back to my apartment. She insisted on going to my place for a nightcap. Judging by the nosy look on her face, I knew she was just curious to know what transpired between Christopher and me.
As expected, she did not leave even after finishing three glasses of water. She edged closer to me and asked, “Hurry up and tell me what happened between you and Christopher. I am dying to know how it went down.”
