The Mechanic 4.

Deep Sea

Lister
There is always that one person in the office. The one we all know as kameme FM. If you want something spreading around the office and fast, just tell that person and tell them not to tell anyone else. In our office there is one. Short and dark with big eyes, don't get me wrong on the eyes, I too have big eyes and I love them, most people do. She is small bodied, something contrary to her appetite, both appetites by the way, food and gossip.
I had just settled in for the day in the morning when she showed up in my office. Her usual plastic mug of tea in one hand and chapati on the other.
"Enhe Dee, I saw you yesterday."
My stomach tightened, I was done for. Everyone in the office was going to know what happened the previous evening.
"You saw me?"
"Yeah, I saw the guy who picked you up."
I let out a silent sigh, she had not seen anything.
"What about him?"
"You know he is cute."
"You want him?"
"As if you'd let me. I know that mechanic."
"I can put in a good word for you."
"Are you telling me that there is nothing between you two?"
"Did you want me to do something for you, Norah?"
"Uhmmm, no, I just wanted to know what's going on between you two."
"Si you make me a cup of coffee, then I will tell you."
She set her tea on my desk and rushed out. A few minutes later, she was back with my coffee,
"So?"
"So, go back to your work station before I complain to the hr."
"But Dee, you said if I make you coffee you will tell me."
"And I have just told you."
She looked at me like a kid would an annoying adult.
A few minutes to lunch our receptionist called me, Jakipash was here and he wanted to talk to me. How had I not given him my number or how had he not taken mine?
I went to the washroom and retouched my make up, I had to look good for him.
He was in his usual overalls, I wanted to go right into his arms and kiss him but I could not,
"Hey, you look good as usual."
"I could say the same, your overall is clean."
He handed me his phone, I took it's and keyed in my number and handed it back. An idea came to mind,
"Joe, maybe we can take the afternoon off."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I can take an out of office afternoon."
"Sounds perfect to me, so I will pick you up in?"
"In half an hour."
There was that smile I was growing to love. He walked out and I walked back to my office.
In half an hour, we were in his car driving to his house. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel his heartbeat next to mine. I wanted his body against mine. I wanted his him all over me.
There was no traffic, he lived along kiambu road, on the third floor of the apartments. He held my hand and led me up the stairs and into his house. It was neat and clean. Way too clean. Every furniture in place. He pinned me against the wall as soon as he closed the door. We were all over each other, hands gropping, fingers intertwining, sweats merging in sweet drips. We did the act on his grey couch, staining it a little. We both collapsed from exhaustion. He rolled off and kissed me on the forehead, got up and disappeared into the kitchen. This afternoon was off to a good start.
 

Mzito Jimit

Lister
Wacha wivu. You opened the thread to leave a negative remark?
What's up with the dislike, you are the only fool who has been giving me that. Retract it, that ain't a negative comment but am just putting across my opinion, you are also entitled to yours.
 

Doc oga

Elder Lister
There is always that one person in the office. The one we all know as kameme FM. If you want something spreading around the office and fast, just tell that person and tell them not to tell anyone else. In our office there is one. Short and dark with big eyes, don't get me wrong on the eyes, I too have big eyes and I love them, most people do. She is small bodied, something contrary to her appetite, both appetites by the way, food and gossip.
I had just settled in for the day in the morning when she showed up in my office. Her usual plastic mug of tea in one hand and chapati on the other.
"Enhe Dee, I saw you yesterday."
My stomach tightened, I was done for. Everyone in the office was going to know what happened the previous evening.
"You saw me?"
"Yeah, I saw the guy who picked you up."
I let out a silent sigh, she had not seen anything.
"What about him?"
"You know he is cute."
"You want him?"
"As if you'd let me. I know that mechanic."
"I can put in a good word for you."
"Are you telling me that there is nothing between you two?"
"Did you want me to do something for you, Norah?"
"Uhmmm, no, I just wanted to know what's going on between you two."
"Si you make me a cup of coffee, then I will tell you."
She set her tea on my desk and rushed out. A few minutes later, she was back with my coffee,
"So?"
"So, go back to your work station before I complain to the hr."
"But Dee, you said if I make you coffee you will tell me."
"And I have just told you."
She looked at me like a kid would an annoying adult.
A few minutes to lunch our receptionist called me, Jakipash was here and he wanted to talk to me. How had I not given him my number or how had he not taken mine?
I went to the washroom and retouched my make up, I had to look good for him.
He was in his usual overalls, I wanted to go right into his arms and kiss him but I could not,
"Hey, you look good as usual."
"I could say the same, your overall is clean."
He handed me his phone, I took it's and keyed in my number and handed it back. An idea came to mind,
"Joe, maybe we can take the afternoon off."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I can take an out of office afternoon."
"Sounds perfect to me, so I will pick you up in?"
"In half an hour."
There was that smile I was growing to love. He walked out and I walked back to my office.
In half an hour, we were in his car driving to his house. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel his heartbeat next to mine. I wanted his body against mine. I wanted his him all over me.
There was no traffic, he lived along kiambu road, on the third floor of the apartments. He held my hand and led me up the stairs and into his house. It was neat and clean. Way too clean. Every furniture in place. He pinned me against the wall as soon as he closed the door. We were all over each other, hands gropping, fingers intertwining, sweats merging in sweet drips. We did the act on his grey couch, staining it a little. We both collapsed from exhaustion. He rolled off and kissed me on the forehead, got up and disappeared into the kitchen. This afternoon was off to a good start.
Picha ya stained sofa
 
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