He
secured the door. I followed him to the sitting room where he sank into his
favourite seat. “You can make yourself comfortable,” he pointed at the sofa.
Without a word, I placed my bag on the sofa and slowly settled down. My eyes
travelled round the room. The atmosphere was refreshing. No foul smell, he was organized.
Attracted to the books carefully arranged on the shelf. I got up and walked
there. I picked one of them and flipped through the pages. It did not look bad.
I glanced at him, our eyes met. I said, “I like books. I read a lot.”
He
nodded almost a million times, and noted, “It’s good to read. What can I offer
you?”
I
placed the book back on the shelf and returned to my seat. I turned to him and
our eyes met again. I understand why he is staring at me. He was expecting my
response. I sighed deeply and answered, “I am not overly choosy. Give me what
you have!”
“What
if I offer myself?”
I
chuckled, “That will be asking for too much. Do you have soft drink?”
“Sure.”
He rose from the chair and disappeared into a corner of the house. Moments
later, he appeared with two bottles of soft drink. He pulled the side table to
my side. He sat beside me and placed the drink on the table. He opened his
bottle and sent some of the content down his throat. As soon as the drink settled
down, he let go a belch that could kill a dove. “That was good,” he said. He
slammed the drink on the table, “Life is good.”
I
took my drink as well. I placed my bottle next to his. I glanced at him as he
fixed his gaze on the TV. I asked, “Where is your wife?”
“Good
you asked. I am not married,” he chuckled. And turned to me. Our eyes met. I
turned away. “It is difficult to believe.”
I
nodded in agreement. “Yes, I thought you were married.”
“I
was…”
“So
what happened? Where is she?” I took another sip, waiting for his explanation.
“She
had cancer. We fought gallantly against it but could not prevail. Ever since
she died, my life had been empty. I have been struggling and burning at the
same time.” He turned to me, “Have I answered your question?”
“Yes,”
I nodded. “Sorry for your loss…”
“That
is what I always hear. Dalmos, sorry for your loss. Dalmos sorry for this and
Dalmos sorry that blah, blah, blah. Soon you will leave and I will be all alone
again. This loneliness is killing me.”
“I
do not intend to leave too soon…No I mean…I…I will,” I do not know what came
over me.
When
he did not say a word, I thought he did not hear me. I took another sip from
the bottle. I faced the television and hoped he did not hear me or go back to
the subject. Something in me seemed to be edging me close to him. But how could
I be so cheap.
After
emptying his bottle of drink into his stomach, he sat up, and asked, “Did you say
you will stay with me?”
“So
you heard me?”
“Yes,
you remind me of my late wife. She was outspoken. She never hid her feelings.
When you said that, you brought back some good memories. I would not mind if
you stay with me as long as you want.”
I
chuckled, shook my head. “We barely knew one another…”
“I
have nothing to hide. This is me,” he stretched his hands and palms up. “There
is nothing else other than this.”
I
turned away. “I did not come here for this. I came to thank you for saving my
life,” I told him.
He
rose to his feet and walked out of the sitting room.
“Where
are you going?”
There
was no answer.
I
jumped to my feet as my gaze followed him to the corner. He opened a door, went into the room and shut
the door behind him. I sat back confused and did not know what to do. After
seating in the sitting room alone for some time, I decided to find out what was
wrong with the man. Gently, I got back on my feet and walked to the door.
Quietly I opened the door and tossed my head inside. I met Dalmos by the window,
staring outside. I entered the room and shut the door behind us. “What are you
doing here? Why did you leave in the room?”
“I
am sorry. I just could not stand you. The more I stared at you, the more I
remember my wife. You are just like her. I felt guilty again. I did not do
enough to keep her alive. That was why I had to leave,” he spoke with a
quivering voice.
“You
need to forgive yourself and move on.” I went to the window and stood by his
side. As we gazed at the beautiful earth, Dalmos hands were on the burglary
proof. As he lowered his hand, he brushed my nipple. I moaned a little. My eyes
stumbled on his trousers; his cock was hard inside his pants. Sensing the
invitation, he raised my shirt. He leaned forward, grabbed my breasts and wrapped
his long tongue around it. I was wet. I begged him not to stop. I held his head
and pulled him close to my body. Everything started very fast. We had plenty of
motivation.
Dalmos
snatched me from the ground and tossed me to the bed. I watched him unzip his
trousers. His penis was very hard and was growing bigger and larger. I undressed,
took his cock in my hand and slipped it into my mouth. As I pulled back and
forth softly, he moaned aloud. Then I pulled away, lay with my back to the bed,
and spread my legs for him to invade me. He did not disappoint. He drilled me so
hard. By the time he descended, his load was inside of me. Dalmos was a
remarkable man.
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