2 minutes? is that all? she thought…
The long Night
Leonard stared at the clock. It was 2:am sharp. He had dozed off on his work desk. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stay up. It was the final day of the GTB food and drink fest and going home that night would have meant only one thing; sleeping on the road in the crazy traffic.
He couldn’t place if it was his mind telling him how uncomfortable he was or the strange sounds coming from behind the office by the corner. It did not matter now, he was wide awake but first he had to find out what was making the muffled sounds.
He knew employees were allowed to stay back and work overnight in the office but then, there was more to this.
He was now sure the sounds were coming from Miss Cynthia’s office. She was the head of his unit and wore a no-nonsense appearance well. He could have sworn to his office buddies that she picked on him more than the others; but they would usually reply and joke that she was like that to every member of her unit further attributing it to sexual deprivation. Afterall, the lady who led morning devotions in the office could not be getting some perpetually.
Leonard must have stood in front of the door for a little over 2 minutes. He had frozen at the sight of what he deemed both inappropriate and blissful. There was his Unit supervisor massaging her clit and making the most beautiful jargon noises he had ever heard. No doubt, he thought her beautiful, but her attitude towards him never made him fantasise about them being together; just like he had fantasised himself with other ladies in the office whom he flirted with; especially, Chioma the very light skinned receptionist whom he had always wondered if the colour of her nipples would be light or dark pink.
‘Its not what you think’ Miss Cynthia blurted as she saw Leonard. ‘Its Okay’ i was just leaving’ He retorted. ‘Dont you find me attractive?’ She said with a lowered voice ‘i have seen the way you play with chioma and the rest’ ‘oh i do’ he said in excitement as he advanced towards her table.
Finally the night had something in store for him he thought as he fondled her bosoms. He bit into one mildly and she let out a mild moan. The areolas were dark, nothing he imagined like Chioma’s; but then again he was only going to live in the moment; his rep would be lifted tomorrow when he narrated his ordeal to his office buddies in the morning.
After the foreplay, he slid into the honeypot. He couldn’t tell if it was the tightness or wetness but in less than 2 minutes he bursted. How excitement turned into bitterness. In that moment, Leonard knew he couldn’t tell his office buddies about his exploits; and worse, he was about to get treated worse by his Unit supervisor. To her he would forever remain the 2 minutes man.