I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.It must be the effect of my affairs with Preye. He was a lanky guy who just resumed in the Lagos office of DeltaLand Petroleum and Gas Limited. His family – wife and a kid - was still in Port Harcourt, and he was yet to fully settle down and bring them to Lagos.He had taken an immediate liking for me and had started an affair. As a married man, I knew I had very little prospects of getting married to him, but I would not mind a fling. I was twenty-six, single, beautiful and desirous of good things of life.My pay with the oil and gas company was good and I was waiting for the very ‘right’ man to come.As I rubbed my hand on my body, especially the mid-section, my feeling started getting very strong. I scooped water falling from the shower head and thoroughly rinsed my pubic region with big splashes.After some minutes, I was satisfied with the bath. I stopped the shower, stepped out of the bath tub and wrapped myself in the bath towel to rub myself dry. I wore only the bra back. I would have to wear another pantie and, instead of the trousers, wear a bum short.I stepped inside the bedroom, briefly creamed my body and wore the clothes I desired to wear. It was Saturday afternoon. I was thinking of what I would have for breakfast when the door bell sounded. Curious as to who that could be, I went to the door.“Yes, who is it?” I said aloud.“It’s Richard, your neighbor,” a deep voice answered.I breathed in deeply and unlocked the door. A man of about thirty-five, tall, handsome and chocolate brown in color was there at the door with a grin.“Hello. Did I disturb anything?” he asked, still grinning.“Hi. Not really.”“I’m Richard,” he went on. “I’m the occupant of the opposite flat. You’re the new tenant and I came to say welcome.”He extended his hand for a handshake.I tried a smile. “Thanks so much. I am Sade, but you can call me Kween.”He nodded. “What a beautiful name; a beautiful name from a beautiful lady.”“Thank you.”The way his eyes stared all over my body left me in no doubt that he wanted something beyond mere friendship.He nodded again. “Alright. We’ll be seeing again, Kween.”“Okay, Richard.”He left.You just came in and you already have a man showing interest, I told myself. I was not surprised. With my looks, I was never short of such attraction.I decided that I would have to look for an eatery around and get a good meal. By evening, I could resume cooking. I returned to the bedroom to change to a jeans skirt. It was a casual outing, so I would not need much making up or dressing up.I locked the flat up and went out to the street. Ilupeju was quite a new place to me, so I would need time to find my way around. Just about twenty meters away was Coker Road. I walked down the road. I was about to ask an approaching lady where there was good eatery when a coming car hooted its horn and parked by the road.Now, who could know me, an almost stranger, here? I walked towards the car and bent to look at the person behind the wheel.

It is a story that has a lot of adult contents. If you are the prudish type, please stay off.Constructive criticism is welcome.Kween and Richard are destined to be together. In the new house she just moves to, Kween becomes enamored to Richard. He is cool guy who seems to get everything working for him. In that very house are sexual scandals that stand between them.(This story contains sexual contents.)KWEENI took the last of my luggage up to my bedroom. This weekend, I had decided to relocate from my former abode to Ilupeju, Lagos. Earlier, I had got the furniture moved inside the living-room with the help of the truck driver and the guy that assisted him. I was feeling kind of grimy after all the hassles of loading and off-loading. It wasn’t easy to be moving to a new home.After the driver and his assistant had gone, I surveyed the two-bedroom flat once again; from the living-room to the two bed-rooms, the bathrooms/toilets and the kitchen. The sitting-room was fairly large; so were the two bedrooms. The kitchen looked small, but it was okay for me. I never really fancied big kitchens. I believed I was going to like the place.There was a door from the bedroom that I could use to get into the adjoining bathroom and toilet. Altogether, there were two bath-rooms and two toilets in the apartment. That was not bad. They were just what I wanted. The work of moving my load had taken some sweats from my body. I decided to take a shower and freshen up.I moved straight to the bathroom en-suite my bedroom. There, I pulled my light blue t-shirt over my head. Briefly I stared at the 32C white bra, and from the not so clean straps, I could see that it needed to be changed.I unhooked the bra and hung it on the bathroom rack, beside the t-shirt. My eyes went down to my boobs. They were still very firm. I was always proud of my tits. To me, they were gorgeous assets that must be protected.Next, I removed the black jeans trousers and my pantie. I picked the trousers and hanged it on the rack next to the bra and the t-shirt. I was not going to wear that pant again, so it could remain on the floor. I stepped inside the bath-tube, opened the tap and water gushed from the showers. I hoped the water would always be available like this.The cold water hit my body in a relieving way. Generously, I applied the lather soap over my head, my face, chest and the rest of my body. I allowed the water to run over my body for several minutes, then, I stopped the tap momentarily and took the floral flower gel. I made copious lather as I worked it around my face and neck. As the stiff crinkled yellow liquid traveled over my breasts and brushed my nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in my tummy.I rubbed the liquid substance down over my tummy and thighs, skipping the soggy wisps of hair that had started growing at the pubic region again. The white foamy lather coated my slender coltish legs only briefly before the cascading water washed all the dirt down the drain. Rubbing the scratchy bath puff on my private part gave a similar but stronger version of the feeling I got from my breasts.I never used the bathing puff between my legs. Squeezing a blob of the bath gel onto my fingers I applied the cold slippery soap to my warm plump vulva. That indescribable warm feeling flowed up from my core until it reached my head, making it spin. My fingers worked around cleansing and exploring. It felt different every day, looking lush; and somehow there was just more of it. I couldn't decide if the feel of my fingers on my womanhood, or the feel of my womanhood on my fingers was more intoxicating.I convinced myself that I was really having a good time with the bathing experience, so I applied more soap. It was only a couple of weeks since I had peeked at my pussy but I was sure that the inner part was sticking out a bit more now.