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. I was surprised to find that it was Richard.

"Hey, beauty, where could you be going under this hot sun?" he asked.

I grinned sheepishly. "I was actually trying to see where I can get a good place to eat."

"Oh, why didnt you tell me the other time? Hop in, Ill take you to a nice place."

I opened the front right door of the Mercedes C class car and sat in the seat.

"There are many good places to eat around here, but Ill take you to Town Planning Way."

I nodded while he drove on. Just two minutes drive took us to where he had in mind. He parked on the car lot and we got down from the car.
We sat where we could directly watch the big screen television.

"So, what will you like to take, Sade?"

"Fried rice and chicken will be okay," I replied.

He nodded as if that was the answer he expected.

Fried rice and chicken was ordered for the two of us. The delicious meal was brought and we started to eat.

"Tell me about yourself," he started the conversation.

I grinned. "Where would I start?"

"Anywhere. Im sure anything that comes from your mouth will be good to hear."

I smiled. "You dont have to flatter me, Richard.
Its no flatter. I only say things as they are. So, tell me about yourself."

"Alright."

So, briefly I told him about myself. He listened keenly as if he was listening to CNN news. Within a minute, my short biodata was over. "It's your turn. Tell me everything about yourself."

"Everything?"

"Well, every important thing."

He launched into a long talk. He was born here in Lagos to the influential family of Professor Mick Adeyemi. At the age of nineteen, he was taken to U.S.A to continue his education. He spent twelve years there before he came back home to work for his fathers business. He studied Economics there and presently worked at his fathers micro finance bank.

The house he occupied actually belonged to his father. The latter had vowed that he would not have a house that fully belonged to him until he settled down in marriage and behaved responsibly. Well, here he was, trying to get Miss Right.

Here I was too, trying to get Mr. Right.

"Interesting," I said. "Are you saying youre still single?"

He looked surprised that I should ask that question. "Of course, I am. But I will like to end that status asap."

Some seconds of silence passed. Had I finally got the right man I was waiting for? Would Richard be serious enough to cultivate serious relationship?

"Tell me about your interests", he prompted again.
I hemmed. "Well, I like good music and watch movies a lot. Romance movies, of course."

He nodded. "I like to watch movies too. Then, he quickly added, action movies, of course."

We laughed briefly at the joke. Some minutes later, we finished eating. For dessert, he ordered for a jar of vanilla ice cream.

He said apart from watching movies, he also loved to watch football. He looked at his watch. "As soon as I leave here, Ill be going to my club at Palm Groove. I like to watch matches with guys."

Several more minutes later, we left the eatery.

"Let me drop you in the house before proceeding to the club," he offered.

He drove to the gate of the house. I thanked him as I got down.

"See you," he said and drove off.

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.