MY P-MAN FRIEND’S DAUGHTER…..(18+)…..Part 1

This ASUU strike has been on for a while, and
in
my opinion, it is both favourable and
unfavourable. After what happened to me
recently, I think I’ll even want the strike to last
till next year. (lol) I was on my own in the
sitting room, simultaneously chatting with one
girl and watching TV. I was laughing like a goat,
I
swear. Dont give me that look…c’mon, we all
do these things. I was tempted to use Pidgin
English for this story, I must confess, but from
now on I’ll just use ‘Pman’ for Father and
‘Momsi’ for Mother. Dhazall.
I was still laughing like a drunk chronic
madman
when my Pman came out from his room. He
asked me what I was laughing about
and I just said I was reading one joke online.
He walked to the kitchen and as I heard his foot
steps coming back, I immediately co-ordinated
myself as if I was doing a job interview
online.lol.
He asked me to go and help him give his friend
one document and that I should explain to him
that he’ll see him later.
Me i just happy say I go even leave that house
sef. Even if the place I was going to was not
far.
Two minutes later, I don jump enter one jeans
wey I hang for my wardrobe door. I pick one
Tshirt from my box.
I never wear this Tshirt since when I don come
back from school.
I trekked out of my street and picked a bike.
The man was telling me N100 as if its not this
same place i used to go
before. I finally negotiated N50. All these Okada
people sef.
When I got to the man’s house, I did not even
waste time before I started knocking because I
already knew the routine. If you come this early
to his house, there is just no way you wont
knock for up to 10 minutes at least. I wonder
why my pman does not always call this man
before he sends me here.
Anyway, I continued knocking. I looked at the
street and found out that it was a bit live-lier
than my own.
Chai…see the girls wey dey this place sha. The
girls that would not be around on a normal day,
now because of ASUU, they are all over the
place.
It was still about 8:45 that saturday morning. I
continued looking around after intervals of
knocking.
Soon, i heard foot steps. Theres a special way
women slippers (or i dont know what they call
it)
sounds.
I was already composing the start-up
statement i would tell Mrs Chizoba.
I always preferred her husband to be the one
that would recieve me. I hate all those fake
smiles that women put up. The smile wey go
be like say their face wan tear.
The gate opened, and I took my face away
first as if I was watching one woman who was
helping one girl carry her tray on her head.
Before i looked back, I put on my most honest
smile. I get this innocent smile wey I dey
always give elderly women, or near elderly sha.
So, back to the story.
As I turned back with my honest smile, I first
confuse.
It wasn’t Mrs Chizoba I saw oo.. It was a much
younger lady. Ah!
It was not me that was shouting o. Its that
stubborn boy in my
head.

This girl was fine ooo. Anything else would be
an understatement. I swear!! I looked at this girl
for up for one minute, until it was getting
awkward. She just gave me that ”yes? what do
you have to say” look.
She was just waking up, I could tell from her
face. All these people dey talk say, if you wan
know girl wey fine, go check am for house for
morning. Omo, if na that one be the case, this
girl na Ogbanje. She was fine in every sense.
I was happy when my mouth started moving,
because it wasn’t me that was moving the lips.
Left to me, I was comfortable just staring at her
till Jesus go blow 2nd trumpet by himself say
make I begin climb stairs come up. I told her
that I was there to see Mr. Chizoba.
She nodded and told me to come in. As she
shifted a little for me to enter, I noticed
something that made me know that God works
on sundays. She was wearing her nightie and
the nightie was just a little bit transparent. I
could see that she was not wearing a bra
underneath. Me sef, i silly! Who wears a bra to
bed anyway. I saw her Tips and a little of the
roundness of her bosom.
The bosoms were firm. They stood up like that
without any sign of sagging. I swear, if i wasnt
this close to this girl, I would have argued with
Gani that this girl was wearing a bra, the way
the bosoms were firm.
She then made matters worse. She decided to
close the gate.

Oboy! The transparency of the material fully
came into view as she turned to close the gate.
For a brief moment, i caught a glimse of her
full right bosom. Needless to say that by now,
my
dick don dey play god of war inside my jeans.
Thank God i did not wear that my 3-quarter
shorts. Chai… E for bad. The Attention for show,
no be small. So this girl was around because of
ASUU?? Chai. I knew Mr. Chizoba had a
daughter, but since I had been coming here, I
did not for once lay my eyes on her. Its just
either of her brothers I usually saw. But most of
the times, the parents were home alone. Thats
what happens when theres no much spacing
between your kids. They all enter the university
at close to the same time.
i was still waiting for her to finish bolting the
gate. I could not have waited for more than six
to seven seconds, but those seconds seemed
like hours oo. I cant lie. I read books where
they say ”minutes looked like hours”, but this
time i was experiencing it myslef. I was not
smiling again. That kind happiness
wey you no go fit smile. I just decided to calm
down and act natural. Then she turned again
and started walking towards the main house. I
turned too, and started following her.
This my eyes sef. It went down again and I
saw her Bottom. That shii was apple buttom. It
was not small at all, and it was not that extra
large Bottom. This one was perfect from the
view I had.
And she knew how to sway it. I dont know if
she was doing it for me or that was just how
she walked normally.
She didnt behave awkwardly at all. She didnt
even smile like that, so i didnt think she was
interested in me.
Anybody that was looking at us then would
have thought that I was following her inside,
but na yansh i dey follow. If her backside had
moved away from her body and went back to
the gate, i would forget what i went to do there
and follow the backside to where-ever it was
going. I just kept staring at the Bottom. Then I
realized that anybody could be looking at me
through the windows, so i re-directed my eye
lenses. But somehow, it restored to default
settings and went back to the yansh.
The panty outline was obvious. It was a short
trimmed panty. I dont thing it was exactly a g-
string. The shii was a little bigger.
I began to fear that I’ll even injure my dick with
the way it was struggling in my jeans and boxer
shorts. If the thing get mouth, e
for shout.

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