COUGAR ENTANGLEMENT: MISS ENIOLA

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As much as I was trying to feel at home in this massive expanse of fortified and highly decorated apartment as requested by my host, the luxury of that comfort eluded me. The weight of my worry seems to be pressing down on my frame as I sat on alone with no other except Miss Eniola. Mr Obinna, immediately he the ended the call he earlier excused himself outside to take briskly came in and begged to take his leave. So much in a hurry he didn't stop to think ponder on the very question weighing on my mind presently, he just accepted Miss Eniola's offer to give me the remaining tour of the apartment while he urgently excused himself.

Leaving a total stranger with a vulnerable woman of class as is the case of Miss Eniola.
Who does that?

The lady on the other hand seemed pretty OK. Could she be scheming something up her sleeves or just being naive. In my moments soliloquy I didn't know when I blurted out

I could just be a criminal for crying out loud. A serial killer or an escaped prison convict looking for a hideout.

Her laughter reeked through my imaginations, paused my pulse for some seconds and evaporated every thought I had on going. Stunned, I watched her revel in her moment of pleasure as I sat there recounting how much damage this would have on my mind game.

Did I say that out loud?

Uh huh.
You really think I woul...

She rocked her head backwards and now the laughter was louder, if not that I was the comic stock oozing out clowning stupidity I probably would have joined. Her laughter felt like the ocean and how it beckons for a brief dip. Yet I was the object of scorn and I just sat there like a nerd who mysteriously found himself in a fraternity of party junkies and had just announced that he was a virgin.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to do you like that.
But...

She was trying to catch her breath.

But did you really think I'd let a total stranger walk in through my gate and ste...
Hold on, from the moment Obinna placed a call telling me about a prospective buyer for MY HOUSE I had to know who you were.

A massive activity of thoughts flooded my head all at once that I couldn't even settle for any, all I could hear was the flat line sound of an EKG. I rearranged my sitting position to get a better grasp at what this money woman was saying.

Firstly, I am sorry that came out wrong.
I was deep in thoughts and didn't take care when the words slipped out.

And then I stood up trying to hide my guilt and shame in whatever anger I could muster.

Are you saying you had me investigated?

You such a cute urchin.
Well, yes I had you investigated.
Quite an interesting background you have.
And youth...

She approached me, running her hands against my abs.

Virile youthfulness.
What say about you and I, the cougar and her Sea urchin?

More like a milf to me.

I'm offended.
Do I look so old to you?
Don't you find me attractive?

Madam, I just came to buy a house.
I'm not sure I understand this gimmicks you're about.

Dude, you're broke.
There's no uncle anywhere that's rich enough to buy my house so its either you're a spy wanting to gain entrance into my house which i should report you right now to the Estate security or we talk business..
And right now,the only business I'm interested is between you and I drowning in pleasure.

I was stunned, felt defeated.
One more look at my wealthy host, she was indeed dripping with sexiness. The kind that held me tongue tied the moment I stepped through the gates.

No rules. I can keep my present relationship. No ordering me around like your toy.

Fair enough.
When do we start?