Her pussy was so wet already. Chai! “Which kain temptation be dis? Hope say no be ghost?”. I asked myself as I gently fingered her excited clit. I could not think much as I was carried away by the warmth my fingers felt inside her soaking wet pussy. In her very short gown which barely covered her thighs, she spread her legs wider as she pulled my head closer and kissed my ears noisily. I made up my mind. “Even if na mammy-water, I must gbadun this babe today. I no send”.
Ehen! Before I forget, my name is Tunde Jones. A very sweeeet Lagos taxi driver. Friends call me ‘Bebo’, Yoruba slang for ‘Pussy Buster’. Don’t ask why.
I decided to make an early start around 5:00 am Monday morning. My very first passenger was a very pretty female. You don’t need a detective to know she just left some night job and can’t wait to get home. I dropped her off at her gate in Maryland. Minutes later I picked up an elderly man likely to be in his 60s. I dropped him off on Obafemi Awolowo way, Ikeja. He counted three crisp N1000 notes, handed them to me as he collected my business card and then advised not to leave my stuff in the back seat with passengers. He further said in pidgin, ‘you no know who devil fit use’.
I thanked the baba, counted and arranged my cash in my wallet which is always under my seat. I got in the backseat to check the mysterious bag. It’s a duty-free shopping bag containing a few clothes and a purse. I opened the purse and found a small Nokia phone alongside N35,000 cash and a few personal items. I immediately suspected my first passenger, the pretty lady. I packed everything as they were, in hopes to return the bag as soon as I’m less busy but then the Nokia phone rang. After ringing a few times, I picked the call up.
‘Please, who are you?’, said the soft voice from the other end. Trust me na, as a bad-sharp guy I gather my fresh boy accent, “I’m Tunde Jones, your sweeeet Lagos taxi driver”. “Oh my God! Tunde, I…I…I left my bag in your car…wh…wh… where are you?”, she stammered with a very worried voice but I told her to relax and that her bag is in safe hands. To cut the long story short, we concluded since she’s home all day I’m free to drop her bag soon as I have some free time. That’s it.
It’s 11:30am now and the morning traffic rush is over. Break time for me but I have to return this bag first. I got to the same gate where I dropped her earlier, the gate opened and there she stood in the skimpiest gown I’ve seen lately. The bright sun helped my eyes feed better on her spotless skin. Her nipples were visibly hard and I was wondering why until she caught me staring as I handed the bag over to her. She gestured for a hand shake, “My name is Uche” she said. She smiled excitedly, thanked me and begged me to come in for a bit…
To be continued…