Fresh out of her service year and faced with all the stress that comes with moving to a new city, Tina seeks the help of her friendly neighbours. She ends up getting more than just a paint job. She recounts the tale in this week’s Sex Diaries entry:
Day 1
I carry the box into the house and wait for Tunde to climb up the stairs with my suitcase. Moving is not for the faint of heart. I had thought that living alone and moving into my first apartment in a new city would be fun and exciting, but it has been stressful and expensive. I don’t know what I would have done without my new friendly neighbour, Tunde, who has been helping me carry all of my heaviest things upstairs since that first day he saw me struggling. “I think that’s the last one,” he says, carrying the bag to the corner of the scattered living room. I thank him, offering a sachet of pure water, which is all I currently have. After we drink our water, he tells me he has to head back to his apartment, which is just below mine but politely asks if there is anything else he can help me with. I am about to say no and thank him again but then I remember. “Actually, yeah, there is something. Sorry to bother you, but I hate the colour of the walls in this house. Looks like spoiled egusi! Do you have any painter’s number?” He laughs and nods his head. “You know, I think my little brother can help you with that. Max is kind of like an artist and handy around the house. I’ll ask him when he gets home tonight.” He leaves, I quickly undress and pass out on my couch, ready to sleep for the next eight days.
Day 2
I wake up to the sound of knocking the next day. I realize that I’m still basically naked, with only my panties on but I still haven’t unpacked any of my boxes so I don’t know where anything is. I quickly scan the room for something to wear, just as another knock lands. Damn it. Maybe I should just play dead; pretend to still be asleep. I open one of the many Ghana-Must-Go bags in the corner and put on the first shirt I grab. It’s a bit tight but at least it covers my butt cheeks. “Chill, I’m coming o,” I say as I rush to the door, asking who it is. “Hey, neighbour. It’s me, Max. Tunde said you needed some assistance.” I open the door and poke my head out. So, this is the little brother. Definitely nothing ‘little’ about him. He’s very tall and on the skinny side, unlike his brother, but has the same friendly smile, cat-like eyes and caramel skin. Very cute indeed. I let him in, apologizing for the mess while he apologizes for waking me up while trying not to be obvious about looking at my exposed thighs. We talk about the job at hand and go back and forth about the right colour to use, finally agreeing on a light shade of purple. He agrees to go out and buy the paint, promising to return with all his equipment and start working that afternoon. That gives me enough time to shower and look for a pair of shorts and a crop top to wear. He starts painting the kitchen first, while I hang around, trying to keep him company. I watch him as he works, making long, even strokes up and down the wall, sweating starting to spread across the back of his t-shirt in the afternoon heat. I decide to order us food (it’s the least I can do) and invite him to take a break when it arrives. We eat together, exchanging light, flirtatious banter. This time, when he gets back to work, attacking the living room this time, he takes off his shirt. I had expected him to be all ribs and bones, but am pleasantly surprised to see a nice firm torso. I wonder if what they say about skinny men is true… He finishes the kitchen and almost half of the sitting room by the time he leaves around 7 P.M. “I’ll be back early tomorrow,” he says on his way out.
Day 3
He arrives bright and early the next day, as promised, with his Bluetooth speaker. We spend the morning singing along to his playlist of Old Skool Highlife classics while he completes the sitting room area. By afternoon, he is ready to start painting the one bedroom. I help him move my bed to the centre of the room and I sit on it and watch him do his thing, sweat dripping between his shoulder blades, increasingly aware of the sexual tension between us. I offer to help from time to time but he is in his zone and works quickly, even adding a small, pretty bird design in black paint in one corner of the wall he is working on. I find his focus and attention to detail so sexy. I ask him to take a break. He agrees and goes into the bathroom outside my room to wash his hands. He returns and joins me on the bed. “I see the bathroom is tiled, so once I finish your room, my mission is accomplished,” he says, cracking his neck a bit. I nod and rub his shoulder. “Thank you so much,” I tell him. “Since you won’t let me help you and refuse to let me talk about giving you money, how do I repay you for your kindness?” I ask suggestively, suddenly very turned on by his proximity to me. He looks me straight in the eye, catching the hint. “I can think of a few things, to be quite honest,” he says, shyly putting his hand on my knee. “But on a serious note, I’m just glad I could help. We all know how hard it is to find your feet in a new city.” How sweet. But I’m too horny for sweetness now. It’s been a busy and difficult few weeks and I honestly just want to relive my stress and take my mind off all the things I still have to do. “Then let’s both help each other,” I tell him, moving my hand down his back. “Take your shorts off. I wanna see you.” His eyes widen, clearly surprised but also pleased. He stands up and slowly takes off the shorts. A thick, slightly curved dick emerges. I probably gasp as I look at it because he says, “I guess you like what you see,” as he comes closer to me. Still sitting on the bed, I take it into my mouth as he stands over me, rubbing my tongue along the base before licking the tip. He moans, grabbing the back of my head as I suck the soul out of him. “Shit!” he yells, eyes wide open while he watches me. He pulls out of my mouth and gently kisses it, demanding that I undress and get on the bed. I do as I’m told, planting myself butt naked on all fours, asking him to fuck me from behind. He surprises me by kneeling and eating me out slowly first, telling me how wet I am while squeezing my ass and teasing my clit. Then suddenly, he is inching into me, stretching my body open, doggy style. “Faster,” I beg, encouraging him to go deeper. I can hear my ass clapping as he increases his pace, which turns me on even more. I can’t take it anymore and soon I collapse flat onto my tummy, gasping from pleasure but he doesn’t stop, slowing down instead and making sweet circular motions inside of me as my legs continue to quiver. “Fuck I’m going to cum”, he moans, as we both tip over the edge. Later that night, as I lie in bed, looking at my pretty, almost fully painted walls, I smile to myself and thank God for good neighbours.
*This article is based on real-life events. The names used are mere pseudonyms to protect the identities of the individuals mentioned in the article.
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