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HOSTESS ISCARIOT - FANTASIES


By: Emmanuel Coleman
As the young lady approached him, Kwaku Kissi saw she looked friendly. Maybe she could be of help to him. Maybe she could suggest a boarding house or hostel he could spend the night.
“Hello, wie gehts?  My name is Gerda,” she said. “Wie heist zu? What’s yours?”
“My name is Kwaku,” he replied. “I’m looking for somewhere to lodge for the night. Can you help me?”
“Why don’t you come home with me?” Gerda suggested without thinking. “I live alone in my cottage; you can sleep in one of my rooms.”
Kwaku Kissi couldn’t believe his luck. And Gerda, she only realized what she had done when Kwaku thanked her profusely. She shrugged and said, “Let’s get on the way before I change my mind.”
They strolled together through the lanes towards the edge of the village where Gerda’s home stood. It was a sweet little cottage surrounded by a well-kept garden. She had inherited it from her parents who also inherited it from Gerda’s paternal grandparents. Her parents and grandparents were farmers but she had rented out the farm and worked as a secretary in the local government office.
They entered. Even though the cottage was small, the interior was surprisingly roomy. It was also quite cozy and lived-in. It felt like home.
“Kwaku, make yourself at home while I fix us something to eat”, Gerda said and disappeared into the kitchen.
Not so long after, Kwaku could smell the very appetizing aroma of roasted chicken and homemade bread.
Gerda finished and invited him into the kitchen. Kwaku hadn’t eaten for hours and enjoyed the supper very much. Gerda was pleased by this and kept on urging him to eat more. Usually, when she cooked, she ate alone. In fact, it had been ages since she shared a meal with a soul. As they ate, they chatted and laughed gaily as if they had known each other for ages.
 During supper, Kwaku Kissi got a chance to really see how Gerda looked. She was quite pretty with a cute heart-shaped face with dimpled cheeks and hazel green eyes. She was plump and cuddly and had long curly brown hair which cascaded over her shoulders. She had an infectious smile and giggled quite a lot.
After supper, Gerda ran a hot bath for Kwaku. She showed him to his bedroom. The room had a queen-sized bed and a wardrobe and a rocking chair. It used to be her granny’s room.
She had laid out an old pair of pajamas which used to belong to her father for Kwaku.  In no time the tired Kwaku Kissi was fast asleep.

Gerda on her part sat on her bed in her bedroom. During supper, she had also been checking out Kwaku. She liked his dark brown face with its thin moustache. She liked his athletic build and his pleasant disposition. She hadn’t had a man so close for ages. Indeed, Gerda hadn’t had a man for a very long time. That night, she couldn’t sleep and felt rather restless. Not that restlessness she had felt earlier in the evening. She couldn’t help remembering the bulging crotch of Kwaku’s jeans and his broad chest and rippling muscles under his dark skin when he took off his shirt before entering the bathroom. He looked very virile. Gerda has always admired those trim well-built African men in those sports magazines but had never had one of the species so close.
To be continued...

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