BACKSEAT PLAN

It was around 8pm. We had just driven to greenspan shopping mall to pick up some foodstuffs. The parking lot was full despite it being quite late. We struggled fitting into the slim parking slots almost scratching the Porsche cayenne that was parked adjacent. "ukigwara hiyo hata hakuna kunegotiate. .. Utampea hii Allion yako kama compensation" ( if you scratch the Porsche, there won't be negotiation...you will just give the owner this Toyota Allion as compensation) Ivy commented then bursted into laughter.

We finally managed to fit in the slot. I alighted then as a gentleman,  swaggered majestically to the other side to open for Ivy the door. She landed her fleshy legs on the innocent ground then handed me her soft left hand to hold her as we matched in the mall.

We did a random 'pocket-drying' shopping of which I regreted inwardly but dusguised it with a fake grin on my visage, which every Kenyan man does.

I had just met Ivy the other night at wizkid's concert after an innocent  girl was shot in the hand by a policeman. She had worn a worried expression on her face which I took as a token to know her. She was a nice,  cute girl who also seemed emotional. I have a weakness for emotional damsels.

As we walked back to my auto parked uniquely,  she asked, " what's your plan? " I tried to figure out what she actually meant by 'plan'. Having the fisi DNA in me, i replied,  " no plan swirry,  you are my planner, I guess."

Before she could think of a reply to that,  I opened the door for her then walked to the boot to cram the shopping. I walked to the drivers section and coughed the engine to life. It was when i was reversing the Toyota Allion that I noticed Ivy had unzipped her blouse and the cleavage was finely exposed.

Sliding my eyes down,  I stuck on her fleshy thighs that were exposed by the slightly pulled up skirt. I saw temptation smiling at me. She pretended to be busy on her iphone.

I slid my hands quietly then landed them on her thighs. She deeped the gadget in her handbag then seemed to be moving closer to me.
    " I asked what's your plan? "  she asked, in a low, soothing tone. 
   " I should be asking you that."  I answered,  lifting my hands from her thighs to her chubby cheeks. She moved back and seemed to be thinking hard.
" let's move to the back seat. " she finally said. I created space between our seats then hopped to the back seat. I helped her jump over. I could easily predict the future.

Kisses started to rain and reign the atmosphere. My hands kept on sliding up and down her smooth body. I divested  her blouse slowly leaving her with a bra that covered her steady boobs. I fondled her,  pulling up her skirt while pulling down my trouser.

We Turned, still kissing deeply. Lips got noisy and more noisy till we got breathless. I pulled down her g-string upto her knee.  As I was in the process of pulling down my tight calvin klein boxer,  I saw a spotlight flashing in the front seat,  followed by a croaky voice,  " kuna mtu hapa ndani ?"( is there anyone in here? )

I pulled up my boxer,  then my trouser and shouted,  " yeah,  am here! "

"umefungia watu njia ... Were you moving out?  .... And ...are you alone back there? "