Johnson’s Dickson – Episode 7

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Episode 7

However, once the bus he boarded drove

away, I found myself rushing back home.

From a quiet casual stroll to a sudden

hastened waddle. In fact, I even started

running at some point, smiling in my head as

I did! I was going to have a chance with Mr.

Johnson and how that elated me! He was at

the main house alone as always and I was

going to be reporting for morning duties once

I got home. So when I crashed into my house

like some flaming rocket, I quickly made for

my wardrobe where I had hung the skimpy

cloth I intended to wear that morning. It was

an old frail white sleeveless gown which I had

never worn without any cloths underneath

given it was rather very see-through.

However, on this occasion, I slipped myself

into it without hesitation and with no other

thing underneath except for my red g-string

panties! I was initially interested in dumping

the panties all the same but I wasn’t certain

he wouldn’t feel insecure so soon, if I did. So

I pulled one on. A red one which was so

conspicuously elaborate through the sheer

transparency of the gown. My aim was to

gradually lure him into me sensually. And

anything contrary to that was going to be

undermining! I was to erotically trap him into

having the heavy urge to touch me. If he

could be so aroused by me to come on to me,

then I was through with my plan. This kept

ringing inside my head as I found a red

matching slip-on to wear heading to the

main house in the course.

After a second thought, I decided to change

my manner of encounter. I had initially felt I

could just walk into his bedroom and find a

reason to remain there with him longer than

normal, but quickly thought otherwise. Doing

that will only make him easily suspect I had

come in to seduce him. If I would succeed in

luring him to me, then I needed to approach it

as though that wasn’t my aim. I was barely

into the thought when a fresh one struck me,

and that was exactly what I chose to do. So I

hastened up my steps. I could feel the cold

morning breeze sweep through my na.kedness

underneath. My heaving boobs were

obviously aroused already causing my n—–s

to stand out through the sheer material of the

gown. I could feel the weight of my wide a-s

as it flapped from side to side as I took my

quicker steps! I could feel the moment. My

body was yearning for this!

When I eventually got in, I went straight for

his door. Going by my plan, I needed to ask

him if I should get his bathwater ready given

what time it was. I found his door shut which

meant he was having his routine ‘Quiet-time’

but given that the plan had to be executed

precisely, I screamed the question to him from

outside, ignoring the obvious ill-timing. And

quite surprisingly, he replied and asked me to

go ahead. So I went into the bathroom to mix

his water. I was fortunate it was the old

system where bathrooms were not attached to

the bedrooms. If it were now, I still wonder

how I would have pulled this off. However,

after working on his heater and getting his

water set for use, I didn’t come out of the

bathroom. I remained there. There was a

‘dresser’ corner of the bathroom which

contained a credenza and some sanitary

objects and were generally curtained away

from the rest of the bathing area. That was

where I remained. The little AC hanging on

the wall, just above the window I usually

peeped from, kept me cold. My large boobs

were now pushing out into my gown.

Everything that made me a woman were now

so elaborately visible through the transparent

material! You could even tell the number of

dots I had on each of my areolas – that was

how bad it was!

“Madam Daniela, you don finish?”, he called

out after several minutes of wait. “Abeg, do

dish my breakfast for me. Mommy prepared

fried eggs and yam.”

I remained silent. I could feel he was very

close to the bathroom door so I needed not to

let him know I was in there.

He started whistling a song as he walked into

the bathroom. I could tell out his dark

silhouette through the curtain but was sure

he couldn’t see me, given where I was

standing. His shirt was first to go and then

his shorts as his fat tool quickly sprang into

full silhouetted-view from his shorts! I felt my

knees begin to go weak as my p—y began to

let out the juice. After what seemed like a

year, I decided to come out from my hiding.

So I picked up some of the used towels

dumped in a bowl by my side and with my

bum, slid my way through the curtain out into

the open, delivering a very tempting view of

my ass.