Confessions of a Modern U’Makoti(BWWM)

Confession #10

Confession #10

I’ve had a long standing affair with underwear.

I mean I’d wear my granny panties when at home or work. But anything lacy and racy was saved for… A more special occasion. So I couldn’t help but pack only my racy lacies. That may have been a mistake considering just how far we’d be traveling and how rainy it was.

1489 km.

That was the distance between Johannesburg and Hermanus. That translated into thirteen hours and twenty seven minutes of wet road. I’d always loved the idea of a road trip but my legs had fallen asleep for the sixth time and my as$ began to burn and my thong, so much for sexy kitten.

The first few hours were great, Aaron and I talked and then I fell asleep. Only to woken up because it was my turn to drive. And after three more hours of driving Aaron took the wheel. I grew bored with playing I spy with my little eye, and began braiding Aaron’s long tresses.

Aaron still remained trained on the road, nodding his head to the sounds of radio. I didn’t catch onto the lyrics, I was too uncomfortable and cold. We’d only spent six hours and thirty-four minutes in the car. I couldn’t take it. It wasn’t worth it. Why couldn’t we just fly?

“I’m gonna go change.” I’d announced before squeezing my way to the back of his car. I remembered that task being a lot easy as a kid.

“Can you hand me my jacket my grey fleece jacket, it’s in your bag.” He seemed pleased with himself. He’d mood had brightened up considerably since we left Joburg and my new car behind.

“You could find space in my bag?” I asked handing him the thick jacket before I taking off my sad excuse of a tank-top. My short denims were next. In hind-site I should have watched the weather, Joburg might have been seething in heat but the rest of this country was pouring.

“I’m a man of many talents. Tiger, were you wearing those under your clothes for the entire trip?” You had to have been deaf not to hear the sudden change in his tone. It brought me great pride knowing I’d surprised him.

“Keep your eyes on the road.” I smirked. Victoria Secret, Wonderbra and I were going to be friends for a very long time. He cleared his throat as I searched for something remotely warm to wear. Nothing.

Aaron had announced a bit late in our trip that his hometown wasn’t the warmest place in the country, thanks to the cold Bengula current flowing past it. He described it as wet and windy but the perfect place for cuddles and wine-making.

“Well, it’s pretty hard when you’re half naked. Tiger, please get dressed before we crash.” He begged. I could see his hands tightening on the wheel. White knuckles equals frustration. Score.

“Well if someone had told me how cold it was and how far Hermanus was. We wouldn’t be in this situation would we?” I huffed as I found another polar fleece in Aaron’s bag. A bit big, but with the one pair of sweat pants I had, I’d be warm.

“Thati, if you don’t put on clothes right now, I’m going to pull over. And I don’t want to get fined for public indecency by the Metro cops.” His words brought a great thrill up my spine.

I’d pulled on the fleece and the sweatpants. Taking my seat next to our little frustrated Aaron, I smiled happily, pecking on his cheek.

“We’ll be stopping in Beaufort West in a few.” He announced whilst placing his hand on my thigh. His hand massaged my thigh steadily while keeping his other hand on the wheel. He looked so at ease with himself. While I on the other hand was trying very hard to bit back a moan and not soak myself.

And finally we landed in the little town of Beaufort West. One shopping complex, two churched, three petrol station and three schools; a pre-school, primary school and a high school. Talk about small towns. Only the street lights were on, it was eerie.

Aaron expected us to sleep in a BnB called; Lekker Lế. I had no qualms with the Afrikaans name, insisting we’d have a lovely rest here, but I did have qualms with the interior of the reception. f*****g Boerer central. From the impala kill handing on the wall, to the Afrikaans music playing in the background. And on the mantel, right behind the front desk hung the old South African flag, the Aparthied flag. What the f**k Aaron. Although the new South Africa flag hung right on the other side of the room, this orange material brought bile up my stomach.

“Aaron, I can’t be the only one noticing the f*****g a*******d flag!” I whispered harshly as Aaron rung the front desk bell.

“We can all see, how about we try ignore it.” He tapped the bell more impatiently this time.

“Ignore it! That is the flag of the oppression. Do you realise what that flag represents to my people?” I was ready to give him a full black South African history lesson when an old Tantie walked out the back door.

She had a sweet round face and peroxide blonde hair coiled between eighties style rollers like all Afrikaans old women do. “Goeie nag julle! Is jy Meneer Grey?”

Apparently she could only speak in Afrikaans. Of course she can. And after an elongated exchange between her and Aaron. She finally gave Aaron a single key and gave me a friendly smile before bidding us a good night.

“I’m not sleeping here.” I announced while unloading the car.

“Thati, don’t be ridiculous. That flag doesn’t mean anything.- “

“To you it doesn’t. “

“Thati, you weren’t even here during Aparthied, from what you told me. Your parents sent you to private school in Zimbabwe throughout your entire school career. That flag should mean as little to you as it does to me.“

He had me there. “It just doesn’t make me comfortable.”

“Listen Tiger, I get it. If it makes you feel any better, we’ll leave as early as we can tomorrow. Or you could spend the night in the car, but I’d miss you,” He pecked my cheek. “And I promise, if we find anymore Aparthied memorabilia in our room, we’ll drive the entire night until we get to the farm. That sound like a deal?”

I swallowed the small ounce of Freedom fighter I still hand within me and agreed. But the room was nothing like reception area. The room smelt of wild lavender with a warm feel to it. Leathers and wooden floor have never felt this good. My plan was simple; shower then sleep.

But from the moment I slipped out the shower into my silk nightgown, Aaron could not keep his hungry eyes off of me. I relished in it, allowing my hips to sway just a little more the usual. Hearing his frustrated groans brought a smile across my face. But soon the smile died down when Aaron tugged my arm pressing me between a wall and his chiselled naked torso.

“You’re teasing.” His words were a warning but his tone was gruff. My n*****s immediately tighten against the silk. I cleared my throat as warm pressure settled in my stomach.

“No, I’m not. I was walking to bed.” I wriggled against his hard chest. My breath hiked as my chest grazed his. He chuckled in response as he wrapped my legs around his burly waist, nestling his hips into mine. And I’m wet.

“Don’t tease tigre, the first time I take you should be special. Not in some ancient BnB.” He placed hot open mouthed kisses against my collar bone and along the column of my neck. Aaron’s body heat had me feeling warmer than ever. And the smell of his musky scent against his tan skin had me writhing. “Eu vou ter você se contorcendo debaixo de mim com o desejo.”

Whatever he said had the pressure in my stomach heavy. “f**k it.” I muttered under my breath as I tugged his hair. Fiercely kissing the teasing man. He welcomed the embrace, as his tongue met mine in a heated frenzy. I could hear the blood surging through me just as loud as I could hear the electricity in the air.

“Chamando meu nome.” His warm hands caressing the length of my body before cupping my heavy breasts, his thumbs pressed against my hardened n*****s. My moans were swallowed by the smooth strokes of his tongue against mine. He bit my lower lip, I whimpered at the sweet mix of pain and an abundance of pleasure. Did we shave?

The fact that I did not know the answer to the question had me scared shitless. How could I remember the sexy underwear but forget to shave. Aaron sensed my hesitation. Pecking my lips tenderly before placing me onto the cool wooden floor. I quickly faked a yawn, earning a low chuckle from the sexy devil.

“I think it’s time for bed.” His words were still sultry.

“No, I just need like 10 minutes and then I’ll be set.”

He laughed, the rumble vibrated to the most sensitive parts of my body. f**k he’s sexy. Pecking my forehead. “Tigre, after those 10 minutes, I’ll be keeping you up throughout most of the night. You wouldn’t be able to keep up,” He winked, his now blue eyes glistening. “Go sleep. I need to take a cold shower.”

I huffed, knowing I’d already lost. Damn it! Next time shave. “Fine, don’t masturbate for too long. We still have 500km tomorrow. “

He roared with laughter before heading towards the bathroom. I was just – if not more – frustrated with this situation. And the image of a naked Aaron in the next room wasn’t doing me any favours. Thankfully as soon as I placed my head on the pillow I was out.

You know that weird feeling you get when someone’s watching you? Yeah, Aaron was watching me with a look of endearment. Those one that make you think, he’s thinking about something that’s actually important.

“Hey, it’s Mr Masturbation.” I greeted groggily, avoiding the awkwardness associated with that look.

He chuckled light heartedly. “You know if you keep looking at me like that, I might just think you’re a stalker.” I bit my lip. I felt as though I was under inspection and his eyes were seeing right through me.

“Sorry, I was just wondering, “ He hesitated a little, running a hand through his hair. The return of nervous Aaron. “I wanted to use you as my muse for my next artwork.”

I thought he was joking, I genuine thought he was joking. So when I began to laugh and his face fell a bit, I realized just how sincere he was being. Damage control! I cupped his cheeks bringing his face to mine.

“You’re being serious?” He nodded in response. “I’m so sorry babe. I just thought – No, I’m sorry I have no idea what I thought. I’d love to, I really would. “I necked at his lips ever so slightly making sure he wouldn’t get repulsed by my morning breath. “I’m sorry I laughed, I was just surprised. People don’t usually ask me to do stuff like that. It usually like, can you get me a job or like can you cook me Pap.-“

Thankfully Aaron grew tired of my senseless babbling and shut me up with a smooch. “I get it. Now let’s get out of here. We’ve still got five more hours to go.”

And finally after five hours of bickering over who gets to play Dj Roadtrip, the coastal town of Hermanus was in sight. Wikipedia described the small coastal town as a retirement town. I didn’t make a fussy, the clear blue ocean was in sight and I’d felt a wave of serenity was over me. Until Aaron kept driving.

“Wait- Aaron babe, the beach is the other way.” I said still pointing at the clear waters crashing onto the white sands.

“Yes, but the vineyard is this way,” He motioned towards the road. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the beach.”

I kept mum as we reached the outskirts of the small town. The vineyard surrounded by lush mountains curtesy of the valley that allow the Ourusrivier to travel through it. We pulled over to a grand white bricked fence. The high white walls against a black iron gate had me feeling that Aaron omitted a lot about the vineyard. The words; Willow Wine Village, stood bold in black iron letter against the white walls. Oh my god. Remember omission is not a lie. Omission is not a lie.

“Oh my God.” I muttered under my breath as we drove through the well-manicured front lawn. Only to have my breath taken away by the cottage. A classic red bricked house with white window panels. The house was minute compared the abundance of land on the property but it was homey, a lot more homey and anything my family owned.

Although it was still pouring the house gleamed with it antiquity. And the interior was just a warm, and welcoming. Wooden floors and a flora scent encompassed each room. Natural neutral coloured furniture with a hint of leather in the air. And with the view from our room I fell in love with the house, a fields and field of green grape vines, against the picturesque mountain range and river flowing as a backdrop.

“You like it?” I could hear the relief in Aaron’s words, I creased my brow.

“Don’t look so shocked Aaron,” I playfully nudged him with my hips, but he still seemed off.

“I thought you’d hate it cause, there minimal signal her and you’re a princess. I thought you were expecting something grand and this is pretty plain.”

“Com’on, you of all people know how unprincess-like I am. “ I cupped his face, pecking his lips tenderly, “Now, this newly reformed peasant has to go take a shower. I’ll join you downstairs for dinner soon.”

“Is it your turn to masturbate now?”

I laughed as I rolled my eyes. “Yes, it’s long overdue.”

This time I was ready. My shower was brief, the scolding hot water took any tiredness I had, away. I’d shaven this time and felt as silky as ever. I had a plan, wear classic black undergarments under Aaron’s old shirt. But my plan had fallen short when I exited the room only to be greeted by a dark house. Only a low glow from downstairs could be seen. I followed the glow.

“Aaron?” My eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light as I tentatively descended the stairs. I released a sigh of relief when I made it down the stairs safely. Aaron needed to remind me where all the light switches were. But there was no answer only the glow emitted from the fire in the stone fireplace.

I smiled as I approached the site. A pillow and blanket fort arranged messily with bottle of wine, a plate of oysters and strawberries in chocolate on either side of the wine. The two wine glasses rested against the large white cushions. I heard the sliding door open behind me.

Aaron was soaked holding a makeshift bouquet of flowers in his hands. He smiled sheepishly. “Your showers are usually a lot longer.”

“Is this all for me?” I gestured towards the pillow fort.

And for the first time ever; Aaron blushed. He blushed a light pink and it made me feel warm. I stalked towards him, before looping my arms around his neck.

“I realised that I hadn’t done anything romantic for you, since we started dating so I thought I’d give it a try. “ He shrugged.

“It’s perfect.” I stood on my toes, gently pecking his lips. “Now please can we go eat I’m starved.”

“Lead the way.” He chuckled.

I’d grown to enjoy straddling Aaron’s lap, and he didn’t complain which must have meant he liked it just as much. With him between my legs and the rain pouring outside, it was an ideal way to spend a Friday night.

“You know everything here is an aphrodisiac? What are you getting at Mister?” I spoke took a sip of my wine a warm buzzing sensation ran through my body.

He licked his lips as he cupped my hips. “I don’t need to use food to get you wet for me tigre.”

I rested my head in the crook of his neck as his fingers found the hem of my shirt. “Don’t say that, my little princess ears as not used your crudity.”

He laughed. I’d decided to playfully plant butterfly kisses on his neck, he groaned deep in his throat as his cool fingers found the waist band of my underwear.

“Lace? f*****g hell. Você está me matando aqu tigre.” He spoke in a husky tone as his hands cupped my bottom , squeezing each cheek lightly.

My breath hiked as the fire crackled behind me. “What language is that?”

He grinned mischievously as his fingers run up the length of my spine, stopping at my bra strap. “Portuguese. “ He said as he simply unclasped my bra. My breast felt heavy as my nubs tighten against the cool air.

“We’d you learn it from?” I asked as he peeled off my shirt. His eyes were dark with intent, as my nubs hardened.

“My mom.” His movements were slow, he brushed off each bra strap before letting it fall off my body. It had to be one of the most sensual things I’d ever seen. He sat staring at my chest before he lazily ran a finger down the valley of my breast, I felt my breath shorted at the feel of his cool fingers.

“She’s Portuguese?” I questioned breathlessly as I lifted his shirt above his head. I ran my fingers down his hard chest, allowing my fingers to trace the detailed tattoo on his shoulder.

“Yeah, and my sperm donor was Finnish.” His hands cupped my breast, his thumb pressed against each nub lightly. A bliss erupted from n*****s throughout my entire body as my breath caught in my throat. Slowly Aaron brought his lips towards my collar bone. His thumbs rubbing circles over the nubs. But when his fingers began to toy with my sensitive n*****s, I’d grown weak with desire.

“Aaron.” Grasping onto his forearm as he began planting kisses down towards my chest. Jutting my chest towards his lips as wetness pooled between my thighs and my clit began to pulsate.

“Apenas um gosto.” He whispered as he caught one of my aching n*****s into his wet mouth. My head fell back, the pleasure surging through my body had me feeling frail.

He sucked hard on n****e, grazing it with his teeth. The simple action had my hips grinding against his. He moved to the other n****e, lapping as teasing as though the entire ordeal wasn’t new to him. He places me back against the soft pillows, pressing his lips against mine as his hard naked chest brushed against mine.

His lips were fiercely seeking mine as his tongue mimicked the strokes of his hips colliding into me. I could feel my wetness seeping through my underwear. The sweet taste of his tongue had me hypnotized. His fingers found the waistband of my undies. One of his fingers grazed my wet silt, gently nudging my throbbing clit.

“c*****o molhado tigre.” I could only whimpered in response as. His fingers reached for the waistband of my undies.

And then a phone rang.

“Ignore it.” He ordered before returning to his extraction. But the device kept on ringing and it wasn’t mine nor was it his.

“I would if it one of your phones but it’s not.” I gently pushed him off of me.

“Fine.” He huffed impatiently.

Aaron spoke on the phone for a lot longer than I anticipated soon the wave of hormones were gone and replaced with a need for sleep. And when I was half sleep, I felt a warm arm wrap itself around me.

“Everything okay?” I couldn’t make out Aaron’s dark expression in the bad light.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Sleep tight Tiger.” He peaked my forehead, before settling his head on my chest.

“Night babe.”