Chapter 10 - The Handover

The walk through the estate to Bhekani's place was thick with a silence that wasn't uncomfortable, but it was heavy. It was the weight of a fantasy shedding its skin and turning into a real thing. Sindiswa's hand went clammy in mine within ten metres.

"Are we really doing this?" she whined.

"Yes."

"Yoh. I can't believe I'm wearing lingerie outside. The cool air keeps swirling up my legs and around my pussy. I can feel it all the way up to my breasts. It's turning me on. I'm wearing a teddy and walking down our street."

"Be glad I'm letting you keep the coat on."

She laughed.

"I like this new you," she said.

"I like this new you too," I confessed.

Her fingers laced through mine. Every so often she'd glance at me, a small nervous smile playing on her mouth, her eyes dark with a mixture of fear and raw, undisguised lust. I squeezed her hand, my own heart hammering against my ribs. This was entirely my idea and I'd surprised her with it. Honestly, I'd surprised myself.

When I was a boy at the sea, I'd drop my towel and run straight into the water. Most people go in slowly, giving themselves time to get used to the cold. Not me. Take the plunge. Get the shock over with. Funny that I'm still using the same method as a grown man.

Bhekani was awake when Sindiswa messaged, and he was delighted by the idea. He said he'd love to meet the husband of such a gorgeous woman. He also mentioned how ready he was for her again. We hurried along the pavement and up the path to his door.

"Are you sure you're sure about this?" Sindiswa asked nervously.

"No. Let's see what happens. Knock."