Faded Pictures

His hands and legs were tied to both ends of the bench respectively where he lay, and his trouser pulled down below his waist. He lay sedately, apparently oblivious of the world around him. She poured a liquid substance on her palms and began to caress his genital. With no sign of input or resistance from him, she continued until full erection was achieved. She raised the front of her gown up to her waist, crossed over him like a bridge with him positioned between her legs like the river. She held his erected genital and slowly inserted it deep into her.
Holding the edge of the bench above his shoulders with both hands, she began to move her waist slowly up and down. Within seconds, she increased her tempo. About eight minutes later, she began to jerk like one under the influence of electricity and then came to a halt; then gently disengaged.
She untied him, covered her head to the face with the veil that was hanging on her shoulders, and in consonance with the erratic rhythm of the weather she vanished into the night drenched in rain.
Naomi saw it. The lightening helped immensely. She stood still, shocked by the actions of the woman all dressed in black, and her ability in perfectly concealing her face all through the duration of the drama.
Her legs were unwilling to carry her to the room as she dragged on. The thought of putting a call across to Rita didn’t go down well with her as she walked back to the room still thinking it must be a dream.
Sleep eluded her. Like a tape on permanent repeat button, the event played itself in her mind repeatedly and invoked a binary of emotion. She enjoyed the feeling when her mind makes a personality exchange and gave her the lead role. This is the craziest thing she has ever seen in her entire life and unfortunately, one she may never share with anyone.
Stories of men who have sexual intercourse with female destitute and lunatics abound all over the country. However, never has it been told of a woman going to an insane man.
Her resolve to keep what she saw to herself was resolute. Nevertheless, as fear waned and gradually ushered back some modicum of confidence, her appetite for a repeat of what she had seen grew and overpowered the tepid disdain she once felt.
After four hours of battling insomnia, she slept off but wandered to the backyard in her dreams. Jo was calmly seated on the bench. He beckoned on her to join him; beaming an irresistible smile at her. She sat next to him feeling shy in anticipation of a touch. The fear she once had has left her and now she was somewhat feeling ready to tangle.
Jo didn’t say a word. He wanted her too and the look in his eyes said it all. Like one possessed, she began to remove her cloth from the blue t-shirt to her favorite sky-blue jean that displayed her curves. With nothing underneath, she stood before him the same way she came out of her mother’s womb: stark naked.
“What are you doing?” a voice asked.
She turned to meet Rita standing behind her.
“Naomi, wake up!” Rita called, more audibly.
Suddenly, the realization that she had been having a wet-dream’ downed on her and slowly she opened her eyes. The sun-ray from the window made her close her eyes as soon as she let them opened but she had caught the image of Rita standing in the room.
“Who have you been with?” Rita asked.
The question jolted her. She was half-nude and her fingers were inside her midsection. A pillow was trapped in-between her legs, and without being told, she knew what she has been caught doing.
She stood up,