Spotted: Vera Ezimora’s Ass
June 3, 2010 by 38 Comments
I don’t know what came over me on Sunday, but I was feeling unusually sexy when I woke up that morning. For church, I wore my tightest pencil skirt, a grey skirt. And I matched it up with a black three-quarter sleeve shirt. I was looking hot, if I do say so myself. Although compliments were not the reason I wore this outfit, it did, naturally, feel pretty darn good when I received tons of compliments, even from those in church.
After church, I went for a get-together at an aunt’s house, a gorgeous lady from Cameroon. I call her Mom 2.0. I was there until Aribaba called and said he was on his way to my house. I left Mom 2.0′s house, promising to return, and went back home to meet Aribaba and his friend. I stuffed them with pounded yam and bitterleaf soup. We watched a Ghanaian movie [Kiss Me If You Can]. I don’t know what the title had to do with the movie, but it did have a lot of sex, all of which Aribaba and his friend enjoyed — of course.
After Aribaba and his friend left, I was going to change into something more comfortable, something that didn’t feel like a second skin. However, it was already past 9pm, so I decided to just rush over to Mom 2.0′s house. I walked in there majestically — because, well, I was feeling too hot to be handled. I had my silver four-inch heels on, and I just couldn’t be stopped. I sat down for a while, and then, I went to help myself with a glass of apple juice. It was while I was getting my apple juice that it happened.
Mom 2.0 came up behind me and asked, “Vera, what’s that behind you?”
When I realized what it was, my heart sank. So, the zipper of my very tight pencil skirt had given way and exposed my butt cheeks which had a black lace thong buried between them. I tell you, you could have knocked me over with a feather. So many thoughts ran through my mind:
What I Know:
(i) My zipper did not pop in church
(ii) My zipper did not pop as soon as I got home
What I Don’t Know:
(i) When did this happen?
(ii) How long did I walk around with my ass exposed?
(iii) Did I come into Mom 2.0′s house with my ass exposed?
(iv) Did all the guests at the party take a peek at my verastic bum?
(v) Did Aribaba see my butt cheeks and not tell me?
(vi) Worse, did Aribaba’s friend see my butt cheeks?
(vii) All those smiles I got at Mom 2.0′s house, was it because the people were being friendly, or was it because of what I had - or did not have – behind me?
What I Hope:
(i) My zipper was in tact while Aribaba and his friend were at my house.
(ii) When I entered Mom 2.0′s house, my zipper was still in tact.
(iii) When I sat down at Mom 2.0′s house, my zipper popped.
(iv) When I stood up from the chair, my shirt covered my exposed butt cheeks and Mom 2.0 was the only one who saw them.
What I Fear:
(i) My zipper popped at my house, and Aribaba and his friend were too shy to say anything.
(ii) I walked into Mom 2.0′s house with my ass literally exposed.
(iii) Everyone at Mom 2.0′s house got a sneak peek of what lies beneath (and they didn’t have to pay for it!).
(iv) I’ll never know the truth.
For the rest of the evening at Mom 2.0′s house, I tied a wrapper around my waist. I went from “hot babe” to “who is that village girl with the wrapper?” Way to end a totally sexy day.