Adventures Of Bob - Part Six - Mary Of Mombasa - Sex Stories

Adventures Of Bob - Part Six - Mary Of Mombasa

Bob had been in Africa for several months. Travelling by land in Africa is hard and takes it out of you in spades; he was tired and jaded. And Bob was also fucking horny. He hadn't had a sniff of a woman for over two months and had almost forgotten how good the feel and taste of a woman's pussy is. It was something that he would have to rectify post haste.

A few days later, Bob was in Mtwapa, about ten klicks north of Mombasa. He had been to Mombasa before and had no interest in staying there, so, arriving at the airport early in the morning, he jumped into a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Mtwapa. Although Bob had not been there before, he knew this small town was close to Bamburi Beach. He had considered staying at the beach but decided against it. He preferred the hustle and bustle of an authentic African township.

He asked the taxi driver to drop him near the Catholic Church. He had heard that renting a fully furnished apartment around this area was possible for little money. He was travelling light with a rucksack and another small bag where he kept his camera, etc. His money and passport were safely strapped to his leg.

When he got to the church, he paid for the taxi and started to look around. Within five minutes, he had found what he wanted. The first apartment he checked out was too small and gloomy for Bob's liking, so he declined. The security guy at the gate told him there was a new block of apartments yards away down the same track. He walked a ...

... short distance and found the compound with the new building.

He knocked, and the guard opened the gate and went to fetch the Italian owner after Bob explained what he was looking for. Yes, the Italian told him he had a two-bedroom apartment, and if he liked it and wanted to stay, he would lock the second bedroom and give him a special price for a stay of one week, which is the time he had in Kenya. The price he quoted was cheap. Bob inspected the flat, which was large and airy, and took it at once, paying the Italian the full week's rent in advance.

Bob had not had much shut-eye over the previous twenty-four hours, so he got his head down for a few hours.

He awoke in the early afternoon. After his nap, Bob felt rested, refreshed and ready to explore. And hungry. He asked the gateman where the best café was in Mtwapa. The man recommended a place only five minutes away, and Bob walked there and quickly found it. He ordered some food and a Tusker beer to wash it down. The food was excellent, and the beer was like nectar. He was one happy dude. It was good to be alive. All he wanted now was some nice pussy, and everything would be perfect.

Bob made his way down to the main road that bisects Mtwapa. It was also the main Mombasa to Malindi highway, so there was a constant stream of vehicles travelling in both directions. Bob decided to use a matatu, Kenya's most ubiquitous form of transportation. They are just minibuses and squeeze in as many passengers as possible. So, ...