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

Adventures Of Bob - Part Six - Mary Of Mombasa

... using one gets you up close and personal with local Kenyans. They are not very safe, usually driven at speed by kamikaze maniacs, but they are a lot of fun. And they are dirt cheap.

Bob climbed aboard one that didn't look overloaded and asked to be dropped at Bamburi. The trip took only about fifteen minutes. The highway is a short distance from the beach, so Bob had a rather dusty walk down a track to get there. But minutes later, he emerged onto the long strip of golden sands, Bamburi Beach.

He thought, 'Hello, Bamburi, it's good to see you again.' He had last visited Bamburi a few years before when he had spent a lazy week just drinking, eating and playing with African girls. It was paradise soon to be turned into hell by a terrorist attack, and for several years, travel to the beaches of Mombasa was a risky business.

Bob started walking down the beach. He was immediately the target of hordes of beach vendors. They were trying to sell him everything under the sun, from drugs to beer, snacks to their sisters (which might be interesting!) and everything else in between. Bob spouted the usual mantra like a prayer.

'Jambo. No, thank-you.'

'Jambo. Maybe later.'

At this point, he saw the girl splashing around in the surf.

Dressed simply in denim cutoffs and a yellow and silver sleeveless top, which tightly hugged her body and showed off an hourglass figure for which most women would die, she carried nothing else but her sandals.

She smiled at him, and he ...

... smiled back. He now could see her teeth were pearly white but quite crooked. Her skin was very dark and gleamed with good health.

‘Jambo. Where are you going?'

'Jambo,' she replied, 'I go with you'.

Bob could hardly believe his ears. He had been on the beach for five minutes and propositioned already. He knew that Bamburi Beach attracted many girls from far and wide looking to hook up with tourists, and he had been propositioned many times during his last visit.

He asked her name, Mary, and told her he was Bob. She said that she was a hair stylist in Mtwapa (all of the independent working girls in Kenya seem to be hairdressers), and it was her day off. He asked if he might take her photo, and she posed for some pictures.

He asked her how old she was, and she replied twenty, which looked about right. He asked her if she wanted to have fun with him in his apartment, and she said yes, no problem. He then asked her how much she wanted, and she replied that it was up to him, but when Bob pressed her for a figure, she returned with a derisory figure. She was not a pro.

The Bamburi Beach Hotel was nearby, and they got a taxi back to Bob's place. On arrival at the compound, Mary had to leave her ID with the gateman, who also acted as security.

Then they were in the room. Bob had asked the gateman to send a boy for beer and crisps (chips), and until it arrived, Bob kept his hands to himself because he knew there would be no stopping once he started lovemaking with ...