The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... missionary settlement. "An hour perhaps of travelling, no more."

"Where have all the porters gone" I asked. They had left completely and comprehensively without a sound.

"They would feel they have completed their task, being so close. They will have returned to their village.

"Don't they want to be paid?"

"They already have been. I had to pay their chief in advance in case we came to any misadventure along the way."

"We shall remain in camp for the rest of the day. My wife couldn't possibly travel in her condition. You must travel to the mission alone in the morning, and bring back some men to carry the supplies and equipment.

Florence slept for the rest of the day. She must have been utterly exhausted and she still looked very fragile.

"I must bathe" she told me rising from the cot on unsteady feet. "I feel as if I haven't bathed for months."

There was a stream nearby, feeding the main river, and I suggested she bathe in the stream. I told Beecham and Carstairs we were going to the stream but we would not be too long. She held my arm and leaned on me as we made our way to a rock pool along the edge of the fast-flowing stream. When we reached the rockpool, she slipped her robe from her shoulders and handed it to me. She looked dishevelled and grubby, with dried semen stains down her legs. She was still a wonderfully beautiful site as she waded out further into the pool.

"Oh! its freezing!" she exclaimed. I didn't expect it to be so cold." Standing ...

... knee deep in the water. I passed her, her wash things which she laid on a rock.

"Pass me the jug."

I passed it to her, and she filled it with the sparkling clear water and poured it over her head sending water cascading down her chest causing her to cry out a squeal of delight. It also brought her nipples to immediate attention. He lithe body glistening with water brought to mind a vision of a water nymph.

She began to lather her body all over paying particular attention to between her legs. I presumed at first to rid her body of all the sperm which had been deposited inside her but judging by the look of pleasure beginning to appear in her smile I realised it was a smile of self-gratification. How Africa had changed her in only a few days.

Thoroughly cleansed and sated she stepped from the water looking completely at ease with life.

We walked hand in hand back to our camp where we found Beecham and Carstairs waiting for us.

"Time for the promised reward for our silence." Beecham demanded awkwardly. "Before we go into the mission village."

"Both of you?" Florence said light heartedly.

"Yes" they both replied together.

"Well alright." Florence agreed. "The sooner we do this, the sooner we will be installed at the mission." She turned to walk to the tent, paused and said "It's too warm and dark in the tent. Shall we do it here outside?" I should also like my husband to be present at all times" She smile sweetly at me.

She knew goddamit. She knew how ...