The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... good weather, we arrived 3 weeks later, leaving the cold winter weather behind us, to a hot and humid West coast of Africa. We approached the Niger Delta with the offshore winds casting new scents and smells towards us making us shiver with the excitement of anticipation. We were very eager to disembark.

We were greeted by our guide John Beecham, a deeply tanned, rugged and capable looking man in his fifties who had been engaged by the incumbent missionary and his wife. He was a long-practised hunter and explorer who had lived in Africa for over thirty years. We had been assured we were in the good hands of someone who knew the country extremely well. He had organised for us to join a riverboat taking a group of big game hunters who were also travelling up river to a point of the river where we were to disembark together, and then travelling together for around a further 50 miles where we were to separate and go our different ways, they onward to who knows where, us a further 100 miles Easterly. The point where we were to disembark from the riverboat was the meeting point for the bulk of the baggage bearers, who had gone on ahead of us.

At the port of our arrival, we stayed in local accommodation while the final stores and provisions were sourced and gathered together for the coming journey. After less than a week we were almost ready, the riverboat, which was surprisingly large, was ready for us to embark the following morning.

A beautiful early morning greeted ...

... us, ready to catch the tide to take us up river. With high spirits we boarded and made ourselves comfortable in our cabin prior to casting off from the wharf.

The shallow draft riverboat would take us upriver to a point where rapids would prevent further progress, and from which we then would travel by oxen cart inland 150 miles North Eastward, to an area a further surrounded by remote villages.

The journey upriver took two full weeks, mooring each night to avoid any dangerous rocks. The trek by oxen cart, another ten to twelve days. My wife Florence and I were both eager to start our work, but we were so enthralled by the novel scenery of the land, the exotic smells and its animals to notice the passage of time. Florence in particular, was thrilled by the sight, sounds and smells of everything. I took great pleasure marvelling at her excitement and enthusiasm of the adventure we were travelling on. I was a lucky man to have married her. She was indeed pretty and had been courted by many suitors hoping to marry her. I felt exceptionally fortunate that she had feelings for me as I had little to offer, being a simple clergyman with a small income albeit with an annuity from my businessman father.

Our guide I think, was smitten by her good looks, and she only had to ask for anything and he was pleased to oblige, ardent as a lovestruck adolescent, and only to be rewarded by her smile. I had noticed this behaviour from lots of men before. If she hadn't decided to become a ...