The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... vicar's wife, she could easily have married into great fortune on her looks alone.

The caravan consisted of half a dozen teams of oxen and carts. We had only brought a few personal things with us, intending to send for other items in the future, the bulk of the items we carried were needed at the mission and were requested by the incumbent missionary, Josiah Brentwood.

After having travelled along the Niger then branching along the Benue river to a point we must disembark, our trekking party then continued for the North Eastward leg across the heartland. Having already travelled more than 60 miles in the hot and humid conditions since leaving the boat, we were eager to complete our journey. The group of 4 big game hunters had made welcome travelling companions. We saw journeying with accomplished armed men as a fortunate safeguard, but unfortunately, they had left us departing a couple of days earlier to join another hunting party traveling north. That left the Four of us including our servant Carstairs and a dozen native bearers to complement our caravan North.

It had been three weeks of slow trek. "If only we had horses" Florence had mused, "Life would be so much easier." Horses were few and far between here in Nigeria.

Florence had struggled with the heat and humidity at first, especially dressed in European clothes including corset and flannelled underwear, modifying her garb to suit, disposing of some of the heavier items. Now dressed in similar fashion to ...

... the men in khaki shirt but with a silk camisole and culottes and silk underwear, and calf length boots.

Florence had complained to me about the black porters staring at her but I assured her it was only because they had probably never seen a white woman before let alone one who was blond. I told her that I would speak to our guide and that he would instruct the head porter, who I called Adam because I couldn't pronounce his African name.

Carstairs and I called the head porter over and told him that this behaviour must cease. Adam said in his broken pidgin English he would speak to his men. Nevertheless, the stares continued even more.

Over the next two days the native porters were clearly becoming agitated and uneasy about something. Florence asked, first our own guide, who spoke the native language, what it was which was making them fidget so much. He told her it was nothing to be concerned about, however when she asked me if he had told me anything different, I naively confirmed the guide had informed me they were apprehensive about approaching a dangerous tribes' lands.

After we had set up camp the following afternoon, the porters gathered in a group and animatedly pointed and gestured in raised voices, discussing something in their own language.

"What are they talking about?" Florence asked.

"They are about to leave us." replied Beecham. "They say that now the hunters have left we have less guns for protection."

"They can't leave, we need them to carry ...