The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... our belongings and equipment, so we can continue on to our missionary work at the mission."

Florence became a little frantic.

"James, make them stay. Offer them more money or something."

"Darling, we don't have more money, only a letter of credit with a bank in the river delta region in Southern Nigeria"

"Then offer them some of the equipment or stores."

"Beecham, ask them what they want to make them stay." Said the reverend.

Beecham then had walked over to talk to Adam, the porter's leader and asked him in Swahili if there was anything that would change their minds to make them stay.

Adam glanced at Florence before replying in his native tongue.

We Joined Carstairs and Adam, anxious to find out their answer.

Beecham looked sheepish as he answered their questions.

"Er, um he hesitated before revealing that Adam and his men had never seen a blond-haired white woman before and well, quite frankly would stay for an extra day or two if they could see if she was white all over,"

"Oh" was all Florence could say. I was dumbstruck with outrage and anger.

How could this even bear thinking about? Even I had not ever seen her completely naked. Any matrimonial couplings had taken place in darkened rooms clothed in nightwear and under cover of blankets, as was the normal custom in any decent households.

When Florence recovered a little, she managed "I couldn't possible do something like that. It is not something any decent white woman could ...

... consider."

"Out of the question" I shouted, my anger on display to Adam and the rest of the porters.

Beecham repeated my outrage in their native language.

Adam looked at Florence from head to toe leaving no doubt to his lustful thoughts. After a pause he simply said "We go now." Turning to his men and waving his arms in a shooing action and speaking in his native tongue they turned as one and began to walk away.

"Wait, WAIT!" Florence exclaimed. They stopped. "We must do something James! We have a responsibility to bring the word of God to the heathens in this country."

"I forbid it." I said.

"I have to do it; we have no choice! Beecham, tell Adam I will do as he asks later this evening when its dark in front of a low camp fire."

Evening came around, the camp illuminated by the campfire in the clearing in front of the two tents, Adam and his men sat around the clearing in a semi-circle facing the tents, awaiting the appearance of Florence. She emerged from our tent, dressed in her Khaki shirt and culottes, and calf length boots. The porters murmured amongst themselves in anticipation. Florence stood before the fire. Beecham and I stood between the two tents facing the fire behind Florence. Carstairs stood before the opening to his and Beecham's tent. Beecham kept his gun close by.

The flames from the low campfire were casting shadows, hiding her fear and nervousness. She told me later she had wondered "Could she go through with it?" She so desperately wanted to ...