The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... what they asked last night!"

"They say that was to stop them leaving and going back to their villages last night."

"What on earth do they want now?" asked the Reverend Lock.

"They want a repeat performance each evening, the same as last night."

"Tell them I agree "Florence said without hesitation. "I trust we can rely upon your silence on what has happened on this trek Beecham? I want your word you will not speak a word of any of this to anyone in future. Our reputations would be ruined and wouldn't be able to carry on our work here."

"Of course," replied Beecham. "You have my word as a gentleman. I shall let them know."

He spoke to Adam and his men briefly, and they immediately lit up with smiles and began to strike camp.

Travelling all day in the hot and humid conditions, they added another ten miles or so on their journey. It was early evening and time to make camp. The porters quickly set up the two tents for the Reverend, his wife, their servant and the party guide. Soon after a fire was going and the evening meal was being cooked by Carstairs, the servant.

The porters having done their days work sat around in anticipation of the entertainment to come. Some were dressed in ragged shorts and singlets while most were dressed in traditional wrap around skirts and robes.

The reverend, his wife and their guide Beecham sat around the small camp table eating their meal.

"Pour me another glass of wine darling."

Florence didn't normally drink ...

... much, but both I and Beecham suspected it was to bolster her courage of what she was to do later. It wasn't only the black men who were excited about seeing her naked. It was also Beecham and Carstairs whose behaviour was apparent , it also included me. I had been unexplainedly thrilled and excited to see my wife standing as naked as Eve in the Garden of Eden in front of all these men in the wilds of Africa. I poured her a very large glass of wine.

After a third glass, Adam spoke to the guide in his native language incomprehensible to everyone but Beecham except for the one word at the end; "Now." We all knew what was said without having to be interpreted for us. "It's time" Florence said, and walked over to near the campfire. The Bearers gathered close, wide eyed and eager. She started this time by removing her boots, or at least trying to. The walking, the heat and humidity had made her feet and ankles swell so much she couldn't get them off. Beckoning Adam over she indicated to him to pull off her boots reinforcing it with the order spoken out loud in a firm and commanding voice. Whether he understood any of the English she had spoken, she didn't know. But he complied. She sat on a rock and offered him her foot. Facing her and gripping it with both hands, he pulled strongly, so strongly he pulled her off the rock and a foot or two along the ground. This caused her skirt to ride high up her thighs. She knew she should have worn her culottes again but a skirt was so much ...