Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... girls. Jayne certainly didn’t look out of place as most of the women wore modern western clothes. It did remind me of the poverty gap, more so when we saw BMW’s, Mercs and a Range Rover sport parked on the roadside as two young men pushed a hand cart loaded with old tyres past. A waiter arrived and we ordered drinks in a civilized manner, again in contrast to the local people who had little in the way of modern luxuries. Regardless, I was thirsty and when he brought my glass of larger, I quaffed it and requested another before he left the table. I took the liberty and ordered two, one on behalf of Fode who I assumed would need a drink once he took a look at what Jayne was offering him. She sat resisting the temptation to cross her legs as her hem would have ridden up revealing her stocking top. I was enjoying it and at that moment it hadn’t been noticed by others in the restaurant. I asked her if she was going to let Fode see her stocking tops and I inched around on my chair so that when he arrived he would be afforded a reasonably private view. Her skirt Just, and I do mean just covered that darkening band as she sat knees together. The slightest lifting rode the material past in a most alluring and fascinating manner. I was into my second drink when Jayne told me she thought Kemo was back with the car so I turned to look. He was and Fode got out. He was much bigger than the guard who initially addressed him quite bravely I thought but he must have realized that this was ...

... the guest Kemo had explained was joining us. They let him through and I waved with a modest rising of my hand, allowing him to see us. I turned to Jayne with the intention of saying something to prompt her but she was ahead of me. She was in her purse and had taken out one of her brown 120 cigarettes. Jayne only smoked Mores and they added hugely to the ambience and despite being an avid anti smoker especially in pubs and restaurants, I would be a gross liar if I said I wasn’t transfixed as she placed the cigarette to her lips and lit it. As Fode Approached us her timing was nothing short of perfect. I watched him come to a halt at the table and experience a double take ! The tip of Jayne’s cigarette glowed deep orange in the half light and as she removed it from her lips exhaling the blue smoke into the air in a slow conscious manner, she simply crossed her legs and smiled. There was an obvious awkward silence as he stood gawping at her but I intervened, picking up his beer and passing him it. I invited him to sit down and went straight into a conversation about food. Fode was polite and tried to follow the conversation but he kept turning to look at Jayne who continued to stare directly at him with that sultry smile of hers. She took another precise and deliberate puff of her cigarette, turned her head to one side to expel the smoke then said “I’m starving Fode, what do you want to eat” If my glass had been full I would have spilled my drink because I was shaking so much with ...