Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... the olive skinned Middle Eastern girls wouldn’t have been out of place in the night clubs of York or Leeds, wearing European clothes and fashions. A very attractive and shapely black girl was dancing with her friends in a pair of tight shorts, a bra and white lace top stockings and Jayne caught me admiring her and she shook the ice in her empty glass asking me to get her another drink. I laughed and waived to the obliging staff that came immediately to the table. We’d had maybe two more rounds and Jayne was clearly very excited. I knew she was subversively passing signals to Fode because of her “touchy feely” manner with him. Touching his muscular forearms and laughing with him and making little effort to completely cover her nylon tops or avert his view down her cleavage. The penultimate action was when she excused herself for the bathroom. She squeezed past him with her bum so close to him and strutted away. I watched him absorbing her walk and eyeing the heels and seams as she turned the corner toward the bathrooms. Although I’d had a few drinks, I wasn’t d***k but I decided to speed things up a little. My impatience has always been my downfall and I remember thinking that I needed to be subtle. I had to say it twice to Fode that I wanted him to dance with Jayne. He didn’t understand the first time but he eventually understood and was more than amiable. When she came back I immediately noticed that she’d re touched her makeup and the aroma of her fresh perfume wafted over ...

... to me. I wondered if Fode was going to ask her dance but he just politely moved to let her sit down. This irritated me and I was about to say something to Jayne to try and stimulate some more interaction but a familiar sound track overlaid the music and it was a favourite of hers. She said quite animated that she loved this song and she told Fode that she wanted to dance. This track and the performance Jayne gave is always going to be a favourite now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n3OepDn5GU The driving bass line stirred her into action and Jayne stood up grabbing him by his thick wrist and hauling him out of the chair. He allowed her to lead him and she strutted and tottered with the rhythm on the toes of her stilettos and swinging her hips toward the dance floor, turning and clapping her hands together to begin the dance. The base was thumping in a “Boom boom boom” rhythm and she was stomping in perfect time with her arms and shoulders moving in a weaving motion. As Fode joined her she widened her arms and began to shimmy, rolling her shoulders towards and away from him in time to the music. She really let go and it was obvious to see that she was really enjoying herself. Jayne looked superbly confident as she stepped in unison with Fode and gradually her dress began to ride up her thighs giving at first a little glimpse, then a clear view of her stocking welts, stopping at the suspenders. She turned in time with the music and pushed her bum into Fode’s crotch while they ...