Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... little assistance from the airport staff. Thankfully once the endurance of security and check in, then security again we were finally in the departure lounge. I felt as though I’d been awake for 24 hours, not entirely far from the truth. Jayne looked great in contrast. She’s made some effort too with a tight floral dress, modest heels and subtle but precise makeup. Her effect was finished with a pair of large dark sunglasses and an often blank vogue expression as she surveyed the lounge and people within. It was quite obviously full of black men and woman taking the flight to Conakry and then on to Freetown, Sierra Leone. Not many Caucasians. Irritatingly, there was no bar or cafeteria only a few extortionate drinks machines but I bit the bullet and bought two latte’s. When boarding was announced there was no orderly queue but an exodus of nationals seemingly desperate to get on the plane. We waited, typically British and in due course we were directed left into the airbus and seats with extra leg room, as requested at check in. Result ! Jayne suggested that I should have paid for business class seats but at 1k return each it had seemed expensive. Little did I know !! The flight was long and arduous but I was so tired that I did sl**p for about three hours. We held hands and dosed then towards the end of the flight we chatted and prepared for the arrival. Jayne had noticed a big African guy getting up to use the bathroom whilst I’d been sl**ping and she pointed him out to ...

... me during the rush to use it again once the captain had announced the decent and seatbelts on, which infuriated me. He was massive though, fitting all the criteria and I asked her if he was the sort of thing she had in mind. She was resting her arm on the seat rest supporting her chin with her fingers and she turned to me and said “Oh Yeah” Exhilaration is not the word and I knew that I’d at least have to give it a go to engage him in some form of conversation or something. Unfortunately it wasn’t to be as in the bustle of landing and exiting the aircraft he disappeared but I had a refreshed idea of the parameters. Conakry We endured immigration and then heat as we left the airport building. I’d cleverly decided on one suitcase to foil the bumsters and airport staff who are insistent and carrying bags for a fee. Jayne handled the hand luggage and we made our way to main road that was lined with taxi’s. I opted for a half decent vehicle and asked the driver if he knew the Camayenne Hotel. He claimed he did and then we haggled the price in US Dollars starting at 15$ (ha ha) it ended at 3$ . Conakry has a huge French influence and it’s a much more cosmo city than Banjul. There’s a large Muslim contingency mixed with a European attitude (when it suits) and for the main, French is spoken along with English and the regional Creole dialects. The drive was fascinating as expected and surprisingly the AC in the taxi worked. We arrived at the hotel about 40 minutes after leaving the ...