Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... splendid mosque. It was a busy crowded road and the traffic movement slow. Fortunately the vehicle also had functioning air con which kept us comfortable. At one point we drove to a halt because of two large vehicles meeting head on in the road and it was a stalemate with neither lorry able to manoeuvre. The temptation to get out and walk was contradicted by Kemo who insisted that it wasn’t a good idea and that we should stay in the car until we cleared the bustle of the crowds. Jayne and I attracted some attention and there were very few white people about in the area passing the mosque. Once through the jam we negotiated wider roads, albeit in poor condition but it was less congested. I’d asked Kemo to take us to the residential areas away from the slum side of town and to where we could find bars, restaurants and other hotels. Once away from the centre of the capital and into the mountain area surrounding the city and adjacent coves the area took on more of a resort landscape. It’s very idyllic. We passed a number of armed military police in groups. Kemo explained that they guarded the affluent areas, particularly the Mayors house which we passed by and was very grand in a colonial style. Also the resorts visited by French, European and Middle Eastern people. We stopped at a beach head with several huts and an open bar area. Again a guard was sat waiting on a chair and as Jayne opened the car door and got out, he leapt up taking over. Kemo said something to him and he ...

... e****ted us into bar. I ordered three Heinekens and we sat in the shade at a table taking in the view of the atoll sea shore. A woman selling sea shells was hushed away by the guard and I commented about always being pestered by beggars’, sellers and bumsters. Kemo pointed out that if you succumbed, they would constantly target you. After we finished the drinks Jayne asked if we could find a more active area and we told Kemo we wanted local bars and nightlife. He drove us to Zonas about another five miles further along the coast. We parked the car and decided to walk around the streets that were mixed with street markets and shops. Jayne immediately took an interest and dutifully I followed. As she was engrossed with a storekeeper over some carving, I asked Kemo if there were issues with security particularly in some areas and especially during night time. He said that it was largely safe but he advised against walking around at night. It had been on my mind all day and I asked him if he knew where I could find a guard or chaperone. I motioned like a boxer and emphasized “big man” using my open arms to demonstrate width and height. I went ridiculously overboard and we both ended up mimicking each other and laughing. It settled down with him nodding and giving it some consideration but just in case I repeated “big big man” nodding to make sure he understood. Kemo got on his phone and made two calls and as we moved along the stalls he spoke to me and said he had a friend who knew a ...