Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... man who was “very large” and that he would make a request to him. During the impromptu shopping I suggested another beer and we stopped outside a street bar while Kemo went in for the drinks. I say a bar, more a hole in the wall with a shed door painted in the Coca-Cola livery. We were scrutinized by the four inside but they seemed friendly enough. It obviously thrilled me the way they studied Jayne without any attempt to be discreet. She ignored it although I mentioned it to her, but she was nonchalant and just smirked. The rest of the day was spent shopping with another stop for a little street kitchen. I was reluctant considering stomach complaints but Jayne tucked into the vegetable stuff and Kemo some pancakes? Then as we were putting Jayne’s bartered purchases in the back of the car Kemos phone rang and he had a short conversation. He cupped the mouth piece in his hand and told me that his friend’s friend would “support” me for 20$. That would be around 3 weeks good wages for a Guinean. I immediately said that it was too expensive. As Kemo went back to the phone, Jayne’s inquisitive nature took over and she asked what was too expensive. For some reason I walked her a little away from the car and was actually whispering when I told her I was trying to arrange a companion to e****t us during the evening. She asked all the impossible questions a woman would ask, who is it, what’s he like, where is he? I said I didn’t know but we’d see. I also told her that I though Kemo ...

... was adding a little to the price for himself and although I didn’t mid that, I wasn’t going to be ripped off especially as I’d paid and fed him. He came back with 15$. I gave a contemplating expression then said we would need to meet him and I asked if it could be arranged. Back on the phone, Kemo said yes and after cutting it off he told us that we could meet him on the way back at the Novotel Ghi hotel in the centre of Conakry. Fode Jayne and I sat in the back holding hands. Both of us full of anticipation but also with the unsure feeling of expectation. We chatted to Kemo during the drive and frustratingly as we neared the city centre we became stuck in the traffic melee again. We moved a car length at a time and I needed the lavatory to put a mundane top on it. Eventually we reached the hotel on the Rue du Commerce. It’s quite a grubby place and I thought at the time that I was glad I hadn’t book in there. Despite that it later served a purpose. We all went into the lounge and I disappeared off to the lavatory, another stimulating experience. When I returned Jayne and Kemo were sat on rattan chairs in the veranda. Jayne had a glass of wine and had sensibly ordered me a large beer in a pint glass. Clearly the Novotel wasn’t all bad ! Sitting down and taking a refreshing drink, I asked Kemo what time was the guy arriving. He laughed and said any time which really meant half way through the second pint. Jayne had paid a trip to the lady’s room and came back with a little more ...