Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... makeup and a strong odor of perfume. Kemo noticed it but I pretended not to but she’d definitely stepped up a little. I remember thinking that it was somewhat like going over old ground but I also thought that it could be a waste of time to. I was on the cusp of asking Kemo if he could check the man was actually going to turn up when his phone rang. There was a little chatter and then he got up and walked through back into the reception, out of the doors and disappeared don the stone stairs. Jayne asked me again who it was that was coming and I told her, a chaperon. We would need one if we we’re going out during the evening because Conakry could be unpredictable at night. Jayne asked if it had anything to do with her and after a slight pause I said I thought it could do. Really casually she took a long sip of her wine and glanced toward the reception. I looked and Kemo came back up the steps. Behind him, another man was appearing but he didn’t seem to reach the top of the stairs. From where I was sat t looked as though he was growing out of the ground because he just kept getting taller and bigger and taller and bigger. My head went tight and my chest started to pound as the man came clearly into sight. Once through the reception doors it was clear that he was a huge bloke. Dressed in a tatty Nike Tee shirt and shorts, he towered above Kemo and every step towards us he got larger and wider. Jayne stared expressionless as they approached but I noticed her eyes examining him up ...

... and down from his dusty flip flops to his smooth dark skinned face. I knew then that at some point his black Guinean cock would be inside her Kemo strolled up to us looking down at his mobile phone with a couldn’t care less approach then casually looking around and then back to his phone screen announced “ Fode (pronounce Fodey) will work for you…..15$ US” I was on the ball and asked them to take a seat then I waved for the waiter and invited drinks. Kemo in his accented voice strung a sentence together stating that Fode wanted the 15$ up front. It felt uncomfortable but I was excited if I’m honest and the waiter arrived on cue with his silver tray to collect our glasses and take the order for fresh drinks. Jayne asked for another glass of wine and I ordered a beer. Fode, simply agreed with me when I pointed to the empty pint glass and Kemo politely declined, reiterating as politely as the language barrier could allow, that Fode wanted paying prior to his services. It was plainly obvious that Kemo was negotiating his cut of the 15$ but considering what was presented I agreed and when the drinks arrived, I passed him enough to cover everything. Fode entered into conversation with him and Kemo stood up and walked away from the table settling the bill with the waiter. Although I don’t know what was said, Fode got his 10$ the drinks were paid for and Kemo came out of it alright. Subsequently he introduced us to Fode properly. I shook his hand which was like a Gorillas then Jayne ...