Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... offered hers. He took it and the clutch was enough to stir me. Her soft vogue white hand held by his big black grasp, then the lingering hold by her, ending with the tracing of her fingers and painted red nails over the ridge of his thick forefinger as they broke. I knew instantly that a connection had been made, certainly in Jayne’s mind. I picked up my cold beer and about to take a drink, looked at her and said okay? She replied as though in consideration.”…. Yes….” In no time it was obvious that Fode spoke little English but he could manage French. That was an alluring feature I later discovered. Kemo interoperated although Jayne interacted and made a real effort to communicate with him. I marvelled at him to be quite truthful. His physical size was astounding. I know that’s what I’d asked and stressed for but I hadn’t imagined we would find a man that outlandish so quickly and seemingly effortlessly. Later, we discovered that he’s 26 years old and has worked as a soldier, building worker and now as a casual labourer for the port authority. The situation was calling for some form of arrangement that would give me the opportunity to steer things toward an intimacy between him and my wife. I could feel the static atmosphere between me and Jayne but I was mindful that timing and manner and place was everything. I told Kemo that Jayne and I wanted to go out into Conakry that night to a restaurant and perhaps a local bar. There is a French dominated area mixed with some ...

... Lebanese places that are policed and largely westernized and they are within a comfortable drive of our hotel. Kemo suggested that we should enjoy that area and stay clear of the centre during the evening. It was going through my mind, how do I split Kemo up from Jayne, Fode and me. It was clear that Kemo had adopted himself as our driver and the prospect of free food and drinks would be a difficult bonus to give up easily, certainly without me being rude to him. What’s more I needed him in lieu of finding another driver and local knowledge. The solution was 10$ I asked if Fode could meet us later that evening and Kemo translated. I suggested that Kemo could collect him on the way and that we would like to visit a sea front restaurant later about 8.00. I got up to go through to the un manned bar relying on him to follow which fortunately he did. The waiter dashed in to help and I ordered another round of drinks then I told Kemo passing him a 10$ note, that he did not have to stay with us later, simply collect and drop us off as tonight we didn’t have any plans and we wished to do as we pleased. I added that Fode could arrange a taxi later on in the evening but he could collect us at the hotel the following morning about 11.00. Without fuss he accepted the cash and obligingly agreed. As I walked back to the veranda Jayne was sat crossed legged with almost her full thigh purposely on show for Fode. Her sandal was dangling from her toes and she was swinging it playfully. She was also ...