Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... playing with her almost empty glass and I could see she was feeling reasonably relaxed with the situation. The next glass of wine was accepted with a wry smile and a mouthed “thank you”. It was my intention to entice him and Fode appeared overwhelmingly grateful for the second free drink. Actually, I had the feeling that he was already quite happy to e****t us and earlier at the mention of visiting a restaurant he’d nodded in agreement with Kemo. With a deep drink of the cold Heineken I lent forward to Jayne and mumbled “will you” she turned away and answered flippantly…. “if he will”. Almost immediately my loins tightened and I felt so excited yet hugely relived. It had been almost stressful wondering if we would have the opportunity to indulge. I remember thinking that he must find Jayne appealing as he’d been taking long looks at her. Regardless I’d made up my mind I was going to ask her to make sure he got the right idea early on. After a little more conversation with Kemo assisting in the translation, we found out that he was engaged to a girl named Florence and that he lived close to the Novotel Ghi, the hotel we were in at the moment. He worked on the dock for the port authority most days but it was dependant on shipping so he would do anything in his spare time. During the conversation I noticed Jayne scrutinizing him further. As well as been a mammoth of a man he was quite handsome and bearing in mind he is 19 years her junior, she was being attracted to him more ...

... and more as the time went by, not to mention that the wine was dulling any inhibitions anyway. Fode was laughing in an almost high pitch squeal and speaking in accented English and French which was like a new language but we could make out the jist of what he was saying. Eventually after finishing the drinks I asked Kemo to take us back to our hotel and we confirmed that he would later drop us at the coast and then collect Fode. We all stood up with me offering my hand to help Jayne. Simultaneously, Fode also offered his hand and she took both to help her out of the chair. That was the first comparison of his size to hers. I remember it distinctly, Jayne’s face was about level with his chest and he was nearly twice as wide there. She smiled and looked at me as he turned to allow her past and I gestured for her to go first. At the bottom of the stone steps we waited for Kemo to come with the car then quite un prompted Jayne said goodbye to Fode and poised her cheek. He hesitated for a brief second then stooped to peck her politely but as he did she calmly stroked his forearm down and along his hand, holding onto his fingers, again lingering just long enough to leave a subliminal meaning. I saw it as though in slow motion and it made my chest pound with anticipation. In the car we set off and I asked her if she thought he’d got the message. She answered that “he will later” then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. The drive back wasn’t as difficult as I’d thought as the traffic was ...